Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
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Rolling the glass paper weight on the table in the private study room of his apartment with my right hand, I watched my boss while he looked down aimlessly on some papers that lay in front of him. The several sweat buds on his forehead stood evidence for his deep worries and helpless condition.
“I am ruined, Raj. I had never thought she could do this to me. And, I am extremely sorry I caused this damage to you too because of her. What a fool I was to have had anything to do with her! Nobody, even God, can help me to get out of this mess. Nothing I could say could give you an adequate idea of my feelings. Please forgive me if you could” he said mopping the perspirations with a handkerchief without lifting his head.
Though I had felt sympathy for this big man, my boss and Chief Executive Officer of the company where I had worked earlier, yet I was amused to see his condition. Yes, he was a fool not only to have had nibbled the bait of sex but swallowed it too, that had been dangled under his nose by a junior lady assistant in his office! She had pulled the string with the sharp hook at its other end struck deep within him! He had become a puppet in her hands now! She had really proved how a lady with a great sexy body and looks could make an intelligent man dance to her tune! She had blackmailed him for raise in salary and promotion and had also ensured to remove any stumbling block to climb up the career ladder! Incidentally, I had become her first target and victim to get removed from the company, sacked by my boss, the CEO!
“Sir, I do not blame you for what had happened. She was really cunning and had acted in a most intelligent way. There is no use crying over the spilt milk” I tried to console him.
“But, Raj, she had constrained me to sack you for no fault of yours. And I could not do anything but to obey her” he said apologetically.
He was one of the very few persons who called me ‘Raj’ while most others and my friends called me ‘Jai’. My association with my boss was long. Though we were of almost same age, yet he saw me like his friend. He had liked me and appreciated my work very much so much so that he had given two promotions with raises in emoluments within three years. None of my peers or assistants had any grudge or jealousy on it. They had believed I rightly deserved as my contributions to the progress of the company were immense and unparallel. Yet, now I am going to get the gate! That was ironic.
“Sir, you had just told nobody including the God could help you. Suppose I cleared all troubles for you?” I asked him with a smile.
“Then, that would be an eight wonder of the world. Forget it, Raj. I had meant what I had said. Nobody could save me. She held all the trump cards. But then I have got only myself to blame” He raised his head to look at my face and told repentantly.
“Please leave it to me, Sir. I am confident; I can pull the rug from under her feet. I will do it even if that was going to be the last thing I could ever do successfully in the rest of my life” I said with a tone of determination.
“Raj, you have no idea of what she ……” he started it but I stopped him short.
“You had told me that before and I had heard it right then. All you have to do now is to keep my resignation letter in abeyance for two weeks. I promise to set the things right by that time” I said with a grin to reassure him.
Looking at my face, his eyes suddenly brightened just a little, for a brief second only, obviously with hope on hearing what I had just said. He had known I was very intelligent and the confidence and conviction in my voice told him I could really do what I had claimed.
“Raj, I am prepared to do anything if you could really clear me out of this stinking mess” he said eagerly.
“Please just do what I had requested you to, and leave everything to me. At the end of two weeks, hopefully before that, I would have shown you what I could do to outwit a tart with her nefarious designs to destroy the life of a great man like you! Mark my words, Sir, I will bury her in the same pit she had dug for you!” I had said confidently.
I think my words had worked on him like ice cubes placed on a paining swollen sprain on the ankle. In an overwhelming gesture, he got up from his chair, came around the desk and hugged me tightly.
“Raj, I would be indebted to you for the rest of my life if you could really do that” he said as if he had suffered from stammering. His words where choked with emotions.
“Have faith in me, Sir. Good Night” I got up from the chair and said while turning to walk out of his study room.
“Good Night and best of luck. But beware, Raj. She is as dangerous as a cobra” he warned me.
“But you should have known I am a cobra charmer. I knew the technique not only to remove its fangs but to kill it hitting on its hood and throw to the gutter” I said with a grin as I went out. I came out of the building and reached the road.
I waved at a passing cab. Sitting on the rear-seat of the cab, my mind had plunged into reminiscence!
About three and a half months back, my boss had suggested appointing an assistant for me. He had rightly justified the recruitment to help me ease out the ever mounting work pressure. In fact, I had handled more than what four executives together could have handled in a day. He was only being considerate towards me. But what he had not told me was that he was appointing the wife of another junior staff member working in our organization. He had done the grave mistake of not referring her to me for taking the interview for assessment and suitability. I had no idea what magic and charm she had applied on him as he had told me on intercom that Mrs. Kamini was coming to me whom he had appointed as my assistant.
Within a couple of minutes, there was a gentle knock on my office door. As I had said “Come in”, the door was gently pushed opened and a lady entered. She made quite an entrance! I watched her for a brief time only. She was fair, tall and a little heavily built. She was beautiful alright. If anybody was asked to describe her in one word, the most appropriate adjective would have been a ‘sex-bomb’. No exaggerations, she had perfectly fitted herself to that adjective. In fact no superlative would do any justice to her beauty and voluptuous, sexy body.
She wore a light blue colour sari transparent enough to reveal what were below it. There could be no other purpose for her to chose and wear that kind of a sari unless she wanted to flaunt her big assets. In fact, the pallu (anchal) served no purpose of what it was meant for. May be she wore it in the manner she did to create an impression in the mind of my boss who had taken the interview and appointed her. There were several glitter works on the sari which glazed when the light fell on them. Her breasts were big with straight projections insomuch as if she had pushed the door just enough for her to enter inside, I could have seen only her breasts coming first followed by her body! She must have given special instruction to the tailor to cut the neckline of her blouse so low that it allowed exhibition of upper halves of her ravishing breasts with a deep valley of cleavage. And what a sizzling sight they gave out! It could be well compared to two half-moons in juxtapose appeared on the night sky! I could very well see her light blue colour blouse and faint contour of her white laced bras! For a second, I wondered if she had placed two big rose-buds on her breasts from the way the nipples made two sharp points raising the anchal at those places like two arrows aimed at me.
She sure had visited a beauty parlour before coming here. I could very well say that from the makeup on her face with bleaching, foundation, blush, trimmed eyebrows, eyeliner, blue eye shade, and light red lipstick with lip-lining. My office was suddenly filled with the sweet fragrance of a French perfume she had used!
She came walking carefully as if the floor would sink itself with the touch of her feet. I could not see, but may be she had used very high heeled footwear as her hips and buttocks swayed left and right rhythmically according to her stepping.
She reached and stood opposite to my desk with the coyness of a girl ornated in bridal dress in front of the ‘groom ready for exchange of rings and garlands in marriage.
“Please sit” I said courteously to her.
“Thank you, Sir” she said and sat on the middle one of the three chairs across my desk.
I must admit she knew the art and technique to impress any man. Otherwise, she would not have attempted to shed her inhibitions quickly rather than slowly. While sitting, she leaned to her left allowing the pallu to slip out of her shoulder. She smiled watching me staring at her big bosom with her melons threatening me! She took her own time to replace the pallu back on the shoulder leisurely. Then, like some young models did during television interviews, she jerked her head to one side apparently to send her two long and loose tresses of hairs that lay over her shoulders to her back again. Not satisfied, she raised her right hand too much to adjust her hairs back in their position. I can bet she did so purposely to make the pallu slip once again from the shoulder. Okay, she was sexy, voluptuous and desiring. Okay, she was giving a good treat of herself to my eyes, I guessed.
“Please give me a copy of your Bio-Data” I said to her.
She gave me an envelope. I took the paper inside it and went through it. I knew she was 32 years old and a graduate in arts. She had no basic experience except she had done some part-time teaching in some primary schools. I was no fool to understand, as a help, she would be as good as a hole in a water tank!
“The CEO had told me I was to work with you” she said and immediately corrected with a grin “sorry, I was to work under you and assist you”
“That’s what he had told me too” I replied with a smile.
“Sir, you must have known from my Bio-Data I did not have any experience working in a company. I hope you would guide me initially to learn the job and I promise to discharge my duties efficiently thereafter. I am prepared to work any hard so that you would never have any complaints. As I work for a little long, you would come to know I am prepared to do anything to satisfy my superiors” she said with the smile dancing on her lips.
I could have appreciated her for what she had assured me as a novice to the job except for the last sentence! I didn’t expect her to be so much explicit. Or, was I trying to read too much between the lines?
Besides, I was beginning to wonder if she had any problem with her eyesight by the way she preferred to look at me through one eye turning the head to a side like a crow!
‘Jairaj, be careful with this lady. She could be dangerous’ I heard my brain telling me with a continuous alarm bell ringing inside my head.
“Thank you. And, on my part, I assure to assist you in all possible ways to learn the job quickly” I replied to her.
“Sir, I would like to mention one more thing. You know my husband is also working here. True, I got this job on his requesting the CEO for the same. But, I would like to create my own identity and presence here. In other words, I don’t like to be linked to him for my performance and I don’t like to be called his shadow. I hope you understand my sentiments” she said smilingly.
“Sure, sure. I do appreciate your views” I said returning the smile.
I took the receiver of the intercom and pressed the number of the sectional officer. While she heard, I briefed him of the new appointment and advised him to introduce her to other members of the staff. I asked him to show her seat and place of work as well as to give an orientation of introduction of our company, business and working.
Then I pressed the bell. The peon, an elderly man, appeared.
“Ramu, this is Mrs. Kamini. Please take her to the sectional officer” I said to him. And, to her I said “Please meet the officer I am directing you to. I think you have heard what I had advised him jut now. You learn the job for about ten days’ time from him before I took over”
“Yes, Sir” she said and stood up. She once again jerked her head to adjust her hairs. I didn’t know if she wanted her pallu to slip again, but this time it didn’t slip.
“Mrs. Kamini, in case you face any….” I said to her and stopped short.
“Yes, Sir?” she asked as if prompting me.
Turning to the peon, I told “Ramu, please wait outside”.
I waited till he went out closing the door behind him.
Turning to the lady, I went on “If you face any problem, whatever it may be from any source here, please do not hesitate to tell me”
“Sure, Sir. And, thank you very much” she said with a broad grin and extended her right hand for a handshake.
Right at that moment, the intercom buzzed. With my right hand which I had extended to meet hers, I took the receiver.
“Raj, how do you find her?” I heard my boss’s voice followed with a suppressed giggle.
I pressed the receiver tightly to my right ear so that she could not overhear the conversation.
“Only time could tell that” I replied.
He burst into a loud laughter. “Was your real opinion a little too much intimate for expression?” he asked, probing.
“Nothing of that sort, Sir. I stick to what I had told you” I replied with a grin.
“Oh, then I needed to wait more for your feedback” he said still with the giggle.
“Seems so” I replied.
“Okay, okay, carry on. Happy times to you in good company” he had said with a loud laughter enough to break my eardrum.
He did not wait for my response and snapped the line.
Replacing the receiver, I again extended my hand at her. She took my hand.
“Wish you all the best and we look forward to have a nice association” I said aware she still held my hand.
“Thank you once again, Sir” she gave me her electrifying smile this time.
I watched her walk to the door swaying her heavy buttocks the way a swan walked. Keeping the door half-opened, she looked at me over her left shoulder once. I felt her eyes darted a thousand arrows at me.
She mesmerized me, alright! But then she could have mesmerized any man! She had such captivating and seductive appearance and presence!
For no reason, the alarm bell inside my head continued to ring! It sounded death-knell of impending disaster! She could be very dangerous! The smell that filled the room was not fragrance emanated from her body but it was the smell of vicious death! I had seen several ladies in trendy fashion and skimpy dress but they were very rich. But I had not found any woman from a lower middle class appeared for a job interview in a revealing sari with looks and manners enough to kill. She had come with a mission. And she had looked determined to achieve it at any cost. Didn’t she spell it?
For a minute, I thought of her husband. I had thought he was a simple man. Now, since I had seen his wife, I knew he must be a simpleton. He could not be called uxorious but pusillanimous. This lady could not be within his control. May be, she ruled him over. Did the couple have babies? I regretted for not asking it. I laughed a little crazily! Why should I have asked? I was not going to propose to her, marry her any way! I laughed once again on my stupidity of going wild for no reason!
I put a rein on my thoughts. I should not bother too much unless I was going to make any indecent advancement towards her.
Any way, that was the beginning.
For almost nine days, I had not seen her much throughout the day time except for five minutes before she left the office in the evening. She had come to report to me what she had learnt that day. In fact, I had not called her to my office in between. I could guess she had been charging the office atmosphere intensely with her voluptuous expositions. Once I smiled to see the way the old peon Ramu had changed his dress and appearance, not to speak of other staff. I had not wanted to let the staff indulge in gossips and murmurs or suppressed giggles if I had called her into my office frequently. Besides, her husband too was working in the same office. The time for staff to leave office in the evening was 5.30. Most of them including her husband had left by then. Though I had asked her that she too can leave, but she preferred to stay on the plea of helping me. When I insisted, she had argued it was her duty and responsibility to remain as long as her boss stayed in office.
On the tenth day, the sectional officer reported to me she had been given proper orientation and preliminary training. So, I took over and started giving her work. I took care to spend minimum time with her in my office. I should maintain the decency and decorum. I had also remembered my boss had made a snide query about how I found her at the first time. Why should I send out any wrong signal I was being playful with her?
However, I must say she had best used the few minutes she was with me. Can I say she had used the opportunity to lure if not seduce me?
It was on the sixteenth day around 5.35 in the evening that she came to my office. I guessed the other staff might have left or would be leaving the office for the day soon. After a gentle knock on the door, she opened it and entered. I looked up to see her coming towards me carrying two plastic folders full of papers. She carried the folders in her left hand held closed to her chest. She wore a light green colour transparent sari with matching blouse.
She gave an electrifying smile which mesmerized me. I was also fascinated to see her eyelids flapping incessantly the way a pigeon fluttered to the sky when released from a cage.
Before I could return her smile, I took a sharp breath. I found her staggering suddenly as if stumbled or tripped on something on the floor. Might be her legs got entangled in the lower folds of her sari. In any case, her body bent forward about to fall. I rose up from my chair to rush to her help. But just in time she regained her balance but she lost the clutch on the folders. The folders fell from her hand and all loose papers flew dancing in the air and settled on the floor totally scattered.
“Sorry” she said looking at me and bent forward to pick up the papers. It was when I looked down at her that I could guess that it was all a ploy on her part with some specific intentions. She had bent forward almost like an inverted U. Obviously she had needed to do so if she did not want to sit on the floor to collect the loose papers. Apparently, the pallu of the sari had fallen off from her shoulder. She made no effort to replace the pallu which remained hung on her left hand. Her large, fair melons that remained compressed inside the bras and blouse came bundled together and rolled out almost halves of their portions to my view. The two boobs seemed to vie and fight each other to come out fully first through the upper opening of the blouse. I got a splendid view of the ravishing tits which made me a little dizzy. In fact, I had to resist a rising urge to support the tits to prevent them from rolling out fully in nude!
Reaching in front of her, I too bent to pick up the papers. She saw me ogle at her bosom and I quickly withdrew my eyes. However, I was quick enough to notice her meaningful smile on her lips which conveyed her knowledge of what I had actually intended.
“Leave it, Kamini. I shall ask Ramu to collect the papers” I said and stood up. She joined me.
Sitting on the chairs, we discussed some points while the peon picked up all papers and gave to her. I knew she had nothing important to discuss except making a scene to exhibit her breasts
On the nineteenth day at about 5.50 in the evening she entered my office with a rap. All the staff had already left. Only Ramu was outside. I was preparing a report, almost nearing completion. She wore a similar transparent cream colour sari with same colour blouse, bindi, ear-rings, bangles and an artificial necklace with yellow stones. I must say she looked a seductive temptress from head to foot. She was dynamite, alright. She sat on the same chair, this time without waiting for my telling.
Looking at her, my heart beat rapidly. She had such an enchanting and electrifying presence that could shoot the blood pressure high in any man! Her face looked radiant. The smile on her luscious lips was killing. To make my condition further deteriorate, she often opened her mouth a little and ran the tip of her tongue at the base of the line of teeth on her upper jaw. It was peculiar for any lady to do so. It was quite strange but very few people had known or agreed that seeing the tongue of a lady was more luring than watching her body. In other words, if not for any valid reason, a lady mostly showed her tongue to lure a man than by revealing any of her sensuous parts. Interestingly, Kamini was doing now the both.
While she was telling something about a business transaction, I saw her watching intently on my left shoulder. Then while still talking, she got up from the chair and came around close to me. I can swear, on the pretext of observing something closely, she bent forward allowing halves of her breasts to slip out from inside the blouse. I was in another world with the mesmerizing sight of her ravishing boobs. Her close proximity, the smell of her body and fragrance were intoxicating me. I could bet she would not have objected if I caught her boobs and gave a massive squeeze!
She brought her right hand and with the thumb and index finger, she seemed to pick up something from my shoulder. The mere touch of her fingers sent thousands of volts of current through my body. Before I could see what she had picked up, she blew air from her mouth as if to fly the object off.
She stood giving an ogle and wide smile.
“What was that, Kamini?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Hmmm…how could I say that?” she acted hesitating with her grin.
“You could say whatever it was” I knew I had nothing to be scared of or shy about.
“Oh….it was something a man should have taken care not to carry from his house to the office. It was a long hair stuck on the shirt” she said smiling meaningfully.
I was wondering if she had found lipstick marks on my shirt thought there could not be any!
“It could have fallen off my head. You can see I have a receding hairline, due to parental heredity” I defended myself.
Shockingly, she bent further forward and whispered into my right ear as if telling a secret “Obviously not, Sir. It was a very long hair. You have small hairs on your head. It is of a lady”. She could succeed in letting the pallu of the sari off her shoulder while she bent to whisper this into my ear.
What shocked me was not her telling a plain white lie, literally into my ear! If there was really a long hair, she would have picked it up and definitely shown to me. But she deliberately blew it off so that I could not see it. She was acting and lying with impressive expertise! What she did in the pretext of telling a secret into my ear was pressing her big breasts and brushing them on my shoulder. The soft press of her breasts sent shivers through my body. There was only a thin fabric of blouse in between her breasts and my shoulder, obviously under my shirt. I knew my mental equilibrium was being lost. I was going mad in the head! I knew as well as she knew too that if I had turned my head to look at her face while she was whispering, then my mouth would have touched hers!
Suddenly something prompted me to think of the proverbial Damocles’ sword hanging on the head. I regained my composure, sat straight on my chair and said “Perhaps, you did not know my wife was at her native place”
She was not someone who could be beaten so easily. As she had nothing more to whisper, she still remained in the bending position and tried to grab the armrest of my chair with her hands for support. Since my right hand was already there, she caught my hand. She did not attempt to withdraw her hands from mine.
“That does not justify the reason for the presence of a lady’s long hair on your shoulder any way, Sir” she said laughing like a bottle with small stones inside was shaken. Yet she went on “I knew your wife was away since a couple of months. I knew men could not live without emptying their reservoirs”
If she had hit me across my face in a violent slap, I would not have been more startled but the way she told it explicitly in lewd language really shook me.
“But you must know all men were not alike” I tried to defend feebly. I was ashamed of myself as she watched I told this with my eyes still on her fair, ripe breasts. I could also feel my mouth was turning dry.
“Hmmm…you cut a sorry figure. Any way, how did you feel it?” she asked with her smile fixed on her lips.
Feel about what? About the presence of a long hair on my shoulder though my wife was away? Or, the look of her breasts and their touch on my shoulder?
If she opted to tell something with double meaning, I should not be left back. So I told “Well, to describe it in Hindi, I felt like ‘jis ki rachna itni sundar, vo kitna sundar hoga’” (which meant if the description of a thing was so beautiful, how much beautiful the thing really must be).
“Hmmm…you were poetical” she said.
“You can say that again” I replied.
She went back and sat on the chair. I regained composure again and discussed some other business matters. By the way she listened attentively; I wondered if she was the same woman who played a little amorous a few minutes ago. It is difficult to understand a woman, I thought.
After she left my office, I thought. If we studied through transactional analysis method, we could find there was a meaning or motive for everything a person said or did. I had not studied psychology for nothing. Why was she behaving in an amoral way with me? Was it because she wanted to mingle fun with work? Did she enjoy fun? Or, was she a flirt? Did she want sexual pleasures from me? Or, was she offering sexual gratification to me willingly? If so, what was her motive? Professional advantages like recommendations for promotions, more salary and benefits? Sooner or later she would make the real move, I thought. I must wait and watch. And, I must be very careful then. I must be prepared for it.
And, it happened after almost two weeks. She might be waiting for the right opportunity. For last three evenings, I was busy making reports and statements for my boss to present them to the Chairman. Kamini too stayed as long as I remained in office helping me till almost 8.45 in the evenings. By 8.00 o’clock of the fourth evening, I had finished all works including final touch up to the reports and was just reviewing it. All staff had already left the office except the peon Ramu.
Kamini entered my office. She wore a pink colour transparent sari with matching blouse. She looked a little tired as she sank into the middle chair in front of my desk. I was studying a report held on my right hand while I played with my mobile phone in my left. My eyes were careful to note she sat in an unusual way, almost half-laid like a passenger lying in a seat in an A/C Chair Car bogie of a train in the night.
“Ufffffff…I am dead tired!” she exclaimed.
“Thank you for helping me to make the reports” I said still looking on the report in my right hand.
“Think nothing of it, Sir. It was my duty” she replied smilingly and added “Please call Ramu”. I pressed the bell.
The peon entered. “Ramu, bring two glasses of cold drink” she said to him.
I turned to look at my report in my hand again while she relaxed in the chair.
During this period, while my eyes were still on the report, I noticed she made some unusual movements with her body. Without lifting my eyes from the paper, I became attentive. I knew she was sort of rubbing her back on the backrest of the cushioned chair as if she had felt some itching on her back. I knew too she had kept her eyes fixed on my face, though I did not look at her face directly.
After two minutes the peon had left, she made the first move. “Sir, if you do not mind, can I call you ‘Jai’?” she asked with a smile.
With my heart pounding rapidly, I turned to look at her and said “Sure, you can. May be I am your boss, but you can feel like friends. No problem”
“Thank you very much, Jai” she said. I smiled to hear her calling me Jai now.
I returned my eyes to the paper in my right hand again. In fact, I was giving her time to continue with what she did. When she was sure I was looking on the paper, she began to rub her back again on the backrest of the chair. The alarm in my brain began to ring. If she had really felt some itching very uncomfortable, then she should have gone out and itch her back properly. I was sure she was up to something.
The peon entered and placed one glass of cold-drink each in front of me and her. Then he left.
“Have the drink, Kamini” I said, still looking on the report.
“Thank you, Jai” she said. She took the glass and started sipping the drink. I also took my glass and began drinking. While she consumed the drink, she was rubbing her back again and again.
We finished the drink and she kept both our glasses at one side of my table. I knew she was to start her second move. And it came within ten seconds.
‘Phuuttttt..’ I heard a small sound as if of a knuckle snapped. I was alarmed to look at her startled face.
“What was that sound, Kamini? Was there something wrong with your chair?” I asked anxiously.
“Oh shit!” she exclaimed twisting her body left and right.
“What happened, Kamini?” I repeated my query.
She did not reply but smiled at me. I found her taking both her hands towards her back through either side of the body. I watched while she struggled doing something.
“Could you tell me what was wrong with you? Was there something I can help” I probed with anxiety mixed with curiosity.
“Hahahahaha..” she laughed and said “How could you help me dear? I am afraid the hook of my bras had broken or came off its staple”
I felt the hairs on my nape bristling violently. It meant danger. I knew instantly she was acting with expertise. I knew too she had rubbed her back on the backrest of the chair purposely to release the hook of the bras. She might have already loosened the hook before entering my room so that it opened or snapped while she rubbed it on the chair. She was coning me.
She was still struggling to reach the hook and staple of the bras thrusting her bosom forward while I did something stealthily she could not notice.
Whatever I had done, but her bosom thrust forward was making a sort of dizziness in my head. It appeared she offered her marvelous breasts to me on a golden platter. By the way she thrust it in order her hands to reach her back, she had to place her breasts on the edge of the table in front of her. I could clearly see the fair flesh of the upper halves of the boobs. They seemed to challenge if not threaten me. They seemed to yell at me if I was capable to satisfy by squeezing and sucking them!
“Ufffffff…My hands were not able to reach the hook. It was my mistake. This cups-size of bras had become smaller to me. It was time I had purchased and used bras of at least two inches more in size” she said as if talking to herself.
I needed to be very careful about what I said or did now. She was talking suggestively. No woman would ever talk to a man she had not known longer, about her bras-cups being smaller and she needed bigger size bras! She was sending out clear signals of her intentions to be immoral by being informal through her casual talk.
“Kamini, if the hook of your bras had really come off as you had just said, why don’t you go to the toilet and put the hook back in place?” I asked carefully selecting my words.
She gave me a meaningful ogle and smile and said “Jai, why don’t you use your brain? If I go out, my bosom would suddenly give out a different look with my assets not having the support of bras any more. Ramu could easily notice it as he must have seen me entering your office with straight projections. Could you blame him if he got wrong ideas? If at all I could avoid his look, what would he guess if I rushed to the toilet straight from your office? Would you like him to cook up a story?”
I knew she was trying to be smart and intelligent.
“Okay, then I shall go out” I suggested.
“That did not make any sense either” she said coyly.
I knew what I suggested had made all senses. But she was creating the situation she wanted. She was trying to hook me, alright. There was no point in arguing with her.
“Okay, then I shall sit with my back turned to you. You can do whatever you like to fix your dress. I shall turn to face you only when you told me to. Okay?” I said.
“Jai darling, why are you trying to be a saint? Can’t you help a lady in distress? Why can’t you come around and fix it by yourself for me? Did I need to tell you this?” she said with a suggestive grin. I knew she dangled the bait right under my nose now.
I could expect a new lady assistant to be cosy with her boss. But I could never imagine she could feel comfortable enough to ask him to fix her bras!
I noted her calling me ‘Jai darling’ now. I took the paper still in my right hand and went around at the back of her chair. I placed the paper in front of her and said “Tell me, how I can help you?”
She bent a little forward in the chair and said “Slide your hands into my blouse. Get the hook and staple and fix them”
Though she asked me unhesitatingly but my hands began to tremble a little on the mere thought of inserting them into her blouse. I extended my hands the way I was going to touch a live bomb which could detonate any moment. The feeling of the soft touch of her body sent a shiver down my spine. But I could not succeed in getting my palms inside, as her blouse was very tight stuck to her back like a second skin. I said to her so.
“Jai, this is going to be an awkward if not tricky situation for you and me. I needed to unhook and open the blouse so that you can do it” she said with a smile looking over her left shoulder at my face.
My Goodness! This lady sure knew how to trap a man. She must be a very clever manipulator. How cunningly she had contrived a plan to hoodwink me to walk into her trap. We had not known each other much for long, yet she successfully arranged this situation for me to fix her bras while she kept her blouse open, that too in my office!
Standing just behind her chair, I watched her opening the hooks of her blouse, one by one. When the last hook was opened, the blouse spread opened sideways her body. In spite of my being cautious, yet a whistle came out of my pointed lips. I was mesmerized, if not stood paralysed, transfixed to the floor, watching the two big globes on her chest thrusting out but still covered under the cups of the bras that hung loosely on her shoulders now. I saw her breasts jiggled a little when liberated from the tight press behind the blouse. After a little swaying, the tits remained still. Looking from above her head, I knew it was one of the most exciting situations when a lady appeared more beautiful, sexy and desiring in semi-nude than fully naked. I was afraid my utmost control to check my growing temptations to spring at her and grab her body might break at any moment. I was feeling a sort of dizziness as I became aware I was going mad.
She once again looked up at my face and said in a lewd way “Hmmm…so you were enjoying yourself with the beautiful sight, aren’t you darling? Okay, I don’t blame you. Every man used the best opportunity he got. But tell me, how do you rate my assets? I mean, compared to that of your wife or of the lady whose long hair you carried to the office?
Being a man, I felt a little shy but as a lady she had left nothing for imagination. I wondered how she could talk in explicit language!
“The best pair I had ever seen in my life so far” I was speaking the real truth only.
“Oh, that means you had seen plenty. Right?” she quipped.
“I had not meant anything of that sort. But I was only being honest in answering to your query” I said smilingly.
“Are you going to admire them all through the evening and night?” she said and went on “Fix my bras, darling”. Though she sounded to make it quick, but she seemed in no hurry either.
All the same, she had told the real truth as far as I was concerned. I could have spent days and nights without food looking at and admiring those great boobs.
I bent forward again and slipped my hands at her back easily into her blouse now. Both my hands got catch of the hook and the staple. As I was going to stretch the elastic band to hook them in place, she did the naughtiest if not the most wicked thing.
She brought her hands through her sides to her back and caught my hands. Then, she pulled my hands to her front and placed them on her boobs below the bras cups.
“Haaahhhhh…” she released a moan when she held my palms tightly pressed to her boobs.
It was at this moment I lost my mental equilibrium and all control on myself. I felt the world existed with me and her only. I felt the whole world was spinning around us.
I tossed her bra cups and covered her boobs with my palms. Then I gave a massive squeeze of both the melons. It was difficult for me to imagine I was cupping her nude breasts with my hands. True, I never pretended to be a saint. I might have fantasized about her. But I could never dream a part of my fantasy would come really true and so soon.
“Aaaahhhhhhh….” She moaned ecstatically and said “Darling, I think you will spray my milk”
I had really gone crazy as I continued to squeeze her boobs heavily like a truck driver squeezed the rubber balloon horn. I knew my palms were not big enough to accommodate her globes as their flesh spilled through between my fingers. Often I caught her big nipples and pulled them together like two elastic buds to pluck them out of the tits. Rubbing my palms caressing the boobs was shooting my blood pressure skyrocketed.
“Haaiiiiiiiiiiiii…Jai darling, I am becoming hot and horny” she said in between her erotic moans “I am afraid I am wet down there”
I said nothing deliberately but continued to squeeze her ripe tits. She rotated her head hitting on the backrest of the chair in erotic frenzy.
My condition was not different. She was so sensuous and the squeezing sensational that if I continued what I did for about a minute, I would have ejaculated wetting my innerwear.
After half a minute, she raised both her hands and circled them around my neck. Then she pulled my head bringing my mouth close to hers. She gave a sudden jerk to my neck ramming my lips hard on her mouth in a crushing kiss lasting ten seconds. Later, she took my lower lip into her mouth and sucked it hard the way a calf milked on the udder of the mother cow. My hands continued to squeeze her boobs while she sucked my lip. Once she pulled my lip so hard I had to move my head to lessen the pain.
I released my right hand from her boob and pulled her sari and petticoat up together. The marvelous sight of her nude fleshy legs and thunder thighs sent thousands of volts of current through my body. I inserted my hand between her voluptuous thighs reaching her love triangle. My hand met no obstruction of panties. I gave a massive squeeze to her cunt. Surprisingly I felt her pussy cold and dry. I could imagine she had a large cunt with thick pussy lips. I ran my hand rubbing her pussy up and down repeatedly while my left hand squeezed her left tit.
Once I withdrew my hand from her cunt and smelt it. ‘Aaahhhh….’ I allowed the sweet aroma of her cunt to be carried to every cell of my body through my breath and blood. Then my hand went again to her cunt. In fact, I was about to shoot my fingers into her tunnel of love.
[ Continued in Part 2 ]