It was difficult to fit in the blouse once I fitted into

But I struggled and managed to

My cleavage only amplified

I was getting late for the party

I carried a safety pin for emergency

The party was in full flow when I reached

After a few drinks, I sauntered towards the dance floor

The seductive draping of the saree

The glimpse of the cleavage

And the curves of my flesh

Had the intentional desired effect

One of them being my student

We danced and had frolic

His eyes betrayed the designated respect

Suddenly I realised the buttons of my modesty had given away

I covered myself excused my way

He followed

Once away from the chaos

I told him my predicament

I have a safety pin, can you hook my blouse with it, I asked

Yes ma'am, he replied

I could see his hands trembling

As I turned my back

But his hands strayed to my waist

I didn't stop him

I loved the feel of his virile touch

I arched my neck on his shoulder

He dug his teeth

The spine chilling sensation that spread on my fish

I turned back

And we smooched

Like two famished souls

Was it the effect of the alcohol

Or the spell of our desires

We smooched

As our hands explored

What happened between us

None could remember...

©LR