"Oh my go. Just look at that one." Ridhima said as she practically pointed out yet another man in the gym.
"Ridhima stop it. Thats not why we came here. And its rude to point like that." Kashvi said to her friend. Even as she looked where Ridhima pointed.
She was right though. They may have come to the gym to get a good workout in and catch up. But the man Ridhima pointed out was attractive.
Very attractive.
Kashvi and Ridhima had been friends for a long time. It was easy to be friends when you were two of the few Indian families in the predominantly white area. Their families had both imegrated to America at the same time and from the same village. Just a generation ago. Their fathers worked in the same office. Their mothers had been friends. And almost aunts to the two girls. And they had known eachother all their lives. But it would be hard to fine two more different people.
Both were only a little over 5' tall. But Ridhima was buxom and curvy. And had developed early in life. While Kashvi was thin and perky, with oly modest curves.
Ridhima had gotten a lot of attention growing up. It seemd that mild racism didn't effect young boys when there was a large chest below the "dot" head. As they had been called.
Meanwhile Kashvi had been mostly ignored by younger men of any race.
Ridhima had dated and kissed boys back before high-school. Behind her parents backs that is. While Kashvi had been the good girl. Studying and not getting distracted. Not that there had been a whole lot of opportunities to be distracted.
Ridhima had fought against her parents arranging a marriage. She didn't want to settle down with some man they chose for her. She wanted to marry for love and passion. Kashvi was nervous about her marage partner, but was secretly excited. Deep down she though that this tradition might be the only way to have a husband.
Rodhima and turned down or fought with every man that her parents had thought for her to marry. Every man, that is, until they found Rekesh. Tall. Muscular. Stunningly handsome and rich Rekesh.
Rekesh's family had a lot of money when they had come over to America. And they used it well. Investing in land and houses. Business and theor children's education. Rekesh's father actually owned the company that Rodhima and Kashvi's father's worked at.
Once Ridhima found out that the rich, handsome, rich, intelligent, rich, and kind Rekesh was to be her husband, well she didn't seem to mind as much. And apparently after their first unsupervised date, Rekesh was adamant that Ridhima be his wife.
Ridhima had confessed some of what they had done on their date to Kashvi later. And Kashvi had blushed every time she saw Rekesh for a quite some time.
Kashvi's father had arranged her marriage to Tappan. He was the son of one of client. Nice, kind, and very smart. And when she first met him, she wasn't too disappointed. She had hoped for some one handsome and charming. And Tappan...well he was very polite. If quiet.
The two friends had theor weddings one after the other. Making sure that there was plenty of time for honeymoons between the dates. So that they could both be in eachothers weddings.
The night of her honeymoon Kashvi had been very nervous. She had never even kissed another person before. But atappan had been gentle. They took things slowly. Undressing before each other like shy teenagers. Both looking at eachothers bodies and trying not to meet eachothers gaze. For fear of judgement they might see there.
Their first night was awkward, but brief. When Tappan had entered her, Kashvi felt the pain her mother had warned her about. He had moved inside her. Kissed her. And she had begun to feel something be...not unpleasant. And then he had fulfilled his husbandly duties.
Afterwards they had lain next to each other. The blankets pulled up around their chins. Not talking. Just laying there, unsure of what to do next. It wasn't the night of passion and romance that Kashvi had imagined, but at least she had a husband now. A man who would love and care for her.
Three years on and things had gotten better. Tappan and she had grown closer as a couple. Complimenting each other and buildinga strong, loving, if unexciting life together. Kashvi was doing well at her real-estate job and Tappan had secured himself a nice middle management position. Mostly thanks to his father. They had a nice house, in a good neighborhood. And regular intercourse. Every Saturday night. At 8 pm.
Kashvi and Ridhima met after work most days. The would go shopping or to one of their favorite restaurants and chat. Kashvi both loved and resented Ridhima's conversations. She enjoyed hearing the details of her friends life. Always going on trips or to plays. The vacations she took. But every conversation always ended up in the one place that made Kashvi uncomfortable. The bedroom.
Ridhima would talk endlessly about the things she and Rekesh had done. Different places. Different positions. Different body parts she had used to make him happy. Kashvi secretly didn't believe half the things her friend told her. Like letting him put it in her but. And how she enjoyed it. That had to be a lie. But secretly she was jealousy. And wished it was all true. And that maybe some of it would happen to her.
Usually after these conversations they would say goodbye. And Kashvi would head to her local gym. For some reason she always felt the need to burn off some steam after talking to her friend. And the gym was good for her.
She would put her headphones in and use the stair master and tread mill. Keeping her small frame toned and healthy. And through the exercise, the tention she had been feeling would morph into a kind of peace.
After one disgusting conversation, where Ridhima had described an apparently enjoyable event, involving a blindfold, restrains and some toys that were very much not anatomically correct, she commented on how beautiful Kashvi was. And asked her how she kept herself looking so young. Kashvi told her about how she went to the gym four times a week. And Ridhima asked if she could join her next time.
Kashvi was a little peeved. The gym was where she went after she talked to Ridhima. It was her place. And though she loved her friend dearly, she needed some time for herself. But she couldnt say no.
So there they were. On the stair masters. High above most of the crowd. Kashvi was wearing her usual. A loos t-shirt over a barely there sports bra. And tights, that while form fitting, did go down to her ankles. Meanwhile Rodhima had brought half an outfit.
The top wasn't much more then a few strings and some small patches. Barely holding back her ample chest. And instead of leggings, she wore tight spandex shorts that framed her shapely ass while still showing off some cheek. The things were so tight anyone could have seen her underwear. If she had bothered to wear any. Kashvi felt both embarrassed and resentful of her friend.
And now she was pointing out the men who were their working out. Blatantly. It was just so embarrassing.
The man Ridhima had pointed to, before Kashvi chidded her, was handsome though. He had to be nearly six feet tall. Broad shouldered with well defined, but not overly showy muciles. He had long dark wavy hair, pulled back from a strong face with only a well trimmed little beard and mustache. And of course he was pail. Pail as the moon. But for once Kashvi thought that it looked good on a man. He might have been thirty or so. Just a few years older then her. And he was lifting weights that were kind of impressive.
Kashvi caught his eyes briefly and then turned away. Saying to herself she shouldn't have starred. Two minutes later she got caught starring again when the man moved to change the weights hw was lifting. This time she saw his eyes, and a strange smile on his face. Suddenly her face was warm and she turned away quickly. For some reason Kashvi felt even warmer then she had been a moment ago.
Ridhima and Kashvi finished on the stare masters and moved to one of the squat machines. Rodima went first and Kashvi knew she was putting on a show.
She kept squatting down lower than she had too. Making sure her round, spandex covered, ass was on full display. And after a few squats Kashvi gasped, and whispered to her friend in a sholed voice.
"Ridhima. Your tights. You have to stop."
Ridhima just smiled her wicked smile and asked, "Why should I stop?"
"Because," Kashvi said, "because your shorts are not good." And tried to movie behind her friend, nonchalantly.
Ridhima's smile grew to an absolutely lectures level. "Whats wrong with my shorts?" She asked coily, as she dipped down low again.
"They are not good. When you squat they....they .... People can see..... you." Kashvi stammered.
"That's the point. I want to be seen." Her friend replied.
"But they can see...your privet parts. You have to stop."
"Calm down. I wore these for Rekesh the other day. I know how much people can see. And honestly, I like being looked at."
The calm and blatant manner she said this through Kashvi into a daze. She knew her friend was...spirited. But this was a lot. Showing herself off like this.
"Speaking of Rekesh, what would he say if he knew you were wearing this, this type of clothing?"
"Honesty? He would probably tell you to move so more people could see. He likes it when I show off. It gets him excited. Infact I think I will skip the showers hear and wear these shorts home so I can show him how i looked working out." She smiled wickedly again. "It will probably lead to a much more active work out then."
Kashvi stood there, in stunned disbelief. Not so much because of Ridhima outfit or attitude towards being oggled. But because of Rekesh's supposed respons. That he might like his wife showing herself to other men. That it actually excited him. Somehow Kashvi just couldn't understand it.
To spare her friend from her mental torment, Ridhima finished her set and moved aside so Kashvi could use the machine.
Now out of sorts, Kashvi tried to find that calm place in her head when she normally worked out. But now all she could do was feel the eyes of everyone in the gym watching her. Thinking what Tappan would say if he saw another man stairing at his wife. If she wore so.ething that let everyone see her special place. She honestly wasn't sure.
They were a conservative and semi traditional couple. So maybe, he would get angry? But that didn't fit really. Tappan was to calm, to passive to get mad. Honestly he would probably just try to ignore the fact and tell her to cover herself more. And for some reason that made Kashvi angry. And a dirty little thought started to grow in the back of her head. And once it took root, it would grow so very quickly.
As she was finishing her sets, Kashvi could not stop herself from looking around. And some little part of her was hoping that tall, strong, man they had seen was looking at her. So when she caught him, his eyes tracking her body's movement, she felt a warmth flood her body, she had rarely encountered. On her last rep, she found that she had instinctively dipped lower. Thrusting out her bum and feeling her leggings get really tight around her small frame.
Kashvi and Ridhima worked out on a few more machines. Ridhima being far to bold. And Kashvi always finding a reason to look around to see who was looking at them. And more than once, HE was looking. And every time she caught his eye, she felt a flutter in her stomach and a moisening of her private place.
Eventually the two friends finished up. And true to her word Ridhima just grabbed her things without changing. Winked and Kashvi. And told her she would tell her what Rekesh thought of the outfit.
Kashvi went and gathered her things in the locker room then stripped out of her sweaty workout clothes. There were a few other women in the locker room. All talking or doing much the same as Kashvi. So when she took a moment to look at herself in the mirror, no one noticed. Sure she was almost naked, but she still had her top on. And for once she really looked at herself.
Yes she was short, but her body was tight and toned. Her breasts and but were no where near as large and shapely as Ridhima. But the man had definitely liked looking at her. Maybe she wasn't as unattractive as she thought.
Shaking her head a little she went to a shower stall. She slipped out of her pa ties and got under the warm water. It felt really good.
She washed her face and let the warm water trickle down her body. Her hands moved over her arms. Then over her average busome. She took some time to really wash each breast. 'Checking for lumps.' She told herself. As her fingers moved over her breasts. And for some reason she pinched one of her nipples.
It felt good. It felt really good. Then her hands moved down her stomach. Feeling the lines of her muciles. Not grotesque and hard ones. But soft and gently formed shapes beneath her soft skin. Kashvi's hands moved to was her tushi. And for some reason that flutter in her tummy started again.
As her fingers washed and spread her rump, Kashvi's mind started to wander towards that pail, tall, and strong man that had been watching her. For some reason, she couldn't stop imagining him standing there behind her. Hos muscular body towering over her. His big strong hands kneeding her tender flesh. She could almost imagin what his short m, stubbly beard would feel like if he kissed her neck.
Kashvi's hands kept moving, kept washing her warm body. When her delicate fingers brushed her little nub, a jolt went through her small frame. Kashvi stopped touching herself. The shock of what she was doing, in the gym of all places, made her feel ashamed. And confused. She had never been someone who touched herself all that much to begin with. And to do it in public. Ewe.
This was all Ridhima's fault. With all her stories, and her outfit, and pointing out that man. That tall, fit, handsome, WHITE man.
At the thought of his blue eyes locked on her body, Kashvi shivered. And she felt her privets start to tingle and ache to be touched. Well dam him to.
Kashvi finished her shower quickly and dressed with shaking hands. She packed up all her things and started heading out of the locker room. She just wanted to get out and go home and get back to her usual life.
She should have been looking where she was going. Because with her head down she ran right into someone. One of the last people she wanted to see.
"Oh sorry." A deep rich voice said to her after they collided. Kashvi instinctively gripped onto him. And her subconscious mind noticed his strong arms and chest. And how tall he was. How easy it would be for him to just pick her up and....
Kashvi shook her head and responded in a daze. "Oh no it was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." She realized her hands were still holding onto this man. This vision of strength and masculinity. As if his skin burned her, she quickly pulled her hands away.
He smiled down at her. God he had a gorgeous smile. Square jawwed, rugged handsome, his blue eyes burning over her body. Making her feel as naked as she was just moments ago.
"No, it's mine. After all, after watching you for the last hour or so, I really should have been paying more attention." His hands. His big strong, rough, hands were still on her shoulders. Still steadying her. And, yes gripping her just a little bit. Then his words hit her brain. He openly admitted that he had been watching her. This plus the contact of his skin in her sent another jolt of pleasure down between her legs.
Kashvi stammered and struggled to find words. But only managed to mumble out, "I...I have a husband. I have to go." Before she pulled herself together and moved away from him. But she noticed that his fingers gripped her shoulder tighter for a second. As if he would keep her there. As if he would grab her and kiss her. Pin her against a wall and force his.....
She shook her head as she headed out of the gym. This can't be happening. She isn't like this. She doesn't think like this. She has never thought about a man just tearing her clothes of and pushing himself deep in....
She shook her head again. Trying to banish the thoughts her mind kept pressing into her imagination. Her body was hot. Her privates were needy and aching. It was all just to much. Dam Ribhima and her stories. Dam her influence. Its all her fault.
Kashvi got home and Tappan was busy in his office already. He barely acknowledged that she had come in. Only saying he had already eaten and was going to busy till late. So she should just get something for herself and not wait up for him.
Not an abnormal greeting. Something that happened three or four times a week. Somethig Kasvi had accepted for years. Never feeling dissapointment. At least, not really feeling any. But tonight.
Tonight that casual disregard for her hurt. Deep down she felt an emptiness in her stomach. At how her husband could have such casual disregard for her. How he didn't seem to need or want her. How she wasn't important to him.
She wanted, no needed, him to want her right now. To wrap his arms around her and kiss her and tell her she was beautiful. To make her believe she mattered to him.
She didn't know why she needed this so badly. Why it hurt her so much. But it did. So with that strange empty feeling inside her Kashvi went up to her bed.
She wasn't hungry. She wasn't really tired. She looked clam on the surface. But inside she was a storm. Winds of shame ripped at her. Shame at her need for attention from Tappan. Shame for how the man at the gym had affected her. And Shame about how she had been so caught up she had touched herself in public.
Touching herself. She never really did that. Sure once or twice she had. But it always made her feel dirty. Not worth the guilt and shame she felt after. But she had started touching herself in the gym of all places. She had rubbed her breasts till her nipples had gotten so hard. She had imagined hands groping her tight ass. And when she had touched her button....
"Ooommmmm." She almost gasped as she realized she was touching herself again. One hand was under her shirt, pinching and pulling on her nipples. One after the other. Her other hand had slid under her panties. Her fingers already slick as they circled her aching clit.
She tried to stop, but her body was screaming at her that it needed this. And she was to tiered to fight this need. So she tried to imagine Tappan touching her. His fingers rubbing her gently. His soft, gentle, big rough hands.
Kashvi shook her head. Those weren't Tappan's hands. They were that man from the gym. And she tried to focus on Tappan. She tried not to imagine those pail strong rough hands rubbing along her slick place. She tried not to visualize his massive body towering over her. Pinning her down to the bed as his fingers and mouth moved all over her. Trying not to feel his large mouth kiss its way down her body. Until his scruffy unshaven cheeks started to rub between her soft thighs. His arms easily spreading her legs. His mouth kissing her private place. Tasting her as she is powerless to move. Making her moan as his tung dances around her body. Feeling his thick fingers start to press inside her. She didn't want to dream about him making her back arch as his mouth made her cum.
But that would only ne the start for a man like him. After he had broken her. Made her cum on his beautiful lips. That man would need more. He would move up her body. Kissing her small breasts. Taking each one in his moth and sucking on them until they ached as much as her special place had. The kissing her. His lips pressing against hers as his huge, thick penise started to rub along her little special place. Slowly pressing into her. Stretching and filling her like she had never been before. Her legs shaking as he moves inside her. Electric shocks of pleasure running through her body as he dominates her. Her breathing growing sharp and shallow as the pleasure builds and builds. Until she could feel him swelling inside her. Growing more desperate to unleash himself inside her little body. Unable to stop his need to take her and make her his. And when she would feel his hot white cum filling her up with all that needshe would cum with him. Wrapping her legs around his strong back as his weight pressed her down. Moaning like a gezebel. "Yes fuck me. Cum in me. I'm cumming"
The shudders of mind melting pleasure ran through her body. Arching her back and driving the wind from her lungs. Her fingers moved sporadically over her inflamed clit as even in pleasure it seemed to need more. Juices poured down her thighs. So much that she found they were soaking into the sheets beneath her. The pleasure was just so much. So incredibly over powering. Eventually her body could no longer take it.
She collapsed back onto the bed. Heart racing. Breath coming out in ragged gasps. Limbs shaking as the residual pleasure washed over her.
Then Kashvi curled up on her side and began to cry. She hadn't wanted to imagine that man. She had wanted to think of Tappan. But that strange man just kept pushing into her mind. And she had cum so hard. At the thought of him. Harder then she could ever remember. Not from her husband. Or even the fantasy of him. But some stranger she didn't even know the name of.
Kashvi sobbed and shook as the realization of what she had done swept over her. Warring with the pleasure she had felt.
Slowly she reached down and lifted the sheets up around her shoulders. Huddeling under the blankets as she wept herself to sleep. Images of blue eyes dancing in her mind.