Indira stopped making noise and opened her eyes. Sheldon was watching her. She motioned for him to remain down as she stood. She placed a loose end of her sari between his palms and began a slow rotation as she backed away, unwrapping the saffron colored cloth from her body. She reached the limit of its length and it fluttered away to the ground. She came back to Sheldon and placed a second silky wrap between his palms. Her second twirling unwrapped a second cloth, pastel green this time. Abdominal and shoulder skin appeared. The last wrap was pale blue, like her head scarf. It draped her thighs. Then she danced and it didn’t anymore. Sheldon had seen Indira fully naked but she looked extraordinarily exotic in her dark blue panties and midriff shirt. She was athletically fit with muscle definition and tone. Indira returned to her place in front of Sheldon, kneeling upright as before. She pulled his hands to the lower hem of her shirt. Sheldon understood and lifted the obscuring. Was he jealous? Was I hurting him?Just then Michael rolled off of me. He lay on his back, still breathing heavily. I was on my stomach still feeling the after shocks of our fucking. Without a word to me, he stood up, zipped his jeans and walked across the room. I turned and watched him, wondering what he was going to do. He looked at me on the floor.“Thanks for the fuck,” he said, opening the door and left, slamming it shut.I could not believe he left just like that. No touching me, no cuddling, no kiss, not even a goodbye. I lay naked on the floor stunned by what had just happened and suddenly felt used, even though I was the one who seduced him in the café and lured him to my apartment. Still, he didn’t have to be so cold. I wanted tenderness, something more than a cold thank you. I felt empty and angry--now angry at Michael and Jesse and wondered if all men were jerks who just used women.I got up and gathered my jeans and ripped thong. My tank top was still on, my tits hanging out.
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