Illegal Orgasm - Part 2 (Dressed To Kill)
“Hello, admirer?” Mumtaz spoke, staring at herself in the mirror. She looked like a woman aching for a man between her legs. She was wet. The person on the other side cut the call immediately. Was he shy, or was he acting? Mumtaz couldn’t differentiate. She called him again! “Never thought you would call me!” The man on the other side said. The voice was very manly, attractive, and had a pinch of erotic effect to it. Mumtaz was thrilled. “I don’t know who you are, but thanks for those gifts,” Mumtaz whispered. This was the first time she spoke to a man other than for official matters. She hadn’t even spoken to her husband like this, not even once. “I can’t disclose my name yet,” He stopped. “Call me admirer itself, have been in love with you the moment I saw you a year back. I didn’t know how to approach you. I didn’t know how to face you. But I knew I wanted you. Sorry if I stalked you.” He pleaded like a kid but with his rough manly voice. “Oh, no! You should have asked me out. But yes, a stalker is creepy,” Mumtaz giggled to a stranger. The orthodox lady was open to a stranger for the first time in her life. Mumtaz surprised herself. Mumtaz talked to the stranger for hours. They poured their heart in. Never seen him, but Mumtaz started liking the voice that was attracted to her. Mumtaz didn’t realize it was already the morning. Finally, she asked him the question, “Are we going to meet?’Mumtaz was careful but excited for the answer. “Yes, we will. Wait for my text today evening!” the admirer said. Mumtaz had lost track of time, and it was past 12. She forgot about her dinner, her bath, and she was lying in her bed dressed in her gym clothes. She giggled and bid him goodnight. As usual, she had to touch herself to please her thirst that was never quenched. She took a quick bath and went to sleep. Mumtaz was too excited to concentrate on her work. The current case was pretty serious, but anyways she had asked a few day time to collect the resources. She didn’t want to piss off Alex and blow her chances of earning crores. Mumtaz left early from her office and rushed to the spa nearby. She spent more than enough for pedicure, manicure, facial, and everything that would make her look better. She had never let anyone touch her hair. But this time, she decided to smoothen her hairs too. “What if he is not from my religion?” Mumtaz was hesitant about that, though. But she decided to meet him anyways. Back home, Mumtaz grabbed another package placed at her doorstep by the admirer. She was excited to know what it contained. She ran inside her room and opened it. It had a note on the top. “Wear them for me. These clothes will bring out the seductress inside you. This will celebrate your body.” But Mumtaz was hesitant. The clothes inside were too modern for her. She immediately called him. “I can’t wear these. It’s against my religion. I don’t even take out the head veil!” Mumtaz was furious at her admirer. “I have personally handpicked these materials. They were custom made to suit your skin color, your hair, and even your hourglass figure!” He said in his irresistible manly tone. “So? It’s not my type,” Mumtaz argued. “Fine, guess you won’t budge. I told you, I fell for you for what you are. You are too scared to even explore your beauty. I don’t think you can even accept me then. Bye,” he answered rudely. “Please, I can’t do this. Society won’t accept me!” Mumtaz started pleading. The lioness who used to frighten men at court with her words had succumbed to a teen girl desperate for a man. “You are an independent woman! You don’t have to bother about the society! Whatever, I will be waiting for you at Bay Pride Mall. Your choice to come,” saying that the admirer abruptly cut the call. And that’s how Mumtaz ended up at the entrance of Bay Pride Mall! She was wearing the same costume she was gifted along with the black lipstick and black pearl earrings. But the most important part she hadn’t worn her head veil. Her straightened hairs were let loose for the first time. It reached till her elbow. Mumtaz wore a pale white two-piece costume. The top was a sleeveless crop top with a thin thread-like elastic transparent strap holding the top to her bosom, which made it look like it was strapless and only reached below her breasts. It was as if a white cloth was rolled around her breast and back. Mumtaz, for the first time, had exposed her entire bubbly navel. Even the milky pinkish belly button glistened in the air-conditioned mall. The white top also exposed an adequate amount of cleavage. Thanks to the white push up bra with a backstrap. The upper portions of her breasts and her cleavage formed by the bra pushing the 34 B melons upwards. Mumtaz looked sluttier than any modern girl. The bra had swirly patterns all over it except on the cups. But Mumtaz ruined the scenery with a black shawl over it! On her waist, 2-3 inches below her glistening belly button, Mumtaz wore a slender white skirt with blue lines on the thighs that reached her knee. The skirt was tight and skin-hugging. It seemed to squeeze her meaty thighs and plump buttocks. The panty that came along with the bra was a classic brief. It held her buttocks together and had similar patterns with semi-transparent stripes on both sides. Mumtaz had worn a high heeled black footwear and looked like a dominant monster queen. People could not take eyes off her seductive white skin. The costume even surprised her maids, who hadn’t even seen her without the head veil. She also had the fragrance that made teenagers and older men to drool. Mumtaz was brought back from her frozen state by a text notification. She was scared and shy to move forward, especially owing to this sultry avatar of her. “CCD, 2nd floor, corner table reserved under Mumtaz. The lift doesn’t work, and you are hot as hell.