A day of surprises - 3

Avanti's soft lips press against mine, and my mind goes blank for a moment. I've never kissed a woman before, but her lips feel incredibly soft and inviting. As the kiss deepens, I feel her tongue slip inside my mouth, and I realize she must be quite experienced. Her hands roam across my back, pulling me closer.

For a moment, it feels like time has stopped, and we're locked in this passionate embrace. But suddenly, Avanti breaks the kiss, leaving me slightly dazed. She laughs, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Sanjana, I'd love to continue this, but I'm afraid we don't have much time," she says, her voice taking on a more professional tone. "So, what clothes did you want to buy?"

She steps away from me and starts moving towards the back shelves, as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened. The abrupt change in her demeanor leaves me feeling a bit off-balance.

I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself and slow my racing heart. But before I can fully recover, Avanti calls out from the back of the store.

"Oh, and Sanjana, last time I mentioned we have an extensive lingerie collection. Would you like to try some on?"

Avanti doesn't wait for my response. Instead, she strides over to a corner shelf and retrieves a sleek black box. Curiosity getting the better of me, I open it to reveal a stunning black lace lingerie set. I pull it out for a better look, and my eyes widen.

"Oh my god," I gasp, the sheer risqué nature of the lingerie catching me off guard. I turn to Avanti, uncertain. "I don't think I can wear this. It's too daring."

But Avanti just smiles, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Don't worry, you'll be wearing it in the privacy of your own bedroom," she assures me, taking the lingerie from my hands. Before I can protest, she steps closer and starts to drape the delicate fabric over my body, checking the fit.

"I'm sure Raghav Sir won't be able to control himself when he sees you in this," Avanti teases, her hands lingering on my curves.

I feel a shiver run down my spine at her words, a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

Avanti's hands move with a newfound confidence after our heated kiss. "Let me help you get into it," she offers, stepping behind me. With deft movements, she pulls up the floral kurta I've been wearing, exposing my skin. Next, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of my leggings and tugs them down to my ankles.

"Can you lift your legs for me?" she asks, and I obediently do so. Avanti slides the leggings off completely, leaving me standing there in just my underwear, a flush creeping up my neck.

Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I see desire smoldering in Avanti's gaze as she takes in the sight of me. She helps me into the lingerie, the delicate lace feeling incredible against my skin. Once it's on, she turns me around to face the mirror.

"Look at you," Avanti purrs, standing behind me. "You really are the sexiest."

Her words send a thrill through me, and I watch as she leans in closer, her breath hot against my ear.

"I really want to push you down and have my way with you right now," she whispers, her hands roaming over my hips.

Before I can respond, I feel Avanti's hand move, sliding directly inside my panties. One of her fingers penetrates my folds, and a soft moan escapes my lips. She pumps her finger in and out once, then withdraws it, leaving me aching for more.

Avanti brings her finger to her lips and licks it slowly, maintaining eye contact with me in the mirror.

"Alas, our time today is short," she says with a wicked smile. "But we'll definitely continue this another time."

Standing outside the gates of "Roop Niketan," I clutch several shopping bags in my hands, filled with the lingerie and other items Avanti had helped me select. Thankfully, after the intimate moment we shared, she didn't push things further, though she did give me her number, encouraging me to call her sometime.

I pull out my phone and dial Amir, letting him know my shopping is done and I'm ready to head home. As I end the call and slip my phone back into my purse waiting for him to arrive.

It doesn't take long before I see Amir's car pulling up to the curb in front of me. The car comes to a stop, and I start walking towards it, ready to slide into the back seat and head home. However, before I can even reach for the door handle, the rear passenger door suddenly swings open, and out steps none other than Raghav Ji himself.

As Raghav Ji steps out of the car, his eyes light up when he sees the numerous shopping bags in my hands. A sly grin spreads across his face as he approaches me.

"Bhabhi Ji, it seems you had quite the fun shopping spree," he remarks, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.

Turning to Amir, who had already exited the vehicle, Raghav Ji instructs him to store the bags in the trunk. Amir nods obediently, "Ok Sahab," and quickly takes the bags from my hands and moves to the aback.

Raghav Ji leans in close to me, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, "Did you buy something special for me, Bhabhi Ji?"

I meet his gaze, a seductive smirk playing on my lips. "Of course, Bhai Saab. You'll love what I've gotten you. But you'll have to wait until we get home to see it."

Desire flickers in Raghav Ji's eyes, his gaze intensifying as he looks me over. "Bhabhi Ji, I don't think I can wait that long," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with anticipation.

Before he can continue, Amir returns, signaling that the trunk is secured. We both slide into the back seat of the car, the door closing behind us as the vehicle begins moving towards home.

Inside the car, I feel Raghav Ji's hand suddenly land on my thigh. At first, I try to ignore it, continuing to scroll through my phone as if nothing is amiss. However, his hand starts to move, sliding higher and higher until it reaches the edge of my lower stomach.

Frowning, I glance up at him, my brows furrowed in confusion. "Bhai Saab, what are you doing?" I ask, my voice laced with a hint of irritation.

Determined, I push his hand away, but Raghav Ji merely smiles, unfazed by my resistance. He then moves his hand to the front of my body, his fingers grazing over the fabric of my clothing.

My eyes narrow as I study him more closely, noticing the slight glaze over his eyes and the way his movements are slightly uncoordinated. That's when I spot a small glass bottle nestled beside his seat, the telltale sign of an alcoholic beverage.

Realization dawns on me. "Bhai Saab, I didn't take you for a drinker," I remark, surprise coloring my tone.