The Wizard - part II

"Swami, my panty... it is all soaked" I said. "Remove it then" he said without any hesitation. I looked at him to see if he was joking, but his face betrayed no such sign.

I have gone panty less in saris before just to please my Swami, but this was something different. I felt quite vulnerable. I was going to be at a good friend's home, I was wearing a short dress and not wearing anything underneath it seemed very risky. But he had spoken, so I quietly arched my back, lifted my butt off the car seat and pulled my panties to my knees. I was sure he was watching from the corner of his eyes. Then as I started to slide the panty off my right leg, I  lifted and placed my right heel on the seat. As I did that my dress moved back completely exposing my thighs.

From the corner of my eye I looked at his crotch. I could see he was excited. I loved that I had this effect on him. I suddenly looked at him and gave him a shy smile. Then I raised my left heel to the seat. Now there was no pretense of modesty left. My dress had slid back completely and as I pulled the panty off my left leg, I raised my legs off the seat, kept them bent and twisted my hips towards him so that he could have a clear view of my shaved pussy. I let him feast his eyes on me for 10 seconds or so and then brought my legs down, tilted my head slightly to my left shoulder, arched my back to push my breasts forward, looked into his eyes innocently and smiled

"Happy?" I asked softly. His eyes narrowed, his face twitched a little and his eyes were full of lust. I could see he had a raging hard on in his pants. I then shyly put my head down and adjusted my dress, leaving it just a little higher on my thighs than was necessary and gently reached out with my left hand and caressed his right arm. I looked at him and asked

"Did that please you Swami?"

"Are you asking me if your cock teasing pleases me?" he shot back

"Oh, Swami.... I was just trying to..." I said and stopped, but in my heart I knew he was right.

He suddenly reached out and pulled me towards him by my hair. I gave a fake squeal. I was actually enjoying this.
"Be prepared for the consequences" He hissed in a menacing voice and let go of me.
I recoiled back and put both my hands on his right thigh and looked at him with beseeching eyes and in a groveling voice begged "No.. Swami... Please" but my heart was racing. If I knew my Swami, he was an innovative guy and would think of something mind blowing. This evening was going to be interesting.

He just ignored me and kept driving, deep in thought, plotting his next move. Just to make sure I suffered the  consequences, I folded my left leg and placed my left heel under my right thigh on  the seat, completely exposing my left inner thigh to him. I then extended my right leg completely. moved to the edge of my seat and twisted my torso from my hips upward to face our daughter in the back seat and started to have baby conversations with her.

My poor Swami. I knew he had a weakness for my pale, soft and smooth thighs and I hated teasing him like this, but I justified it in my head by reasoning that this would make it more likely that he would use me wantonly later in the evening.

We parked across the street from our friend's house. I quickly shoved my panty into my purse, adjusted my dress and touched my Swami's hand lightly and smiled at him. He looked at me, pursed his lips and nodded menacingly, then stepped out and opened the door for me and picked up our daughter. Even now he was still such a gentleman. I quickly stepped out of the car and took our daughter from him. I waited till he started walking and then followed behind him holding our daughter. When we reached the door, I made certain that I was a few steps behind him. He was my Swami. I wanted him to enter the home first. I would then follow with our daughter.

My friend A**** took our daughter and kissed  me on my cheek as I removed my pumps at the door. "Oooh, nice dress" she said. There were already a number of other families in the home and some of them we had not met before. As our host introduced us to them, I stood respectfully to the left of my Swami, turning slightly towards him. He placed his left hand on my waist and as he would introduce me, I would smile move my upper body forward slightly, extend my arm and greet the other guests.

I noticed her within 5 mins of entering the home. She looked stunning. She was around 5 feet 7 inches tall, slim, wore a gorgeous magenta sari with a low cut sleeveless blouse, had a flat stomach with a navel piercing, had perfectly manicured nails and her hair had a gentle sheen to it. Wow, I thought. I gently nudged Swami and directed my eyes towards her,  inviting him to follow my gaze. Then I turned to watch him just to see his reaction. He ran his eyes over her, suppressed a smile, planted a light kiss on my cheek and turned away. I gave him a quizzical look but got no explanation.

A lot of the men were trying to get her attention, joking loudly, boasting about their jobs, proudly announcing what cars they drove, but she seemed bored with the whole setup. I wanted to watch her some more but noticed that the scotch my Swami was drinking was running low and so turned my attention away, gently took the glass from his hand and refilled his drink for him. I returned and held the glass in my open left palm balancing it with my right hand. He reached out grabbed it and continued talking. I looked at his other hand and quickly moved around him and took the empty appetizer plate he was holding from him and asked him if he wanted a refill. He looked at me and smiled. I started moving to the breakfast area where the appetizers were setup and was laying out a few carrots and a chicken kabob on it when one of Swami's  friends laughed and said, "Busy serving K*****?"

I smiled at him, but said nothing, put everything on the plate and made my way back to my Swami. I stood to his right with the plate in my hand, trying to act as casual as I could. He smiled and pulled me into the conversation as he reached out grabbed a carrot and started munching it.

Then our eyes met. She looked at me and I at her and our eyes locked for maybe 4-5 seconds before her eyes moved to the plate I held in my hand. She stared at it for a few seconds and then at my Swami and then at me again and a smile broke on her lips.

"Here we go" I thought "She is mentally snickering at me. Oh Well"

Suddenly she walked towards us and moved into my Swami's field of vision. She extended her arm and with a big smile greeted him. "Hi, my name is S, I don't believe we have met before". My Swami is usually very polite, but he clearly did not appreciate the interruption. He glanced at her nodded and continued his conversation with his friend. His friend though was very eager to talk to her so took her extended arm as he introduced himself!

I watched her closely to see her reaction. I could not spot any irritation in her eyes at all and maybe I dreamed it but I thought her face softened a little bit. As my Swami moved away, I too turned away from her.

As the evening wore on, I noticed that she was watching us intently. She kept staring when my Swami took a seat on the sofa and I settled  next to his feet on his left with my special Drew Driver Cocktail. I felt her eyes on me when I lightly rested my hand on my Swami's feet.

After dinner, my Swami decided that he wanted to play with me. So, I took a seat on a chair opposite him, resting my butt at the edge of the chair, back arched, pushing my breasts forward, palms on my knees and kept conversing with friends, but paid close attention to my Swami's hands.

Every ten minutes or so, he would use his right thumb to rotate the gold ring on his ring finger 360 degrees. Every  time he did that I raise my arms and run my fingers thru my hair making sure he had a clear view of my armpits. I would do it for 8 to 10 seconds, enough time to let him feast his eyes on my clean waxed armpits. From time to time, he would also cross and uncross his middle finger and his index finger. When he did that I would cross and uncross my legs. Sometimes he would move his fingers very slowly as he was uncrossing his fingers. Sometimes he would spread them a little too wide before bringing them together. This was the most embarrassing part of the play for me.  I was required to match his movements, so sometimes after I had uncrossed my legs, I could not bring them together very quickly, because he had not brought his fingers together. I was worried that somebody would get a view between my legs in those excruciating three or four seconds and today I wasn't wearing my panty!

This was the start of the "consequences" he had warned me about. I noticed that a few of the men were already staring at my legs and was pleading with my Swami with my eyes to end the game, when something unexpected happened.

S suddenly parked her ass on the floor next to my Swami's right feet. This gave her a clear unobstructed view of my legs and a nice view up my dress. Before I could react, she turned to my Swami and said in a polite tone. "I am sorry, I did not mean to interrupt you earlier, that was rude of me" and as she said this, she quietly placed her left palm face down on my Swami's feet! I almost fell out of my chair.

My Swami smiled and this time he extended his arms. "Hi, S, I am K***** and that is my wife ******" he said gesturing with his face. Then he promptly moved his feet from under her hands, letting her palm land on the carpet. He also stopped the game completely. I quickly slammed my knees together and adjusted my dress to try and save as much of my dignity as I could, but the dress was still short and she got a nice view of my legs. and lower thighs from where she sat.

"Here, let me refill your drink" S said to my Swami and reached out and tried to whisk the glass away from my Swami's hands. My Swami used his left palm to block her and prevent her from touching the glass. "That is very kind of you S, but I think ****** knows my tastes better, Darling, would you please get me a refill"

Oh Lord, how I loved this man!. "With pleasure" I said, and immediately one of Swami's friends G, who was sitting next to him and had been surreptitiously staring at my legs laughed and told me. "Look *****, K**** has found himself another willing waitress. You better watch out"
My Swami used his left hand to smack his friend behind his head and everybody laughed.

I returned with his drink and this time took my seat next to his left leg. It was an awkward moment. A**** laughed and snapped a picture of Swami with me and S sitting on either side of his feet. "You look like Jaba the Hutt, with princess Leia and another slave girl at your feet" she said and giggled.

"Hey, he looks nothing like Jaba the Hutt" I protested. G jumped in with "So what you are saying is that the two of you do look like slave girls?" Everybody laughed. Swami smacked him again on his head, laughed and said "Why are you jealous?"

I looked at S but she did not seem to mind at all and was in fact laughing at the whole thing and smiled at me when our eyes met.

Eventually the conversation shifted away from us and turned to jokes. "Hey, here is a funny one" G said.

A grandfather spots his young 10 year old grand daughter sitting sadly on the porch and asks her, "Honey what is wrong". "I wanted $10 to buy something at the mall, but  Dad refused" said the girl almost in tears"
"Let me tell you a secret to get some money" Grandpa advised his grand kid. "Next time you see your Dad, just tell him, I know everything" The girls face brightens and she decides to try this out. 
Next morning, she catches her dad eating breakfast alone at the breakfast table and says "Dad, I know everything". The Dad looks around and says "Shh, don't tell anyone. Here is $30. The lady was just trying to measure me for a custom pant" The daughter has no idea what he is talking about, but she is happy to get the $30 and promises to keep quiet. Later in the morning, she meets her mother working in the kitchen and tells her "Mom, I know everything". The Mom totally panics and gives her a $50 dollar bill and says "shh, don't tell anybody, the yoga instructor was just helping me with a difficult yoga pose" The daughter is thrilled at how good her grandpa's plan is working. In the afternoon she spies the Gardner planting a flower bed. She sneaks up behind him, taps him on his shoulder and when he turns she says "I know everything" 

The gardner suddenly hugs her and cries. Oh Sweety, if you know everything, hug your daddy, You don't know how many years I have longed for this moment"

Everybody burst out laughing. A**** clapped her hands and laughed loudly. I opened my eyes wide to show my surprise at the punch line, covered my open mouth with both my palms and laughed. I suddenly caught S staring at me. She suddenly leaned in and whispered "I love the way you laugh, you are so feminine". Then she got up and left the room.

I stared after her. Suddenly, I heard my cell phone ring. the ringtone told me it was my parents calling from India, so I got up hurriedly, excused myself and walked way quickly looking for a quiet spot. I soon found an unoccupied room. I entered, hurriedly pulled the phone out and answered. It was my Mom. I talked to her for around 15 mins. It was our weekly "keep in touch call" After the call was done, I started to put my phone back in my purse when I realized to my horror that my panty was missing. I stared at my purse in abject terror. Then like a woman possessed, I scoured the surrounding areas for a fallen panty. It would be a huge embarrassment if someone came across a stained, lacy panty. I was racking my brains on my options when I heard a voice behind me

"Perhaps, you are searching for this?" I swung around and found S holding my panty. I quickly backed into the room and S followed. "Fredrick's of Hollywood?" she asked. I nodded, deeply embarrassed. Her eyes moved to my crotch area. My whole face turned pink. Then she smelled my panty. I wanted to crawl under a rock.

I reached out and grabbed my panty. As I fled past her, She called out "I know everything". I froze in my tracks. I turned slowly and looked at her

To be continued......