The thin material wrapped around her long neck and down over each breast coming to a v near her belly button. Her 36 C breasts were covered but the creamy cleavage between them was completely exposed and the material covering her round breasts wasn't very wide. It was cut to just cover her breasts leaving her sides and arms exposed as it slid down to her arched hips and around her lower back. The back was completely open all the way down to the top of my butt crack. It hugged her ass snugly, but comfortably as it flowed to the floor. There was slit up the right side that went half way up her hip.
It was very clear that she could not wear a bra with this dress. The material hugged the shape of her chest and showed her every movement, it was super sexy. The same with her ass. The material fell down into the crack of her rear, hugging her cheeks.
While bejeweling herself with those ornaments Daniel send along with dress, Pallavi wasn't sure exactly why, but it was important that Daniel not think of her as just another fan. All she focused or fooled herself with was Daniel wanted me with him because he respected my intelligence, poise, and wit. Never had it occurred to her or she allowed herself thinking that she will actually end up his arm candy.
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One reaching the ship's dock, where Daniel Wood was supposed to meet her. He spotted her from a distance and every expression on his charming dark face told her that she looked every inch the style star in the breathtaking dress and accessorized with black strappy sandals and a matching clutch. Pallavi went for a deep burgundy lipstick for her make-up look. She wore her long black mane scraped back into a chic bun, letting a thick braid sporting over her burning cheeks and accessorized with black strappy sandals and a black clutch.
A complete package of stunning your Indian beauty in cocktail stood against Daniel — blushing and that glowing blushes expressed more desire of her desire to impress him, than her modesty.
Daniel Wood greeted her with a speechless expression. His dark eyes had clouded like a winter's storm— darkened with his desire. Her breath caught as she met his gaze. No one had ever looked at her that way before. It was a longing that went far beyond simple lust and she was too shocked to do anything but stand there staring back in surprise. She didn't have the faintest idea how to react.
He was watching her all stunned and speechless, like he has never seen a woman in his life, or Pallavi was the woman he always wanted to see. The night suddenly felt about ten degrees warmer as a flood of heat surged through her and pooled in her lower belly. Oh, damn. Sudden panic jangled her nerves.
She was sad earlier today, when he was away, ignoring her and now Pallavi wanted to bolt, to run away as far as she could from this man who set her afire without even trying, but her feet seemed rooted to the wooden floor.
Those eyes of Daniel and his breath was oozing lust, all around her and she had no place to hide herself. She was babbling like an idiot, but couldn't seem to make herself stop.
"You are looking so godlessly beautiful, Pallavi" finally Daniel manage to speak, coming out of that trance of her dusky charm.
She straightened up slowly, gasping in deep gulps of the humid night air, her eyes and throat burning.
"Thanks," Pallavi wheezed. "Shall we dine, Sir?" She quickly added, as she need an immediate escape from his burning eyes, or she would have shuddered there.
"How about having some drinks first...!" He asked her, and oblivious to her inner turmoil, waved the nearest waiter over. "Old monk, please."
I'm sorry sir, I don't drink, but will have some soft drink', all she had to do was gather some courage and tell him, but she stayed silent, worrying it may offend him.
Once that was taken care of, he followed her gaze out to the distant lights of the buoys and drilling rigs twinkling far out on the bay.
Daniel clinked his glass against hers, and she smiled up at him and deliberately ignored the warning bells inside her head telling her that spending the evening drinking with this Black Adonis, can put her chastity in a great jeopardy. Those warning bells obviously hadn't been paying attention to Daniel's dimples, or the way his firm dark muscles moved under that shirt. She'd managed to sneak a peek at his butt, too. Wow. He had the whole package.
She was hugely relieved when she reached her floor and she could move to the side. But the look in his eyes told her that he knew exactly what was going on inside her head.
"Are you laughing at me, Sir?" she demanded, reluctantly grabbing her drink, it was very first time in her life that she was drinking alcohol, but more juices were flowing in her panty.
He chuckled softly and pressed her against the doorframe. "Laughing? No. Enjoying your... shyness?" Daniel lifted his thick finger, running it along her cheeks. "Yes. I'm enjoying you!' shy nervousness."
Thanks for the old monk Sir, it's so refreshing", she replied to change the topic again and tried her best, not to radiate a shiver at the touch of his finger tip.
"You are refreshing, Pallavi, thanks for inviting me", replied Daniel, filling her glass again.
Pallavi lips curled into a grimace. Refreshing. She wasn't sure she like that adjective but," she shrugged, knowing there wasn't anything she could do. She wasn't going to argue with him on that point. The effect of alcohol was probably making her head dizzy, so she decided not to drink more.
She wasn't nervous. That was such a tame description for what she was feeling. She was terrified. She could feel her heart beating wildly in her bra and her skin felt almost tingly and he wasn't even touching her at the moment.
"Alright, so, tell me, Pallavi..." Daniel inquired in his typical arrogance, "Other than my muscles what made you such a worshiper of mine?"
Hesitant at first, she started to explain about those movies of him that she liked during her teenage days and how her father opposed her for worshiping a start. Pallavi could simply tell him a few brief things about his acting and action in those movies, but she was now half discussing her ancient past.
Pallavi waited for his eyes to glaze over, but he actually seemed interested, his gaze rapt on her face, so she kept going. Before she knew it she had spilled all of her recent history including mentioning of her family and married life.
"I'm sorry...!" she said, her face heating from another blush. What on earth had possessed her to unload all of that personal nonsense on a perfect stranger?
"I'm babbling. I didn't mean to bore you." She said, but actually to cover her own foolishness.
"I'm not bored...," he denied, one side of his mouth quirking up. "I could listen to you all night."
'Liar', she thought, but the heat in his eyes made her quiver. When was the last time anyone had looked at her that way? Ever?
"How long you will stay here in India", Pallavi inquired, changing the topic but again the question rather revealed her interest in HIM.
"All life...!" He replied, "With a fan like you, I would stay in India, all my like".
Not those flattering words but his lips mesmerized her—so soft and full that despite Pallavi's better judgment she kept imagining what it would feel like to kiss them.
Still she couldn't imagine, why in this resort full of incredibly gorgeous women and even those models and Bollywood celebrities, Daniel was content to settle for standing around and listening to her prattle.
What could she possibly have done to get that kind of reaction from him? Possibly he was suffering from some form of brain damage. It was the only answer she could come up with that made any kind of sense, anyway.
At some point while she was chattering, they had drifted closer together so that when he shifted from one foot to another his bare arm brushed against hers. A jolt like an electric shock sang through her and left her whole body buzzing.
Pallavi looked up at Daniel to see if he had felt it too and froze his face was coming towards her, and then somehow his arms slipped around her waist and she was melting against the heat of his hard body.
When she didn't make a move, Daniel came up to her and grazed his fingertips along the side of her face in a feather-light touch like a butterfly's kiss— something you would never expect from a beast like man. Daniel knew, the roughness has its own time to come— despite all his might he was afraid she might disappear if he force her.
A shivery thrill sang through her as his fingers left fine trails of heat along her skin. Involuntarily— she let her eyes close and gave herself up to his lips and the heat of his body. As his kiss deepened. Pallavi's body came to life with a delicious fire that threatened to burn her marital life— all her values, the role and goals life had entrusted on her.
Daniel's lips were even better than she had imagined, warm and velvety and hungry on her mouth. Sharp teeth nipped playfully, and his tongue flicked greedily along Pallavi's cherry-flavored lips. Even after the wildfire of his earlier touch, she wasn't prepared for the intensity of her body's reaction to him. No one had gotten her that hot that fast since she was a teenager.
While his lips and tongue held her attention, his fingers freed the clip holding her hair so that dark golden waves tumbled down to cascade from her shoulders and down her back. Powerful fingers wove through her hair and slowly tipped her head back so he could kiss his way down to her chin. When his lips nuzzled down the soft skin of her throat with little nibbles and licks, it made her shiver and burn at the same time.
The old monk he had been drinking left a sharp, clean bite of citrus on her tongue as they darted and rubbed together. She lifted up on her tiptoes, crushing herself up into him, her fingers twisting in the soft, thick mass of his hair.
Pallavi felt his tongue dove and played against hers until her heart hammered and her hands clenched in his shirt. Her skin was on fire, and the ache inside grew more desperate with each passing moment. Every nerve in her body was alive and quivering for attention— reacting to every touch— every breath.
Each demanding touch of those powerful hands sent her a little higher and stoked the fires raging within her until she grew lightheaded from the sensory overload.
Maybe it was just the alcohol, or maybe it was the sexless life she had lived with her husband, but she couldn't remember ever feeling this way after just a kiss before. Her body betraying her mind wanted Daniel to hold her like that forever.
A quiver deep within warned her where this was headed. If he touched her breasts— if he rubbed the steel of his erection against her once more— her clothes mighty be coming off soon and she wouldn't be able to say 'NO' to him—wouldn't even try, perhaps...perhaps, perhaps.
Deep inside she knew that she should stop him, that this had already gone too far. Daniel clearly had the wrong idea, because there was absolutely no way that Pallavi was going to mess around with an Idol who was so obviously a player.
Pallavi needed to pull away from his lips while she still could, before he totally overwhelmed her senses, but somehow her body never received the message. Instead, she arched back to give him more room to continue kissing her while wrapping her arms around his neck to hold herself more closely against him. It had been so long so very long or probably never that she had felt this kind of intense passion in her or a real lust — or since Rahul had shown any true desire for her, Pallavi wanted to feel this way forever to feel fully alive again and luxuriate in it until she couldn't take another second without exploding. Her body wanted him and her mind was screaming against her body. 'You're a wife Pallavi, you're a daughter, a lady, and you cannot be a whore of his lust'.
Finally she manage to break away and gazed up at his eyes, alight with hunger. "No please - I'm married," she shouted at him but what came out of her mouth was a faint crying whisper. "I cannot... please."
She was still breathless arid shaking and not trusting herself to speak more, unable to look away from those eyes, unable to fathom how she had sparked this kind of passion in this man— in the man from her dreams.
Yellow light from the swaying lamps played across his face and for the thirst tune there was enough light for Pallavi to see his eyes. Icy dark that should have been cool as a December evening smoldered over with an intense heat that left her breathless, again.
"All right", he dropped his heavy hands. "I thought you're a real woman".
For a minute they continued to stand there just staring into each other's eyes. Still panting after that deep, long kiss and then Daniel stepped away from the rail towards the stairwell.
"Come on, let's dine" said Daniel in normal tone, as if nothing happened here, a while ago. "I will not do a thing that you don't want — trust me". He made her an assurance, causally. There was no mistaking the look of raw hunger in his eyes as he held out one hand towards her. Palm upwards in invitation.
"Promise?" inquired Pallavi, in a heavy breath of disbelief — as if she knew deep inside her that no promise can hold the abundance of lust, this chocolate beast must have been entrusted by his maker.
"Come on, Pallavi..." he retort a little peevishly. "You want to dine with me or I've so many other fans, waiting me?"
For an instant she wavered, better sense warring against her overwhelming attraction to him, then her last resistance crumbled, but the jealously factor impaired her judgment.
She let all her doubts fall away as she slid her hand into his and let him lead her below. She start walking with him but maintaining a fair distance, part of her cautioning again and again, what slippery path she is walking.
Yet, the magnetic lust of his dark body was though attracting her, more and more in this distance. They descended the stairs to the deck with the bar and weaved their way through the milling party-goers. When they reached the deck she half-expected him to back to the resort cafeteria, but instead he opened a door revealing an enclosed stairwell that dropped sharply into the depths of the yacht.
"Watch your step," Daniel cautioned as he clambered down, and held his hand out so that she could steady herself as she crept cautiously after him.
Following him down those stairs put her in a perfect position to admire the view. Daniel's broad shoulders tapered down to a trim waist, and his Bermuda shorts showed off his well-muscled butt. It took all of Pallavi's willpower not to reach down for a quick caress of those buns. The Idol definitely believed in taking good care of himself.
At the bottom of the steps, a narrow corridor lead them to a very deserted corner of the ships dock. To the much of her relief she found a few waiters setting up a dinner table by the small wooden hut type of cabin. Smell of fried fish and other Tamil cuisine, reminded her of her other appetites.
"Come Pallavi, I've something to show you", said Daniel wiping his hand with table napkin and he headed inside the cabin. Then as he stepped inside that hut Pallavi paused at the threshold and raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"Will you come into my parlor? Said the Spider to the Fir," she murmured.
He shrugged with a wicked grin that would have sent her running if she'd had a crumb of sense left. "Suit yourself, Pallavi, but I promise if I eat you alive, you won't complain."
Pallavi covered her mouth to smother a giggle and step inside behind him. As she took her first real look around, Pallavi stopped giggling and her jaw dropped. The cabin had a glass roof, showing sky full of stars. There was a single bed in a corner. Small brass sconces on either side of the bed cast a dim glow over the cabin. In its soft light the cherry paneling and brass fixtures seemed almost to glow from within. An enormous flat screen TV hung on one wall, while a row of floor-to-ceiling windows ran the entire length of the hut opposite the door.
Daniel picked up a remote and the sconces went dark, replaced by four tiny— dim accent lights in the room's corners. After a second Pallavi's eyes adjusted, and she turned to the windows so she could see the white froth of waves and distant lights glittering out in the bay.
"Oh Daniel," she breathed. "It's amazing."
She stared out into the night for a while, captivated by the wild beauty of the scene— so close she could have reached out and touched it. It took her long to turn back to Daniel, but she froze when she saw his expression.
"See please, don't look at me like this, you made a promise". She pleaded, feebly but could not break the mesmerizing eye contact.
Daniel was towering over her and his rough hands slid from her waist to her to her top until his fingers gripped the low neck color of her dress. His touch left sizzling trails in its wake and her whole body began to hum with the desire swelling between her thighs. Palms skated along the curve of her hips and up to her sides— sending shivers along her skin as he tickled against her ribs.
As he pressed her tightly against his side, Pallavi attempted, quite unsuccessfully, to appear blasé and cool, but her pulse was over a hundred, her stomach was turning somersaults, and her hands were visibly trembling with the excitation of having him there at last. Although her anger and resentment against him were still simmering somewhere beneath the surface, all she felt now was a powerful desire to be wrapped tightly in his arms, to be his woman, and abandon herself to him completely. The moment he touched her again and glanced down at her so lovingly and with such greedy admiration, she became putty in his hands, weak and helpless. All her seething hostility was forgotten when she looked up at him and saw his full, pouting lips so ready to meet hers.
Oh! How I adore him —.Shut up you bitch. The woman and lady in Pallavi were battling in her head. The lady and loyal wife and a young mother sniveled in protest and this is when Daniel smiled and kissed her quivering lips of woman in her, as his lips roved greedily against the hollow at the base of her throat, his hot breath down the front of her dress steamed across the skin of her breasts.
Pallavi's pulse hammered as a sizzling wave of desire broke over her like a thunderclap, and her nipples stiffened and ached for the feel of his hot, wet mouth, and she gave a little moan of frustration as Daniel shifted up to seek out her lips again. As his mouth covered hers, his tongue played against her lips, more insistent this time, and with another little moan she surrendered and let him past.
His strong fat thumbs hooked under them and next with a hard massive jerk he ripped it into two pieces. The cozy hut echoed that loud sound of cloth tearing.
He tossed her top aside and pulled her in close— hands exploring and caressing her back— fingers finding the clasp of her bra and unhooking it by feel. In a moment the bra joined her torn dress on the floor— and her hard nipples brushed against the silk fabric of Daniel's shirt— Heat burned through them until her breasts felt heavy and swollen— then crept down into her belly— adding to the heat already sweltering between her legs.
"No— please stop or I will shout", she heard herself whispering to him and a drop of tear fall from her eyes. Her both hands moved involuntarily covering her bra clad heavy breasts.
"You will..." he replied. "You will even scream, my darling". Then his heavy hand moved and he slapped hard on her hands. Next he ripped her cotton bra from the middle, leaving the hooks on the shoulders, he had her cups in his hand.