Author note: For those unfamiliar with sarees, check out this 0 second youtube short for your own reference.

Link: https://youtube.com/shorts/-ZfOmYZ9L0s?si=frvIwIJegEayOrJ_

Aarav POV

“Why don’t you wear sarees?” I asked Shanaya, my girlfriend of 1 year.

“I don’t know. Never really tried. Why?” she asked, laying in my lap and looking up at me.

I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know… I just thought you would look good in it.” I went back to my phone while my other hand caressed her head.

She simply nodded.

The next week, I was back at her house.

“Ta-Da!” she exclaimed while showing me an Amazon package.

“What?” I chuckled at her excitement.

“I got me… a saree!” She tore open the package.

“Really?” I got excited.

I had always had a thing for sarees.

It was a simple yellow saree complete with a blouse and petticoat.

“Yeah!” she squealed, “Help me wear it!”

“Does that mean I get to see you naked and touch you and hold you?” I wiggled my eyebrows at her while stepping closer.

“Maybe…” she said, slipping her shirt off her shoulder enough to show me her black bra strap.

As I was just about to hold her she ran away laughing, taking the blouse and petticoat with her.

2 minutes later, she opened her bedroom door and there she was - in the perfectly fitting blouse and the petticoat but no saree. Her breasts were perfectly taut in the fitting blouse, her cleavage visible just slightly, her curvy waist… mmmm…

I looked her up and down, till she had to hide her exposed skin to wake me up from my trance.

I immediately held the saree in my hand, “Come here! I will drape it for you!”

She smiled nervously and came near.

As she did, I couldn’t help but glance at her low blouse. It was perfect, it was even pushing her boobs up just so slightly, making them more bouncy with each step that she took.

I licked my lips, she noticed. I smirked, not even sorry.

I unfurled the long saree and asked her to come near. She did, her hands covering her exposed waist and her cleavage.

“Are you shy?” I teased her. This was one of the very few times that I have seen her nervous. Most of the times she was like this is when we have sex, especially the first time we were naked in front of each other.

“No!” she bluffed.

“Then open your arms wide, let me see you properly!” I suddenly became bold, teasing her even more.

To my surprise, she actually spread her arms wider, letting her breasts look ravishing and her stomach sinking in and out as she breathed deeper and slower.

But she was still looking down with fluttering eyes and red cheeks.

I smirked.

Perfect!

I put on a YouTube video on saree draping tutorial. She stood still, half naked and waiting for me.

As per the instruction of the video, I held one corner of the long saree and tugged at the band of her petticoat to push the corner in.

Her stomach sank as my finger touched her skin and went inside the band of her petticoat.

I looked into her nervous eyes and placed my lips on her, kissing her deeply and sucking her plump lips as I put my hands on her waist, her warm skin.

She clutched my shoulders and went on her tip toes to kiss me.

“God! I love kissing you!” I whispered against her mouth as she panted against mine.

“Me too!” she whispered back after gently opening her eyes with a smile.

“Should I continue?” I asked and picked up the saree that was now hanging from her petticoat.

She nodded, but her hands did not let me go.

I smiled but said nothing.

I leaned in closer to her and bent down so I could wrap the saree around her waist.

Our eyes locked on each other and flickered between our lips.

Oh God! My saliva is still on her lips! God! I want to kiss her so bad!

I tucked the saree in her petticoat from all directions. Each time I did so, she would grimace at my touch, her skin sensitive all over.

As per the tutorial, I next made pleats in the fabric. Now, I was to put the whole bundle inside the petticoat, but this time tucking alone would not be enough.

I put my index finger in her petticoat band, right under her navel and pulled at it.

She immediately jerked forward, gasping. Her eyes were locked on my lips while mine were locked on hers.

Slowly, I tucked the thick bundle of pleats inside her petticoat band. Then I let her loose enough to move back if she wants.

But she didn’t.

I wrapped the rest of the fabric around her waist once more, our eyes still locked.

I softly put the pallu (the hanging end of the saree) over her shoulder.

She looked down and so did I. I couldn’t help but look at her cleavage that was still exposed. I looked at the tutorial. The lady there had covered her cleavage.

She was about to step back, but I caught her by the waist and pulled her back. The sudden moment made her stumble and use me as a support to stabilize her.

I couldn’t help but look down.

Her full cleavage was now even more visible and pressing against my chest.

She looked up at me, breathing heavily.

I kept my one hand on her waist while bringing the other hand towards her cleavage. I grazed my finger along her chest, outlining her cleavage to which her breathing became erratic.

She is turned on!

And seeing her closing her eyes, while my finger slowly moved down her cleavage line into her breasts, made me horny as well.

I felt a tightness in my pants. But I need to control myself.

I pinched the saree between my fingers and pulled it over her cleavage.

She looked down, her face fell, almost disappointed.

I couldn’t help but smile at her frown.

She wanted it too!

But I was having too much fun teasing her. I stepped back, crossed my arms and looked at her from top to bottom.

She quickly changed her facial expression and twirled around to show me her saree from all angles.

Fuck! She looks hot!

As she twirled, the saree played games with my mind. Suddenly I would see her exposed waist and sometimes she would be fully covered, her pinchable stomach, hiding behind the fabric.

I put my hand on my crotch, feeling the growing bulge. My dick was asking to be free.

I stepped forward.

I couldn’t take it anymore!

She stopped twirling to look at me.

I put my hand on her waist inside her pallu and pulled her in, her cleavage now back against my chest, where it belonged.

“You. Look. Hot!” I said, eye-fucking her all over.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pressing her breasts against my chest even more. Her breasts were now pushed up even more, making it more suck-able.

I bit my lip and leaned forward to kiss her.

But she put her index finger on my lips, stopping me.

I looked at her in confusion.

She stepped back slowly and deliberately till she reached the dining table.

She leaned back on it, half-sitting, half standing. She bit her lip as she pulled at her pallu just enough to show her cleavage.

Oh God!

I groan and clutch my bulge.

She looked at me, biting her lip and enjoying the tease.

“Why don’t you take it off of me first?” she asked with an innocent look while playing with the pallu just a little more until I could see the whole of her cleavage, as allowed by the blouse.

I stepped forward, giving my bulge a light rub.

She licked her lips as she saw me approach with my hand on my crotch.

Without even wasting a single second, I yanked the pallu off her body, leaving her chest exposed with only her blouse covering her.

She gasped at the intensity.

I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her till she was a good 2 steps away from the table.

Then I picked up the end of the saree and pulled at it… hard. She immediately twirled around at the impact, letting the saree fabric untuck from the petticoat and leaving her in the same state as she was before I draped this beautiful piece of fabric on her hot body.

She smiled as she steadied herself after a very fast twirl. Her open hair fell on her chest, covering her cleavage.

I stepped forward, put my finger right into her cleavage, hooked it against the blouse fabric and pulled her again, till her body was once more against mine.

I moved my hand lower down her waist, grabbing and squeezing her ass through the petticoat. She moaned as her grip on my shoulders tightened.

“Remove it!” I whispered in a low moan while pulling at her petticoat, my other hand’s index finger still in her blouse, inside her cleavage.