The Pakistani-American Wife Ch. 01

Yasmin's voice cracked as she repeated herself, "Please leave immediately! This is highly inappropriate!"

"I understand that, Yasmin," Omar said, his voice taking on a patronizing tone. "But this is an important client and it can't wait."

Yasmin took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew that she needed to assert herself and set some boundaries. "Omar, you need to leave," she said, her voice firm and resolute. "This is a private space, and I need some privacy." Omar seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then he nodded, took one more look at her more-than-ample bare breasts, flesh and nipples poorly concealed behind her her small forearm, his eyes fixed on them as he stepped back out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

As Omar finally left the room, Yasmin finally breathed a sigh of relief and was alone with her thoughts. She couldn't believe what had just happened and how exposed and vulnerable she felt. No man other than her husband had ever seen her breasts, and now Omar had seen them, and frankly she felt humiliated.

"Of all people, it had to be another Pakistani guy who totally understands just how taboo it is for a pious Muslim wife to be exposed to another man like that!?" Yasmin thought to herself incredulously, her shame intensifying. "I would rather it have been Adam or Stephen!", she told herself.

As she sat there, she couldn't help but replay the events in her mind. She blamed herself even though Omar had walked in without knocking, remembering that she chose a pullover instead of a button-up that she could have pulled closed quickly, and how she had been too tired to bother with the nursing cover. The memory of the milk running down her stomach made her feel even more embarrassed.

Yasmin couldn't help but wonder what Omar thought of her now. Did he think less of her as a modest Muslim woman? Was he repulsed by what he saw or did he like it? She had always tried to keep her body hidden, and now it had been exposed in front of a man that wasn't her husband and that she'd have to see almost every day. It made her feel ashamed, like she had done something wrong.

As Yasmin looked down, she realized that her nipples were rock hard. and she was confused by the feelings that were coursing through her body. Part of her was ashamed and angry that Omar had barged in without knocking, while another part of her was strangely aroused by the situation. She quickly dismissed that thought, knowing that it was not appropriate, and tried to focus on the task at hand - finishing pumping the milk.

As she sat there, she couldn't help but over-analyze what happened. She had always been a modest person, and the idea of someone seeing her exposed like this was terrifying. But at the same time, she couldn't deny that there was a part of her that was intrigued by the idea of being seen like that. She quickly shook her head, trying to rid herself of those thoughts, and finished pumping the milk. As she got dressed, she couldn't help but notice how her nipples were still hard, and she couldn't understand why. She knew that it was normal for nipples to sometimes get erect during breastfeeding, but that almost never happened to her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to it. She felt confused and ashamed and didn't know what to make of her feelings. All she knew was that she just wanted to finish pumping, put the incident behind her, and go home to her baby and husband.