Santhosh carried Chaitali's unconscious body and laid her out on the large sofa in the room. They gazed at her appreciatively. Her saree had fallen off her shoulders, baring her ample breasts clad in the skimpy, transparent blue blouse. The light from the stand lamp made her dusky skin shine through the thin material, clearly outlining her black bra. Her bare stomach and navel, accentuated by the saree worn low, looked extremely erotic. They looked down at her and moved in like three wolves closing in on a doe asleep in the forest. Santhosh went down on his knees near her feet and slowly lifted her saree up to her waist. Her soft dusky fat thighs came into view with the flimsy black panty nestling between them. He stroked her thighs and spread them apart and placed his palm on her panty clad pussy. Raghav had, in the meantime unbuttoned her blouse and was caressing her breasts. He slipped the bra straps from her shoulders and pulled the cups down to reveal the lush globes with stiffening nipples. Tenderly he palmed them and started to squeeze gently, softly pinching the nipples to cause them to stiffen to hard points.
Those of you who are familiar with India and it's style of dressing will know what a 'saree' is - as for the others, go look it up in the dictionary.
