Practice Match Before Marriage
Hello everyone, I’m Krishna. I’m a financial analyst in Delhi. I live with my mom, who owns a reputed parlour in Vikas Puri, Delhi. Because of her, I also know all the parlour work because, before my job, I used to assist her. This story is about an incident that happened in November. Without boring, let’s continue with the story. Usually, November is a month when marriages are at peak in Delhi. Our parlour was overbooked, and no staff was there. That was when we received another order for bridal makeup. I didn’t know what to do, since all the staff were busy with their clients. So, I asked Mom if I could reject the order, and she requested to accept it as it was a high-paying client and a regular one. With no other option, I agreed, and she told me to go to the venue and do the makeup myself. I don’t have much experience in doing makeup, so I was nervous, and hesitantly, I agreed. When I reached the venue, I found out that it was a South Indian wedding and the marriage ceremony would take place early in the morning, and for that, I had to start my work by approximately 3 am. I went to see the bride, and I was stunned to see the bride. She was too beautiful, she looked like she came out from a movie poster. As per my guess, she was around 28 with good stats of 32-26-32 and 5’2 height. The above is just a guess. I smiled and greeted her. She said, “I’m Roshni, and you are?” “Hi! I’m Krishna. I told her about the schedule and asked her to be ready by 3 am and we will start makeup by that time. She nodded and disappeared. I was nervous as hell. It was almost three years since I did makeup. I thought and tried to calm down and went to my room which was next to the bride, set my alarm for 2 am, and rested for some time. I got up when the alarm rang, washed my face and brushed my teeth, changed into fresh clothes, and then again did a check of the supplies in my bag. Now, I was ready to begin the work. My heart started pounding in my chest, and I felt a little dizzy, but I controlled myself. It was around 2:15 am. I went out of the room to grab a cup of coffee. Everyone was sleeping, and there were hardly a couple of people who were awake. They were preparing when I noticed the lights in the bride’s room were on. So, I thought to ask her to get ready and knocked on the door. There was no response. I waited for a few seconds, and then she opened the door. She just came out of the bathroom after a bath, and she was wearing just a towel. Her hair was wet, and I could see her beautiful curves through the towel. Damn! she was hot. We both exchanged greetings, and I told her that it was almost 2:30 am and we had to start soon. She smiled and said, “I know. Come in and have a seat. I’ll get ready and come.” She moved away inside and closed the door, leaving me alone. I sat on the couch in the hall, looked at the wall clock and saw it was 2:40 am. That’s when I noticed there was a big mirror in the room where she was changing clothes, and she was visible in the mirror because the door was slightly open. She didn’t know about it, and I kept on watching her. The moment she pulled her towel off and stepped out naked, I gasped. Damn! She was gorgeous, her skin was glowing like pearls and she was toned, sexy as hell. I could see every inch of her body from head to toe. She was leaning forward, and her round ass was just right in front of me. Damn, it was perfection. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She then went to the wardrobe and took out a lehenga and matching blouse. She started wearing them one by one, starting with her panties. She turned sideways, pulled her panty up her legs, and showed her sexy legs. They were covered with a thin layer of pubic hairs, and then she bent forward to put her top. I lost my mind seeing her ass and thighs. It was heavenly. She took her lehnga and blouse and in no time, she was dressed completely and she came out. My mouth was open, and my eyes were fixed on her beauty. I was trying hard to hide my hardon. Somehow, I came back to reality and said, “Wow! You look stunning in your traditional outfit.” Then she gave a shy smile and thanked me. While I was preparing a makeup kit for her, she asked me if I could help her with something. I asked her what. She pulled her lehnga up on her left leg to her knee and showed me a little layer of hair. She asked me if I could help her remove them. I asked why because most of the women in South India remove their pubic hair way before they get married. She said yes, but because of time constraints, she didn’t. She said to me, “Please help me.” I took out a shaving cream and some razor blades and put them on the bedside table. She then sat on the bed and stretched her leg for me to apply the shaving cream. I then sat on the floor near her legs and pushed her lehnga a little up till her knees and asked her to hold them, while I started applying the cream on her left leg first. She was feeling shy, but she had to do it, so she held her dress tight and let me do it. After that, I started applying the cream, cleaned her left leg, moved to the right one, and did the same. Her legs were pretty smooth now. I asked her if she wanted to apply a little oil on the shaved area to make it smoother. She agreed and I got the coconut oil and started applying it slowly on her legs. I felt like heaven with the touch and rub I was giving her. She was getting into a mood, but she was controlling herself. She took her right leg and kept it on my shoulder. God, she was looking fucking hot, and I wanted her so badly. But I didn’t want to ruin her wedding day, so I controlled myself. While applying oil, I managed to touch her thighs now and then just a little above her knee. And every time I touched her, her legs were shaking a bit. She never complained. Instead, she switched her legs from right to left, and now her left leg was on my shoulders.