Part B – At the Club.
Hi from Shanti again.
When we arrived at the club somebody was waiting outside to greet Sarvesh and show us to the restaurant. They really looked after him and us as well, as his guests. We didn’t realise that when he had rung to add another couple to our table, he actually cancelled our table and ordered another in a better location overlooking the garden and the pool.
We were shown to our table immediately because by then we were running a bit late. It was a bit amusing to see the reaction of the staff and other guests of the restaurant. We certainly made an impression. I’m not sure an altogether good impression but definitely an impression.
Again it was a good meal. We allowed Sarvesh to order both the meal and the drinks. I was surprised at how well the waiters and restaurant staff looked after him. Nothing seemed to be too much trouble. Obviously, he was well known here and I bet being on the management committee and a part owner made all the difference too.
After the meal, Sarvesh made a toast. We held up our glasses as he said in a voice just loud enough for us all to hear but nobody else, “Here’s to panties.”
“Or lack of them,” Steve added. “May they always remain at home.”
We all laughed as we sipped at our drinks.
“Here is another toast,” Peter said. “To all the sexy ladies at our table.”
“And the handsome guys too,” Jenny added.
Then Steve made the final toast. “Here to our holiday in India. May we add many more pages to Joseph and Shanti’s naughty letters book.”
“Not naughty letter book, Steve. It’s a sexy letter book,” said Jenny.
“The same thing, full of naughty, sexy stories.”
When we arrived at the club somebody was waiting outside to greet Sarvesh and show us to the restaurant. They really looked after him and us as well, as his guests. We didn’t realise that when he had rung to add another couple to our table, he actually cancelled our table and ordered another in a better location overlooking the garden and the pool.
We were shown to our table immediately because by then we were running a bit late. It was a bit amusing to see the reaction of the staff and other guests of the restaurant. We certainly made an impression. I’m not sure an altogether good impression but definitely an impression.
Again it was a good meal. We allowed Sarvesh to order both the meal and the drinks. I was surprised at how well the waiters and restaurant staff looked after him. Nothing seemed to be too much trouble. Obviously, he was well known here and I bet being on the management committee and a part owner made all the difference too.
After the meal, Sarvesh made a toast. We held up our glasses as he said in a voice just loud enough for us all to hear but nobody else, “Here’s to panties.”
“Or lack of them,” Steve added. “May they always remain at home.”
We all laughed as we sipped at our drinks.
“Here is another toast,” Peter said. “To all the sexy ladies at our table.”
“And the handsome guys too,” Jenny added.
Then Steve made the final toast. “Here to our holiday in India. May we add many more pages to Joseph and Shanti’s naughty letters book.”
“Not naughty letter book, Steve. It’s a sexy letter book,” said Jenny.
“The same thing, full of naughty, sexy stories.”
Once the meal was over we went into another part of the hotel to watch the cultural show. During the show, we were watching a girl dancing by herself.
Jenny leant over to Lizamoa, “Isn’t that similar to the dance that you did in New Zealand?”
Lizamoa was surprised. “Yes Jenny,” she replied. “It is the same dance that I was doing. Very famous in India.”
“But I bet she doesn’t perform it like Lizamoa did,” Peter whispered.
“She wearing too many clothes,” Steve added with a grin.
“Steve, Peter, shut up!” Sharon hissed at him.
“Come on Sharon. You’re picking on me again.”
“Then stop with all the cheek and smart remarks,” she replied.
“All I was saying was, Lizamoa danced it well.”
“And the rest,” she hissed at him again.
Jenny leant over to Lizamoa, “Isn’t that similar to the dance that you did in New Zealand?”
Lizamoa was surprised. “Yes Jenny,” she replied. “It is the same dance that I was doing. Very famous in India.”
“But I bet she doesn’t perform it like Lizamoa did,” Peter whispered.
“She wearing too many clothes,” Steve added with a grin.
“Steve, Peter, shut up!” Sharon hissed at him.
“Come on Sharon. You’re picking on me again.”
“Then stop with all the cheek and smart remarks,” she replied.
“All I was saying was, Lizamoa danced it well.”
“And the rest,” she hissed at him again.
After the show, Sarvesh led us into a private lounge completely closed off from the restaurant which overlooked another part of the gardens. This was fitted with beautiful deep leather seats to relax in. At one side was a table laid out with small finger snacks and nibbles.
In the short skirt, I was wearing it was hard to sit back in those seats without revealing anything. I was sitting directly opposite Peter and I didn’t realise, with the light from the large window behind him, he had a view right up my skirt.
“Is that some pussy I can see Shanti?” he said.
Then I realised what I was showing him. Smiling at him I reached down to my skirt a pulled up the hem slightly giving him a bet view so he really could see everything up to my skirt.
“Is that better?” I asked him.
“Thank you. That’s much better,” he replied with a grin.
Lizamoa quickly noticed what I was doing and soon she was giving Steve and Sharon a pussy show too. And that was all it took. Soon every girl in the room had their skirts pulled up with their pussies bared and openly on show. We remained like that giving the boys a show, only pulling our dresses and skirts down whenever the waiter knocked at the door.
I am sure the waiter noticed what we were wearing and how short our skirts were but he never gave any sign that he had. That is until Lizamoa made a slip-up.
He had brought in some drinks and was placing them on the low coffee table in the centre of the room. Just as he bent down to the table he looked up towards Lizamoa. It was at that moment that she moved, uncrossing her legs before crossing them the other way.
For a second he got a shot, right up her dress. We all did for a moment, she showed everything she had.
I heard a gasp from the waiter as the drink slipped from his hand, hitting the table and falling to the floor.
He was shocked, apologising to us for his clumsiness as he tried to mop up the spilt drink. I felt a bit sorry for him because he looked so flustered. But when I looked over at Lizamoa I could not miss the look of amusement on her face. I began to wonder if, in fact, she had done it on purpose.
Once the waiter had left the room we laughed at what had happened.
Then Joseph said, “Lizamoa, you have been a very naughty girl.”
“Yes, Joseph my dearest husband, I have.”
“Are you sorry for what you did to that poor fellow?”
For a moment she hesitated, looking around at us with a slight grin on her face. Then she said, “No Joseph, I am not sorry.”
“Well then you know I will have to punish you, don't you”
Trying to look serious she replied, “Yes Daddy Joseph, I know you do.”
“Then come over here to me.”
Looking like a little schoolgirl about to be punished Lizamoa stood up smoothing her dress pulling it down before she went over to where Joseph sat.
“Now bend over my knee,” he told her.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied as she bent across his knee. “Is Daddy going to smack me?”
“Yes, he is,” Joseph replied. “You know Daddy has to smack you.”
“Oh, I have been a naughty girl.”
“Yes very naughty!”
Joseph reached the hem of her dress pulling it up until her entire bottom was bared to all of us. He lifted his hand, bringing it down with a sharp slap. She gave a little squeal as he did it a second time.
“Now do you promise to be a good girl?”
“Yes Daddy, I will be a good little girl for you,” she said.
“What are you going to promise?”
“I promise not to show my pussy to the waiter again.”
“That’s better,” Joseph said giving her another slap on her bum a bit harder than the first two making her squeal again.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Lizamoa only just had enough time to stand up and pull her dress down as the restaurant manager walked in.
It was obvious he could see something was going on. He looked hard a Lizamoa who was still standing in the middle of the room looking as guilty as sin but I’m sure he couldn’t work out what was happening.
Turning to Sarvesh the manager asked, “Is everything all right Sir?”
“Everything is fine,” replied Sarvesh.
“I am sorry about my waiter being so clumsy.”
“No. No,” corrected Sarvesh. “Your man has given us very good service. Do not discipline him for one little mistake. In fact, I want him to accept this little something for his excellent service.”
Sarvesh handed some notes to the manager. He looked down briefly, a surprised look on his face before his hand closed over the tip. I am sure it had been a very generous amount.
“Yes Sir, I will personally see that he gets it,” replied the manager.
The waiter didn’t return. A girl brought our next round of drinks.
In the short skirt, I was wearing it was hard to sit back in those seats without revealing anything. I was sitting directly opposite Peter and I didn’t realise, with the light from the large window behind him, he had a view right up my skirt.
“Is that some pussy I can see Shanti?” he said.
Then I realised what I was showing him. Smiling at him I reached down to my skirt a pulled up the hem slightly giving him a bet view so he really could see everything up to my skirt.
“Is that better?” I asked him.
“Thank you. That’s much better,” he replied with a grin.
Lizamoa quickly noticed what I was doing and soon she was giving Steve and Sharon a pussy show too. And that was all it took. Soon every girl in the room had their skirts pulled up with their pussies bared and openly on show. We remained like that giving the boys a show, only pulling our dresses and skirts down whenever the waiter knocked at the door.
I am sure the waiter noticed what we were wearing and how short our skirts were but he never gave any sign that he had. That is until Lizamoa made a slip-up.
He had brought in some drinks and was placing them on the low coffee table in the centre of the room. Just as he bent down to the table he looked up towards Lizamoa. It was at that moment that she moved, uncrossing her legs before crossing them the other way.
For a second he got a shot, right up her dress. We all did for a moment, she showed everything she had.
I heard a gasp from the waiter as the drink slipped from his hand, hitting the table and falling to the floor.
He was shocked, apologising to us for his clumsiness as he tried to mop up the spilt drink. I felt a bit sorry for him because he looked so flustered. But when I looked over at Lizamoa I could not miss the look of amusement on her face. I began to wonder if, in fact, she had done it on purpose.
Once the waiter had left the room we laughed at what had happened.
Then Joseph said, “Lizamoa, you have been a very naughty girl.”
“Yes, Joseph my dearest husband, I have.”
“Are you sorry for what you did to that poor fellow?”
For a moment she hesitated, looking around at us with a slight grin on her face. Then she said, “No Joseph, I am not sorry.”
“Well then you know I will have to punish you, don't you”
Trying to look serious she replied, “Yes Daddy Joseph, I know you do.”
“Then come over here to me.”
Looking like a little schoolgirl about to be punished Lizamoa stood up smoothing her dress pulling it down before she went over to where Joseph sat.
“Now bend over my knee,” he told her.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied as she bent across his knee. “Is Daddy going to smack me?”
“Yes, he is,” Joseph replied. “You know Daddy has to smack you.”
“Oh, I have been a naughty girl.”
“Yes very naughty!”
Joseph reached the hem of her dress pulling it up until her entire bottom was bared to all of us. He lifted his hand, bringing it down with a sharp slap. She gave a little squeal as he did it a second time.
“Now do you promise to be a good girl?”
“Yes Daddy, I will be a good little girl for you,” she said.
“What are you going to promise?”
“I promise not to show my pussy to the waiter again.”
“That’s better,” Joseph said giving her another slap on her bum a bit harder than the first two making her squeal again.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Lizamoa only just had enough time to stand up and pull her dress down as the restaurant manager walked in.
It was obvious he could see something was going on. He looked hard a Lizamoa who was still standing in the middle of the room looking as guilty as sin but I’m sure he couldn’t work out what was happening.
Turning to Sarvesh the manager asked, “Is everything all right Sir?”
“Everything is fine,” replied Sarvesh.
“I am sorry about my waiter being so clumsy.”
“No. No,” corrected Sarvesh. “Your man has given us very good service. Do not discipline him for one little mistake. In fact, I want him to accept this little something for his excellent service.”
Sarvesh handed some notes to the manager. He looked down briefly, a surprised look on his face before his hand closed over the tip. I am sure it had been a very generous amount.
“Yes Sir, I will personally see that he gets it,” replied the manager.
The waiter didn’t return. A girl brought our next round of drinks.
Soon after that, we decided to return to Sarvesh’s house for the remainder of the evening. On the way home as we were all riding in the taxi van I heard Lizamoa ask, “Joseph can I give the taxi driver a tip when we get out?”
“What, Lizamoa? You have not brought your purse. In that dress where have you got any money?”
“It was not money I was going to be tipping him with." Then leaning closer she added, "I want to be giving the pussy flash.”
“OK,” said Joseph with a grin. “You can tip the driver too.”
“Thank you, my dear husband.”
So that was what happened when we arrived at Amita and Sarvesh’s house. The driver came around and opened the van door. Lizamoa was the first to get out and as she did she ‘accidentally’ allowed her dress to ride up her thigh giving him a nice pussy flash as she got out.
Now that set the scene for the rest of us girls too. Jenny was the next girl out and as she did she gave him a good shot of light brown curls. Then Sharon followed her next. Since Sharon is blonde and doesn’t have much pussy hair so she has decided to shave her pussy now. So I bet that was a real show for the driver. The fourth girl to get out was Amita and she managed a quick little flash as well.
Now there was just me to get out of the van. I saw the smile on the guy’s face and knew he had caught on to our game. So he was waiting to get a look at my pussy as well.
“Oh, what the hell,” I thought as I went to get out. “I might as well give him what he is expecting.”
Smiling up at him, I parted my legs, reached down and lifted my skirt to give him a better look. He had a good look too before I stood up beside him smoothing my skirt down again. Then completely out of impulse I leant over and kissed him on the cheek.
“I hope we have made your night,” I whispered in his ear.
He just stood looking at me. Suddenly I pulled the jacket open giving him a flash of my nipple and boob through my see-through blouse before I turned to walk away.
The others had seen all of this and after Sarvesh had paid the fare giving the driver a good tip Lizamoa came running over to me as the van drove off.
“Oh, Shanti,” she giggled. “That was so sexy. At least the rest of us had tried to make it appear as the accident but not you. Wow! You even lifted up your skirt for him.”
“What did you whisper to him?” asked Jenny.
“Oh, I just hoped we had made his night,” I replied.
This brought giggles from both girls.
“What, Lizamoa? You have not brought your purse. In that dress where have you got any money?”
“It was not money I was going to be tipping him with." Then leaning closer she added, "I want to be giving the pussy flash.”
“OK,” said Joseph with a grin. “You can tip the driver too.”
“Thank you, my dear husband.”
So that was what happened when we arrived at Amita and Sarvesh’s house. The driver came around and opened the van door. Lizamoa was the first to get out and as she did she ‘accidentally’ allowed her dress to ride up her thigh giving him a nice pussy flash as she got out.
Now that set the scene for the rest of us girls too. Jenny was the next girl out and as she did she gave him a good shot of light brown curls. Then Sharon followed her next. Since Sharon is blonde and doesn’t have much pussy hair so she has decided to shave her pussy now. So I bet that was a real show for the driver. The fourth girl to get out was Amita and she managed a quick little flash as well.
Now there was just me to get out of the van. I saw the smile on the guy’s face and knew he had caught on to our game. So he was waiting to get a look at my pussy as well.
“Oh, what the hell,” I thought as I went to get out. “I might as well give him what he is expecting.”
Smiling up at him, I parted my legs, reached down and lifted my skirt to give him a better look. He had a good look too before I stood up beside him smoothing my skirt down again. Then completely out of impulse I leant over and kissed him on the cheek.
“I hope we have made your night,” I whispered in his ear.
He just stood looking at me. Suddenly I pulled the jacket open giving him a flash of my nipple and boob through my see-through blouse before I turned to walk away.
The others had seen all of this and after Sarvesh had paid the fare giving the driver a good tip Lizamoa came running over to me as the van drove off.
“Oh, Shanti,” she giggled. “That was so sexy. At least the rest of us had tried to make it appear as the accident but not you. Wow! You even lifted up your skirt for him.”
“What did you whisper to him?” asked Jenny.
“Oh, I just hoped we had made his night,” I replied.
This brought giggles from both girls.
The evening was not over yet and as it was still only 10 pm Sarvesh suggested we go out the back to have drinks by the pool.
We were sitting out the back of the house beside the pool having a last drink as we talked about what we had done at the club. Sarvesh got up and asked if we all wanted another round of drinks before going to bed.
We all agreed and so he and Amita went off to get them.
While they were away, Steve suddenly said, “Let’s go for a swim?”
“But we have not got our swimming things,” Jenny said.
“Let’s go skinny dipping then?” said Steve.
“Ok fine with me,” agreed Mike. “But what about the house staff?”
“Oh Amita said they were all going into town tonight,” said Lizamoa. “They will all be gone by now.”
“So are you all game?” Steve asked the rest of us.
We all agreed to this and soon we were all stripping our clothes off and jumping into the water. It was a warm evening and it felt so good in the water particularly since we were naked.
We were splashing each other and then the guys got out to dive from the diving board. It was turning into a bit of a contest between Steve, Peter and Mike as to who could do the best dive.
We were sitting out the back of the house beside the pool having a last drink as we talked about what we had done at the club. Sarvesh got up and asked if we all wanted another round of drinks before going to bed.
We all agreed and so he and Amita went off to get them.
While they were away, Steve suddenly said, “Let’s go for a swim?”
“But we have not got our swimming things,” Jenny said.
“Let’s go skinny dipping then?” said Steve.
“Ok fine with me,” agreed Mike. “But what about the house staff?”
“Oh Amita said they were all going into town tonight,” said Lizamoa. “They will all be gone by now.”
“So are you all game?” Steve asked the rest of us.
We all agreed to this and soon we were all stripping our clothes off and jumping into the water. It was a warm evening and it felt so good in the water particularly since we were naked.
We were splashing each other and then the guys got out to dive from the diving board. It was turning into a bit of a contest between Steve, Peter and Mike as to who could do the best dive.
Suddenly one of the servants appeared. She was holding a tray with some of the drinks. Amita and Sarvesh followed her also carrying trays of drinks.
The girl noticed us in the pool, and then she spotted Mike standing on the diving board ready to dive in. She stopped with her mouth open. It was then that Mike noticed her too. He reached down to cover himself with his hands before jumping clumsily into the water.
“Oh dear,” I heard Amita say.
But then Sarvesh took control of the situation. “Katrina, our friends from New Zealand are more used to swimming without their swimming things. Their culture is different to here in India. Just place the drinks on the table and then you can go.”
The poor girl was totally embarrassed and shocked. She still didn’t move until Sarvesh stepped in front of her and took the tray. Suddenly she realised where she was, she turned and hurried back towards the house. But I did notice she took another quick glance before she disappeared.
“So you girls are not the only ones flashing,” laughed Steve.
“I didn’t know she would be coming out,” explained Mike.
“Well, you gave her a free show didn’t you?” Shanti laughed.
“I did a bit.” He admitted. Then turning to Sarvesh he said, “I hope we didn’t mess things up for you Sarvesh.”
“No, it is fine. She will be OK. Amita is talking to her now.”
The girl noticed us in the pool, and then she spotted Mike standing on the diving board ready to dive in. She stopped with her mouth open. It was then that Mike noticed her too. He reached down to cover himself with his hands before jumping clumsily into the water.
“Oh dear,” I heard Amita say.
But then Sarvesh took control of the situation. “Katrina, our friends from New Zealand are more used to swimming without their swimming things. Their culture is different to here in India. Just place the drinks on the table and then you can go.”
The poor girl was totally embarrassed and shocked. She still didn’t move until Sarvesh stepped in front of her and took the tray. Suddenly she realised where she was, she turned and hurried back towards the house. But I did notice she took another quick glance before she disappeared.
“So you girls are not the only ones flashing,” laughed Steve.
“I didn’t know she would be coming out,” explained Mike.
“Well, you gave her a free show didn’t you?” Shanti laughed.
“I did a bit.” He admitted. Then turning to Sarvesh he said, “I hope we didn’t mess things up for you Sarvesh.”
“No, it is fine. She will be OK. Amita is talking to her now.”
So that was how our evening ended with us all nude swimming in the pool. Once they were sure the servants were gone Amita and Sarvesh stripped and joined us in the pool too. It had been a great evening and promised to be a great couple of weeks as well.
So again it is, park my pen time.
With love and kisses,
Mike and Shanti.
With love and kisses,
Mike and Shanti.
Yes I love that interaction between those guys. Lots of witty one liners. Getting into trouble with their wives. Yes, very funny. I'm enjoying it.
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ReplyDeleteYes Susan and I have fun writing these stories where Peter and Steve get together. You could say we have fun making sure they have fun.
Allan & Susan.