The Chain Reaction

Prema led Krishna and Subhadra over to the shimmering waist chain section. The same saleswoman who had been assisting them earlier joined the group, her gaze already lingering on Subhadra with an undeniable, almost covetous interest. Just as they were getting into the swing of things, Krishna received a call. He answered his phone, pausing in his tracks, signalling to Prema and Subhadra to continue browsing without him.

As Subhadra, her cheeks still carrying a faint, lingering blush, browsed through the glittering display, the saleswoman chimed in, her voice a low, almost confidential tone. “You know, I’ve been working in the navel piercing and waist chain section for about 15 years now, ever since this jewellery line first launched. Over the years, I’ve seen countless women come in to pick out navel rings and other ornaments. It’s been quite the experience, as I’ve had the chance to catch a glimpse of many navels while they were trying on different pieces. A lot of them wear their navels with such pride, and it’s really something to see, isn’t it?”

As she continued, the saleswoman couldn’t help but let her gaze drop to Subhadra’s covered midriff, her tone imbued with a wistful admiration that bordered on envy.

“Honestly, I have to say, your thoppul is definitely the sexiest I’ve seen! And it was so distractingly big, nestled in your satiny belly. Especially your lower belly – it’s like creamy cheesecake, devoid of any pregnancy marks,” she sighed almost imperceptibly, a hint of genuine longing in her voice. Before she could complete her thought, Prema, with a knowing glance at Subhadra’s still-flush curves, interjected, her voice equally laced with a subtle jealousy, “Yes, you are absolutely right. Your lower belly looks so fleshy and creamy, and no one can guess by just looking at your belly that you have become a mother!” The saleswoman, a touch of genuine regret in her voice, continued, “See, I have aplenty of pregnancy marks in my lower belly and my shape of my navel also changed after delivery, that’s why I wear the saree a little high on my hip.” Prema continued, her gaze now shifting to Subhadra’s husband Krishna, who was still speaking on his phone, “Just look at it! And I can only imagine how lucky your husband is. The way that gold ornament sat in your navel earlier was just stunning. It really adds a special touch that highlights your beauty, Aunty,” she finished, a note of undeniable yearning in her voice.

Emerging from his conversation, Krishna cut through the moment, his smile warm. “What did I miss?” he asked, his eyes immediately seeking Subhadra’s. “Just some compliments about her thoppul,” the saleswoman replied, her eyes sparkling playfully, a lingering admiration for Subhadra’s form evident. Unfazed, she stepped to the counter and retrieved a small, velvet box that held a radiant collection of waist chains. “Take a look at these!” With eager eyes, Krishna reached for one, feeling the substantial weight of its intricate design in his hands. “Can I try this on?” he asked, looking at the saleswoman, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “Sure!” she beamed, watching with keen interest, a knowing smile playing on her lips as if anticipating the delicious display.

Krishna didn’t hold back. He gently took the chain and sauntered towards Subhadra, a glimmer of profound mischief in his eyes, knowing full well the effect his actions would have on her. Krishna grabbed the chain and came towards Subhadra’s waist…. She…. muttered under her lips, her voice barely a whisper, “Noo Ennanga, ayyo no please…” filled with deep shyness, her cheeks already a flame.

But Krishna, ignoring her demure protests, reached into her saree pallu and, with a tantalizing slowness, moved her pallu to the right side again, completely revealing her plush belly and deep, round navel once more.

The cool air of the showroom seemed to brush against her exposed skin, sending a delicious shiver through her. He brought the chain around her back, placed it near her navel, and with tantalizing slowness, adjusted the ring to fasten it.

As he stroked the soft, warm edges of her navel with the back of his fingers, Subhadra’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as a wave of exquisite sensation washed over her.

Prema and the saleswoman, who had been discreetly watching, now leaned closer, their eyes glued to the unfolding scene. The saleswoman’s lips parted slightly, a soft, involuntary gasp escaping her as Krishna’s fingers danced around Subhadra’s exposed navel. Prema, a tight smile on her face, felt a familiar ache of jealousy twist in her own midriff, seeing Krishna’s possessive movements. After fastening the chain, Krishna, with a possessive tenderness, bit it with his teeth to tighten it…. Her navel trembled under the sensual caress of his mustache and the hot, intimate breath.

A low, involuntary “Aaaee… YYYoooohhh…” escaped Subhadra’s lips with the rising tide of pleasure.

The chain was now rubbing right against her navel, a delightful friction that sent sparks through her. With full, overwhelming shyness, Subhadra pulled her saree and desperately tried to cover herself, her cheeks aflame, her heart pounding.

She looked at him, her eyes pleading as if to say… Enough. He, however, simply smiled, his eyes alight with playful defiance, and said, “Not enough..” With another gentle, deliberate movement, he removed the saree again, exposing her once more to the admiring glances of the saleswomen, who seemed utterly captivated.

He then turned to the salesgirl. “The chain looks tight, ma’am.” For that, the saleswoman said, her voice laced with admiration, a clear hint of envy, “Oh, but the chain looks so sexy on her belly!” Prema too added, her eyes wide with appreciation, almost a silent sigh of longing, “Yes, sir, it looks so pretty!” For that, Krishna said, a possessive glint in his eyes, “Actually, I want the chain to be a little lower than this….” When he said “A little lower than this,” he deliberately placed his finger on Subhadra’s navel, tracing the curve of her belly.

The saleswomen swallowed visibly, their gazes fixed on the intimate gesture, a palpable sense of fascination in the air. “The chain should be in this line when she walks….” his finger now dropping below her navel, coming to rest with a soft, knowing weight on Subhadra’s plush lower belly, which was in a slightly flabby, yet irresistibly soft. He moved his finger slowly, lingeringly, in her fluffy lower belly. His fingers began a sensual dance across her fluffy lower belly area that made her belly tremble and ripple with erotic sway. Subhadra was overcome with profound shame, a delicious tremor running through her entire being. “Oh… I want it to be just right on the lower belly”

“Oh… for that Chella Thoppai,” the saleswoman purred a playful naughtiness that made Subhadra’s already aflame cheeks burning even hotter at the word “CHELLA THOPPAI” for her belly.

Also Krishna felt a distinct and undeniable tightening in his groin, as he heard the intimate Tamil endearment from the saleswomen. “Okay, put this on,” the saleswoman, handing him another chain, her eyes still glued to Subhadra’s midriff. After taking the chain, Krishna patted Subhadra’s belly gently, a tender, possessive gesture, and she, with a shy smile that hinted at the thrill she felt, moved towards him and showed him her waist again, her embarrassment beautifully displayed in her flushed skin and naughty gaze.

The saleswoman smiled and tilted her head, a knowing look exchanged with Prema, both sharing a moment of silent admiration for Subhadra’s captivating figure. Krishna put on the waist chain around her waist, and it settled perfectly, looking so beautiful, accentuating every sensuous curve of her midriff.

The new waist chain, now perfectly positioned, seemed to cling to Subhadra’s lower hips, almost teasingly low, emphasizing the alluring fullness of her midriff, accentuating the delicious curve of her love handles with a silent, almost palpable invitation.

“Exquisite,” he breathed, his voice a low, husky,  thick with admiration, as his thumb lightly brushed the chain, feeling its cool metal against her warm, creamy flesh. Subhadra’s cheeks burned crimson, a wave of profound shyness spreading through her like wildfire as she felt the subtle weight of the ornament and Krishna’s lingering, possessive touch.

The saleswoman and Prema watched, their professional demeanor utterly shattered, replaced by expressions of genuine and fascination bordering on outright envy. “It truly enhances her belly, sir,” a hint of intense longing in the saleswoman’s tone. “The way it rests just below her, um, thoppul, creates such an utterly captivating line. It’s almost scandalous how perfect it looks on her.”

Prema nodded, her eyes wide with undisguised appreciation, “Indeed, Aunty. It highlights your natural beauty so perfectly, it’s almost unfair. It’s as if this chain was forged specifically for you.” Then she turned to Krishna and asked “Sir, will you be taking both ornaments?”

Krishna, still admiring the way the chain accentuated Subhadra’s curves, turned to Prema “Yes, please. Bill both of them.”

Subhadra, still blushing, carefully unhooked the newly adorned waist chain, almost a hesitant disrobing under their collective gaze. As she passed it to the saleswoman, a young woman approached with a tray of complimentary juices. Krishna reached for one, and as Subhadra did the same, their hands inadvertently brushed, sending a jolt through her already heightened senses. At that precise moment, a glass of juice wobbled precariously, then inevitably tilted, spilling a cool, sticky stream directly onto Subhadra’s midriff, soaking the pallu of her saree.

“Oh, my!” Prema exclaimed, her eyes widening. “Quick, Aunty, let’s get you to the washroom. You can’t walk around like that!” Without waiting for a reply, Prema gently, yet firmly, took Subhadra’s arm and led her towards the washroom, leaving Krishna to settle the bill.

Inside the washroom, Subhadra fumbled with the wet fabric. She leaned over the basin, as she tried to dab at the spilled juice on her pallu with a wet paper towel. As she worked, her saree pallu, now damp and clinging, shifted, gradually sliding further and further to the side, completely uncovering her midriff in the mirror before them. Prema’s eyes, watching Subhadra’s reflection, widened. The grand view of Subhadra’s buttery plush belly and deep, irresistibly erotic navel was now completely unveiled.

Prema’s gaze fixed on the mirror saw the glorious expanse of Subhadra’s exposed stomach. A shiver of pure, unadulterated desire ran through her. This was the moment. With a deliberate click, Prema reached out and bolted the washroom door, Subhadra looked up from her task, her eyes meeting Prema in the mirror. She was behind her, her hands reaching out, not to help, but to firmly, yet gently, settles on Subhadra’s lower hips. As her fingers began to delicately trace the soft flesh just above the waistline of her saree, her touch lingering, sending a delicious shiver through Subhadra’s frame.

“Oh, Aunty,” Prema purred, against Subhadra’s ear, thick with desire, “I swear, seeing this up close… how can I possibly blame my son for being utterly captivated? You have such a squishy, whitish belly, it’s like a dream, a perfect cushion. So soft to the touch.” Prema’s fingers, now emboldened, began to gently knead the soft belly flesh, causing Subhadra to gasp, her blush deepening, a delicious tremor running through her. “And your thoppul… It’s so deep, so inviting, like a secret, hidden pool begging to be explored, to be devoured, to be filled with secrets.” Prema’s gaze, still fixed on Subhadra’s reflection, and continued “This cute ‘thoppai’ of yours, it’s not just beautiful, it’s absolutely sinful. So creamy, so whitish, so utterly smooth, like butter. One could spend hours just squeezing it.

Prema’s words, laced with an almost hypnotic intensity, were a direct caress to Subhadra’s modesty, making her entire body prickle with overwhelming shyness, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Subhadra’s whole body flushed, her cheeks burning hotter than ever, her entire face a crimson mask of mortification. “Oh, Prema… please… Mmm… I’m feel… so s-shy…” she stammered, her voice barely audible, a trembling whisper. “N-no… don’t say such things…” she pleaded, but the soft groan that followed betrayed her, “I’m… so sensitive, there” she admitted.

Prema’s eyes gleamed with raw, hungry desire. “Sensitive, that’s so sweet Aunty” she purred, “Then let me show you just how good it can feel” With a slow, deliberate movement, Prema came to stand directly in front of Subhadra, sinking gracefully to her knees. Her eyes were locked on Subhadra’s stomach. Prema grabbed her both hips and began to press soft wet kisses onto Subhadra’s belly,

“This softness, Aunty,” Prema breathed against Subhadra’s warm skin, her lips lingering after a kiss on the upper belly. Subhadra let out a soft “Mmm…” as the warmth spread. “So creamy, so supple. Just perfect.” Another kiss landed lower, and Subhadra whimpered, “Ohh…”

Her lips trailed across the smooth expanse, each contact a soft, wet caress. “And these curves, mmm…” Prema murmured, kissing along the subtle swell of Subhadra’s love handles, and Subhadra sighed, “Ahhh…”

Prema’s kisses became more concentrated around the navel, punctuated by her husky praise. “This deep, delicious thoppul… ahh… it’s truly a marvel.” Subhadra gasped, “Nnngh…” as Prema’s tongue lightly teased the rim of her navel. “I could spend all day here, worshipping every inch of this exquisite belly, tasting its tender perfection.”

Subhadra’s blush deepening to an impossible shade of crimson. Her head tilted back, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her lips. “Mmm… Prema… oh… Ohhh… please… Nooo… Noo Aeehhhh…”. A sudden, jarring thought, like a cold splash of water, pierced through her daze, My husband might come looking for me. What if he finds me like this? What would he think? The feeling of being pleasured by Prema, a woman who was just a little older than their own daughter, sent a dizzying mix of taboo and exhilaration through her veins. It was so wrong, yet her navel, betraying her modesty, seemed to surrender shamelessly to Prema’s assaults, each wet kiss, each deep swirl of the tongue, pulling a new moan from her, a new surrender.

All of a sudden Prema’s warm wet tongue, flickered deep into Subhadra’s navel, a bold, intimate penetration that stole Subhadra’s breath away,

“Aaaeehhh! Ohh… Ahh… Mmmph! Nooohhh!” Subhadra moaned, a soft cry that was half shock, half pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her knees felt weak, threatening to give out. The sensation was electrifying, consuming.

Prema’s wet tongue, agile and insistent, swayed in her buttery lower belly that sent shivers of delight throughout Subhadra’s entire being.

Prema then began to lick the soft skin around the navel, a rhythmic, teasing motion, punctuated by soft, breathless kisses on the belly’s fleshy expanse, each kiss a silent promise of deeper ecstasy.

Subhadra’s body arched involuntarily as she felt an unmistakable sensation in her lower belly, a familiar feeling that signalled the approach of orgasm.  Whimpers were escaping her lips. “Prema… Pleassss Ayyohhhh… Mmm… I can’t…!” She didn’t know how to stop it.

But, she made a conscious decision to suppress the impending orgasm, as she felt so ashamed with cumming while her navel was being worshipped by a women who was still so new to her. So she slightly parted her thighs, trying to hold back the intensifying pleasure, clenching her muscles tightly.

Prema’s lips then suctioned onto her navel, drawing at it gently, then with more fierce, intimate sucking that sent waves of pure, unadulterated bliss through Subhadra.

Her legs began to tremble uncontrollably, making her feel utterly helpless. Subhadra completely lost herself to the sensation, her hands tightening on Prema’s shoulders, pushing her deeper into the blissful torment, desperate for more.

As Prema’s tongue swirled faster, deeper, a final, intense wave of pleasure surged through Subhadra, “AAAHHHHH…!!! AMMMAHHHH…!!!” a desperate moan tore from her throat.

Subhadra shamelessly cummed Her body writhed, utterly out of control, trembling violently. She felt a gushing fluid erupt deep within her, that completely flooded her panties, making them squishy and heavy with her own sticky, cum. She hadn’t anticipated, here in the jewellery’s washroom, such a strong and shameless climax.

Prema pulled back slightly, her gaze sweeping over Subhadra’s trembling form, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and continued hunger. She saw the tell-tale flush, the heavy-lidded eyes, the soft, sweet breathlessness.

Subhadra, suddenly aware of Prema’s knowing gaze and the undeniable evidence of her powerful release, felt a fresh wave of scorching, mortifying shame wash over her. Her cheeks, already crimson, seemed to burn even hotter.

“Well, well, Aunty, It seems that beautiful navel of yours truly knows how to respond when it’s properly adored.” Prema paused, her tongue tracing her own lips, as if savoring a memory. “The taste of your thoppul Uffff, it is absolutely divine. I can still feel it on my tongue, so incredibly sweet, so intoxicating. I simply cannot get it out of my mouth.” Subhadra gasped, her face heating even further, a fresh wave of humiliating pleasure washing over her as Prema so explicitly acknowledged her climax and the intimate act that caused it.

Prema’s hand, still on Subhadra’s hip, gently squeezing it. “Don’t worry, aunty, this secret is safe with me.” And she continued “Let’s do what we came here for.” With practiced ease, Prema retrieved several fresh paper towels, dampening them at the basin. She then gently lifted the edge of Subhadra’s saree pallu, and began to carefully blot the juice stain, lingering for a moment to dab around the faint, tell-tale wetness that had seeped from Subhadra’s panties onto the fabric. Subhadra stood trembling, utterly ashamed yet still tingling from the overwhelming pleasure. Prema’s fingers were still so close, so intimately aware.

“There, all good” Prema said, her tone still laced with a playful knowingness. She helped Subhadra adjust her saree, ensuring it was discreetly in place. As Subhadra began to move towards the door, Prema’s eyes dipped to the pumpkin buttocks in her saree were sways.

With a swift, audacious movement, Prema gave Subhadra’s soft buttock a playful firm slap, the sound echoing softly in the small washroom. “And those beautiful, bubbly buttocks,” Prema added, her voice a low chuckle, her fingers now daringly squeezing the plump ass, “they are just as delightful. So round, so inviting. A true masterpiece, Aunty!”

Subhadra’s eyes shot open in shock and fresh mortification, her blush deepening further, if that were possible. “Prema! Oh! Stop!” she gasped, a strangled sound of protest and surprise, but the feeling of Prema’s hand on her buttocks sent another jolt of illicit thrill through her already overstimulated body.

Prema opened the bolted door, and together they stepped out. Subhadra tried to walk normally, but every step was an acute, embarrassing awareness of the wet, squishy, sticky warmth clinging to her panties, as a shameful reminder of the shameless gush. She kept her head down, intensely conscious of Prema’s gaze on her, and the ghost of the kisses still lingering on her belly.

As they approached the main area, Krishna looked up, a warm smile on his face. “There you two are! All sorted?” he asked, completely oblivious to the intimate drama that had just unfolded. Subhadra forced a weak smile, nodding quickly. “Yes, just a little spill.” She avoided his eyes, praying he wouldn’t notice anything amiss. Prema, however, met Krishna’s gaze with a serene, almost mischievous smile, a silent knowing that only she and Subhadra shared.

They left the store, Subhadra feeling the damp, sticky weight of her panties with every step, a secret blush burning hotter than ever. She climbed into the car beside Krishna, acutely aware of the squishy sensation, a fresh wave of shame and exhilarating memory washing over her. Krishna then started the car and drove them.