But it was a Big Mistake.I put on a bright red crepe dress, cut short above the knee with a pretty pleated skirt. It was nice and soft and fluid, and ...d****d beautifully over my breasts and hips. I wore just pantyhose and a smooth bra underneath, since the material clung a bit and would show a panty line for sure. Even my sister said I was looking good.Anyway, at the club, the action was great. Lots of guys looking over a lot fewer girls, good music, cheap drinks and a big dance floor, my kind. "You are rather large," she said with a laugh."Oh." I said, brightly.The woman sat on a small chair near the window. She was wearing a dark dress, as she had been when I first saw her, and a gray scarf of some sort lay around her neck and shoulders."Your army is moving on we are told," she said to me.I stood and waited, enjoying the sight of them both and the smell of the room. Lilac, I decided."We have been convinced that we should not stay here as the British advance," she said and her. Razzak asked to give daddy a kiss so I leaned over to him and held his shoulder to kiss him on the lips and felt his hands wrap my petite body to pull closer for him to press his thick lips on mine and kiss me deep and passionate. I melted into him with silence and acceptance as the old married man gave me a French kiss and shattered through all my boundaries of staunch Hindu morality which broke over me like a wave ecstasy and made me rush even harder to tremble in his arms and moan silently.. The silence of the night coaxed her voice to echo there. The canyon below was deserted; lightless; promising with deep shadow and revealing with fronds of moonlight. "Blue..." she sang. "Blue night in a blue city girl I’ve been known to accept pity...blue." Somewhere, a man spins her around in his strong arms. Dances her tightly against him; and suddenly he is skin, warm, hard, urging at her. "Blue..." She straddles his hips, a smile as wild and rare as any blossom sketches her face in beauty;.