The Unspoken Secret

Even though the evening sun had subsided a little, I was still feeling uneasy. The outfit I was wearing that day was one that perfectly accentuated my body shape. The tight black skirt and the white sleeveless shirt that buttoned tightly to highlight my chest made me look more attractive than ever. As my friend and talented seamstress, Diya , had told me, I had worn this outfit because I needed to provide the exact measurements for my new dress. When I went to Diya s house, the entire area was shrouded in an eerie silence. When I entered the living room, I was met not by Diya Akka, as I had expected, but by her son, Krish. "Mashi Aunty.. Mom went on a short trip. It will be a little late when she comes. Mom told me to take down the measurements when Aunty comes," Krish said in his deep voice, and my heart felt like it stopped for a moment. Krish, a handsome 21-year-old, was studying Textile Design at a private university. Although I knew he was well-versed in the subject, having to give me my measurements in front of him in this exciting outfit brought me great discomfort and an unidentifiable curiosity. "Come in.. let's go to the sewing room," Krish guided me. There was a strange warmth in the small sewing room. I stopped at the sewing table. Even though Krish picked up the tape in the most professional manner, it was no secret to me that his eyes were going to my neck area and my white, slender legs exposed under the skirt. "Auntie.. stand up straight," he said, moving closer to me and taking the measurement. As his fingertips brushed my shoulders, I felt an electric current run through my body. As Krish wrapped the tape around my waist and started to measure, he got so close to my body that his warm breath hit my neck. Whether it was because my dress was too tight or because of his youthful closeness, I found it difficult to breathe. "This design suits Auntie very well. Your body shape looks great," he said with a smile as he took the measurement, looking straight into my eyes. Krish's eyes had a sexy sparkle I had never seen before. As he picked up the tape to measure my chest, his hands moved as fast as they could against my breasts. The silence that had formed between us at that moment spoke a thousand words. Forgetting that Diya Akka was not at home, I was succumbing to an unfamiliar comfort in the presence of Krish's rough and warm touches. Masha's heart rate had reached an uncontrollable level now. As Krish's fingertips brushed against her smooth skin, she felt a sweet numbness, as if her entire body had been paralyzed. Krish let the open shirt slip off her shoulders, and he stepped back a little, glancing greedily at her plump body. "Krish... what are you doing?" Masha asked in a whisper. Even her protest was in an inviting tone. "Auntie... you're more beautiful than you think. Even though Mom told me about this cloth, she didn't tell me about the softness inside," Krish said, wrapping his arms around Masha's waist and pulling her close to him. She closed her eyes tightly as Masha's breasts pressed against Krish's chest. Krish pressed his face against her neck, inhaling the sweet scent that wafted from her body. As his lips moved slowly down her neck, Mashi's hands unconsciously tightened on Krish's strong shoulders. "Mother, there's still a long time to come, Aunty... We're in no hurry," Krish whispered. He slowly pulled Mashi and made her sit on the small sofa in the sewing room. Mashi's short skirt was now even higher, and Krish knelt between her legs. He no longer cared about the measuring tape. His rough hands were now slowly moving up Mashi's thighs. "These measurements will never be wrong..." Krish's voice was deeper now. Mashi leaned her head back and pressed herself against the sofa, enjoying the youthful energy that Krish's touch gave her. She was now certain that Diya had planned all this for a moment like this. As Krish pressed her lips against Mashi's, she forgot the whole world and surrendered completely to the caress of that new young man. While the sewing equipment in the room watched silently, within that small space, the first chapter of a secret love story that had never been told between young Krish and mature Mashi began to be written with great passion. Next: Will Krish let Mashi go even after he finishes taking the measurements? Or will something else happen between the two before Diya arrives?