Arjun and Nia ran to their project tables, waving. “Mom’s dressed funny,” Arjun whispered to Nia, who nodded, used to it. Sonia smiled, her heart pounding as parents stared, some whispering, others flushing. She caught the eye of Mr. Rao, the young teacher from previous encounters, his gaze locked on her camisole, the arrow of hair visible as she walked, her clit peeking out with each sway of her hips.
She lingered by a display, bending to adjust Arjun’s poster, the camisole riding up to expose her bare ass and pussy. Mr. Rao approached, his voice low. “Mrs. Sonia, you’re… bold today.” She straightened, letting the camisole gape, her breasts nearly popping out. “Care to show me the storage closet?” she whispered, glancing at Rohan, who nodded subtly, slipping toward the corridor to watch.
In the closet, a cramped space filled with science supplies, Sonia pushed Mr. Rao against a shelf, her hands tugging his pants down. Her camisole was hiked up, her breasts spilling out through the armholes, her nipples hard as she rubbed against him. “Fuck me,” she demanded, guiding his cock to her wet pussy, the arrow of hair pointing to her swollen clit. He thrust into her, hard and deep, her moans muffled against his shoulder, her breasts bouncing wildly, fully exposed now. The shelf rattled, papers falling, as he pounded her, her clit grinding against him, her orgasm building fast.
Rohan’s shadow was visible through the closet’s frosted glass door, his eyes locked on them. The risk of students or parents walking by sent Sonia over the edge, her pussy clenching around him as she came, her moans barely contained. Mr. Rao followed, his release hot inside her, and she pulled back, adjusting her camisole just as footsteps echoed outside. They slipped out separately, Sonia’s legs shaky, her clit still visible as she rejoined Rohan, his jeans tight with arousal.
After the fair, Rohan’s dare continued: “The supermarket near the school. Same camisole. Tease someone, let them touch you.” The supermarket was crowded, fluorescent lights harsh on Sonia’s black camisole, her 34DD breasts bouncing, the side curves spilling out, her trimmed arrow and clit exposed with every step. She pushed a cart, bending to grab items, the hem riding up to flash her bare ass and pussy to shoppers. A young stockboy, maybe 19, stared, his hands fumbling with cans. Sonia leaned close, asking for help with a high shelf, her breasts brushing his arm, the camisole gaping to reveal her nipples.
“Need this?” he asked, his fingers grazing her midriff, then her hip, feeling her bare skin. Sonia smiled, guiding his hand lower, letting him brush her clit, wet and swollen. “Careful,” she whispered, glancing at Rohan, who watched from the aisle’s end, his eyes burning. The stockboy’s fingers lingered, slipping just inside her, and she moaned softly, her body trembling. A shopper passed, oblivious, and Sonia pulled back, winking at the boy before leaving, her heart pounding.
That evening, Sonia visited Mrs. Gupta’s apartment, still in her camisole, to return the sugar. Aryan, the teenage son, was in the living room, his eyes wide as Sonia leaned against the counter, the camisole riding up to expose her bare ass and the arrow of hair pointing to her clit. Mrs. Gupta chatted about Diwali, oblivious, as Sonia bent to pick up a dropped napkin, her breasts nearly popping out, the side curves fully visible. Aryan’s cheeks flushed, his hands fidgeting, and Sonia teased, “Doing homework, Aryan?” Her voice was low, her smile wicked, knowing his mother was inches away. She left, her body buzzing, Aryan’s stare her reward.