“Why don’t you undo one more button for me and hike up that skirt. I have a few rules for the rest of your drive home. 1. You can only rub outside... your thong 2. Every time you get a double-take from someone, you must flash them. Enjoy your drive home.” You blush at the thought of doing what you just read and reluctantly unbutton your blouse. Hiking up your skirt you can feel the heat from between your thighs. The nerves on your fingertips respond to the sensation by slowly tracing the lace. Since we would be leaving the Delhi for some time and moving to a small and very conservative city, Ritu and i decided that if we were going to do this, we had better do it here. Over the next couple of weeks we were both contemplating on how to go about it in a place where people are unknown to us. We were both contemplating and phrasing words to find out what other people felt about “swinging”, without letting on that we were actually interested ourselves. One afternoon, after work, i met. Others just lounged about the large grassy area that separated the pavilion from the Communal Dormitory and its swimming pool. And of course all this was done with everyone fully dressed - all except of course for Mr and Mrs Barefoot, their lovely office assistant, the groundsman and the gardener.The group found out that the groundsman was a sixty year old man by the name of Bill Snypes and the gardener was a forty year old woman by the name of Tammy Parnell. These two seemed completely at ease. Mera pani nikalne wala tha. Main ruk gaya aur Pooja ko khada kar ke khud desks pe let gaya.Pooja ko lund pe baithne ke liye bola. Pooja lund ko andar le kar upar niche hone lagi aur fir Pooja ne mujhe hug kiya. Main uske hips ko pakad kar uski gand ko upar niche karne laga.Pooja ka pani fir nikal gaya. Mera bhi nikalne wala tha maine Pooja ko lita diya aur lund ko hilane laga. Sara pani Pooja ke belly area aur chuchiyo (boobs) pe gira diya. Fir Pooja ke rumal se cum ko saaf kiya. Pooja thodi.