Content Warning: This update is not sexually explicit but has suggestive sentences and notions.

Naina looked at herself in the mirror; analysing the dips and curves of her legs. Every limb, every curve, every small ounce of baby fat on them was still the same. But something about them made her feel different. She couldn't pinpoint what it was but she felt differently about their shape. All her life she had been aware of how acutely unattractive she was. A let down. A failure for girls. A disappointment when it came to beauty.

And her short, ordinary legs bore the brunt of this hate as day after day she looked at their hideous lack of definition. Often she would wear loose dresses or covering salwars that hid their pathetic shape. Condemning them to a life of obscurity.

But the way Sameer looked at them every time she stripped herself off her clothes; his intense dark eyes darkening evermore made her want to rebel. A shade of brown with the passion of red wine: he looked at her like she wasn't an ordinary toffee that you could purchase for less than 50 paise; he looked at her like he worshipped every single dip and angle of her being, touched her like she was a fragile solitaire. His lips kissed every inch of her legs, taking his time to taste their creamy skin like she was some prized imported dark chocolate.

For the first time in her twenty years, Naina dared to do something she had never had the confidence to. She highlighted the curves of her legs. Made those very sticks stand out that she had tried to cover up all her life.

Clad in fishnet stockings that Rinki had bought for her from Bombay and the red pencil dress that Juhi had sneaked into her luggage, she felt turned on; surprisingly aroused by her own image. A current itched at her guts as fluttering feather touches of butterflies gripped at her core just at the thought of how Sameer would treat her in this attire. It had been six days into their marriage and they made love like they breathed. With a naturalness that made her glow. But she had been hesitant to wear this in front of him.

And yet when she had gotten out of the warm soothing, almost riveting post-coital shower today; she felt the confidence to wear these stockings, a trust that he loved her body no matter how ugly her legs looked. But her Buddhuram was late and with the dipping sun, she was becoming more and more frustrated in his wait.

So standing in front of the full length mirror in their room while Sameer was out to take care of their honeymoon arrangements, Naina Maheshwari did something that Naina Aggarwal would have considered sinful. She looked herself in the eyes and touched herself. For her own pleasure.

It began with a slight touch to her thighs over the silk fabric, gentle almost unreal. But with the thought of Sameer running in her mind, it progressed to soft, sensual rubs through the side slit in the dress. Closing her eyes, she imagined how Sameer touched her, every single time making her crumble to a wreathing mess in his arms. It continued as a tortured delayed gratification over the fishnet stockings. Irritating her but arousing her more at the same time.

She could feel a gradual warm wetness take over her feminine core as she traced the shape of her thighs; her mind conjuring up images of Sameer on top of her. Bare, their bodies flowing together; matching each other's rhythms with a perfect synchronicity. True partners in everything they did together.

She was close to the peak but it was unsatisfying. Her fingers did not stroke her like his did, they did not cause the gushing tingles that Sameer's masterful thrusts did. She was close to a frustrated snarl when she heard something clatter to the floor.

Gasping, she turned around to see her better half watching her. The heat in his eyes enough to cause a stir of tantalising tingles to overtake her spine.

"Naina" he spoke her name with a deep throaty clutch, making her wet warmth itch with arousal. He stood at the door of the room with a can of juice wasting away as gold liquid flooded the pearl-white floor next to him. Before she could register the blush of scarlet dawns that rushed to her cheeks, Sameer had crossed the room and pulled her against him. His strong masculine arms decorated with sinewy nerves as he felt the warmth of her tender sloping curve against his manhood.

"Yeh tumne kya pehna hai?" He asked as his eyes drank up the liquid curves of her body.

Her hair a mess, her milky cheeks flushed with the ombre colours of sunset, her skin warm and soft. Those delectable legs of hers covered in the fishnet stockings. She was Aphrodite personified. Calling on every primal instinct of his. She made his calm self crumble to ashes by merely existing. A storming thirst raged in his being and no matter how much he touched her, it refused to vanquish. Only it kept increasing infinitesimally; a thirstiness that took over him and fogged up his brain with a heart-stopping pleasure.

"Woh maine socha ki tumhe surprise doon iss liye." She spoke, her molten caramel eyes boring into his midnight gaze. Unembarrassed at being caught; a boldness that increased his want for her. Because staring back at him wasn't a shy and innocent 16 year old girl, it was a 20-year old seductive woman. His woman. His wife.

"Tum mujhe kisi din pagal kardogi. Koi apne eklaute pati ke saath aisa karta hai kya?" His hoarse voice whispered into her ear as his tongue traced the sweet spot behind it. A tremble ran through her that made its way to Sameer's core.His gaze ran so deep down Naina's body that she could feel her blood cauterize with heat and warmth.

"Tumhara naam lekar kar rahi thi jo bhi kar rahi thi." She spoke, eyeing at his wet warm lips. The juice dripped from his lips as he latched onto her mouth, exchanging the cloyingly sweet nectar. It made her tongue claw back with the sickle sweetness of distilled apples as she drank the cold juice from his mouth. His hands rubbing down her thighs, itching over the fishnet stockings.

"Tum kar kya rahi thi mera naam lekar?" He asked, his cold sweetened mouth evoking heated saliva of fruity promises as he kissed her. His words half eaten up, fused with pants of desire.

"I wanted you, Sameer. And you were late. I couldn't wait anymore." She spoke as she bit his lower lip, sucking it into her mouth. A shock ran through to his gut as sparks took over him. Running with blood throughout his body.

"You want me for what?" He asked, his lips retreated their attention to her ear. Nibbling at the soft flesh of her earlobe as his hands felt up her legs. The fishnet stockings teasing him with glimpses of her warm sweet flesh. Subtly seductive, intently tempting, and frustratingly sexy. He could come by just looking at her perfect legs clad in them.

"I want you to touch me." She spoke, her fingers holding his collars as she pulled his mouth back to hers. Her swollen lips moulded onto his as her tongue explored his tastebuds. Teasing him with her mouth. Kissing him but not relenting to the domination of his tongue. Frustrating him to a boiling edge.

"Touch you where, Naina?" He asked, his fingers running over to the seams of stockings circling her waist. "Here?" He asked as his hands grazed her waist, stroking its bareness causing her stomach to shrink in with butterflies. "Sameer." She whined into his mouth, assaulting him one teasing kiss after the other.

"Tell me, where do you want me to touch you. Here?" He spoke, his hands now gathering up her dress as they found shape at her hips. He stroked her curves tightly, making the stockings bite into her milky satin flesh. "Sameer." She moaned into his mouth as she thrusted her body against his.

"Tell me my darling. Here?" He said, his husky endearment of 'darling' fogging up her brain circuits; glossing over everything else as he lifted her up onto him. His manhood rubbing heat to heat against her wet femininity.

"Sameer please." She whined as her tongue finally overlapped his. The sweet taste of her mouth flooded his senses as his fingers made their way inside the hem of her stockings over the wetted bud.

"Here, my darling?" He asked as he pinned her body to the pillar. Her softness melting into his hardness.

"Yes, yes." She said as his fingers finally gave her what she wanted. Stroking, teasing, exploring the crevices of her sweetened driven being.

"Gosh my darling, I love your legs." His voice spoke roughly before his tongue tasted her, drawing out her moans with his magical fingers. Stars swam in her vision as she heard him rip the tender netted fabric of her stockings.

She should invest in more pairs. Because goddamn, her husband loves her legs!

And maybe she does too...

Thank you all for being patient. This didn't turn out as I had expected it to but I am quite glad about the surprising direction it took. I have always felt that Sameer's love makes the caged bird in Naina soar. So their desire for each other should help Naina break free from societal moulds. Do comment on how you found this part. I have put a lot into writing this.

Bundles of love,

Sims <3