I was a dashing young executive in my early thirties, rising rapidly in the company. I had been married for about 4 years. My wife was bright, beautiful and sexy, and we had two gorgeous little kids. I was totally immersed in my career and my family. Dalliance with another female was the last thing on my mind.
SC ( Sunitha Chandrasekar ) had just joined as an office assistant soon after marriage. Her husband worked in a large factory. She had grown up in a small town in a remote district of the southern state of Karnataka. She had done some training in typing & stenography before marriage (there were no personal computers in existence those days) responded to a job ad for a lark and was surprised when she got a job in our prestigious company.
She was of medium height, healthily plump and had a well-scrubbed, glowing, unblemished deep brown complexion. She had regular features, a nice nose and deep dimples when she smiled. She was always conservatively dressed (long hair oiled, braided and worn in a tight bun, saris with large, bright floral prints, conservatively cut three quarter sleeved blouses with sari pallu neatly pinned at the shoulder).
She wore big glasses that made her look older than her age. She wore hardly any makeup other than a bindi on her forehead. She liked to wear ornaments (mangalsutra**, lots of glass bangles interspersed with a few gold kangans on her forearms, big earrings and a nose stud). In other words, she dressed like a typical, conservative middle-class Kannadiga lady.
One day, my boss gave me an important assignment – I had to prepare a presentation about our department that our boss had to make to the company’s board of directors. SC was assigned to work with me, to provide secretarial support. I spared no efforts to do a really good job of the assignment.
As I worked my way through the special assignment there were several occasions when I found grammatical and spelling errors in SC’s English and a less than acceptable level of neatness and presentability in her typing. So, very often there was no other way but to carefully retype entire pages on account of a few careless mistakes. This naturally led to delays and frazzled nerves.
Finally, one day I decided to take the bull by the horns. I called SC to my cabin and ticked her off, politely and without raising my voice. I concluded my pep talk by appealing to her pride, pointing out how awful it would be if I were to ask the boss for another person in her place and expressing my confidence that she had it in her to do the job if she really put her heart into it.
After trying to argue a bit, she lapsed into silence, listening to me impassively, her eyes downcast. There was a long silence after I finished. Then she took a deep breath, looked up and whispered that she would not give me any cause for complaint from then on. Anyway, after that there was a dramatic improvement in her attitude as well as the quality of her work. Soon, the tension between us evaporated and the assignment was back on track.
I often worked late on that assignment, after attending to my normal work. Sometimes, although I did not want to inconvenience her, I had no option but to ask SC to stay late too. Like other junior employees, she was normally reluctant to stay late. Moreover, she had also come to realize The importance of the assignment. So, she would agree to stay back without cribbing whenever I asked. To save her some time and hassles, I would drop her off close to her residence in my car whenever we worked late, since I anyway drove past it on my way home.
As we worked together, we became friendly and started to share tidbits about our families, hometowns, college days etc. I also became aware that her eyes were rather extraordinary. There was a deep, sensual, smoldering look in her eyes that hinted at hot fires burning inside her. Those hot, mesmerizing eyes sent out quite a tantalizing signal, in complete contrast to the rest of her demeanor.
All of a sudden it struck me that under all the careful camouflage she was in fact one hell of a sexy woman. I am not wanting to take ‘advantage’ of a junior colleague. After all I was an executive and she was an office assistant!
I succeeded in finishing the assignment in time and my boss was very pleased since the presentation to the board of directors went off very well. The assignment finished, SC and I went back to our normal work and our interactions in the office once again were reduced to nods and smiles as we occasionally passed each other. However, every once in a while, she would ask me to give her a lift in my car in the evening, continuing the practice we had started when we were working on the special assignment.
In the car, she would chatter about herself, her hubby, kid (she had a small child at that time), her hobbies, movies & so on. She took a lot of interest in my family & me, digging information out of me in spite of my taciturn nature. In due course, it became a regular habit for me to give her a lift in the evenings – at least 3 or 4 times a week. She started to really look forward to the time she was able to spend in my company in the car on our way home.
Then, one day I got my big break. It was announced that I had been transferred to a city in northern India on a promotion. I had to leave in a few weeks. I was happy and excited. My wife was very happy too – she was the first person to get the good news from me. She was also pleased that we would be moving closer to our hometown.
I was in my cabin late in the evening, fielding congratulatory phone calls. I had completely forgotten that I had promised to give SC a lift that day. There was a hesitant knock and she walked into my cabin. She looked nervous. I apologized for making her wait and asked her to sit down. She however gave me a strained smile and extended her hand. I stood up and shook her hand as she congratulated me.
She clutched my hand tightly with both of hers and continued to babble congratulatory inanities for a while until she suddenly burst into tears! I was completely taken aback. Fortunately, there was no one else in the office to observe her emotional outburst. I made her sit down and offered her a glass of water, which she refused. I waited till her sobs subsided and she dried her tears & composed herself.
What’s the matter, SC?” I asked her. “Is there anything wrong?”She fidgeted for a while, staring at her hands resting in her lap. She seemed to be struggling with herself. She then appeared to make up her mind. Looking up straight at me she whispered,
“I’m going to miss you… I have become so used to working with you… I have learnt so many things from you… I so much enjoy your company when I am with you in the car… And now you will soon be gone!” She said, suppressing another sob.
Although she never put it in words, it was obvious that she was infatuated with me. I was floored! While I had noticed her interest in me earlier, I did not think her emotions for me ran so deep. In any case I never expected her to have enough courage to come right out and express her feelings so openly. I didn’t quite know how to handle the situation.
“Well, I’m sure all of you will get used to working without me. After all, nobody is indispensable.” I told her rather unconvincingly, deliberately ignoring her expression of emotions, as I drove her home. Just as she was about to get off, she begged me,
“Will you please try to give me as much time as possible in the next few weeks before you leave? It will really help me a lot to get adjusted to your absence.” “Well, let’s see.” I responded noncommittally as she got off.
Next day in office So I called her over the intercom and asked her to meet me at the coffee shop of a large hotel at 7 PM. I explained that I would be coming there directly after a meeting in a customer’s office and hence she would have to come there by herself. I had become suddenly conscious of how it might appear to other colleagues if SC & I were to drive to a hotel together.
She had already been waiting at the coffee shop for some time when I reached there. After ordering coffee and some snacks, I came straight to the point. I explained frankly that I felt attracted to her. Considering that both of us were already married, I did not see a future for our relationship. Hence it would be best for her as well as for me for us not to meet anymore. I chose my words carefully and took my time to get my message across.
Her deep, hot, mesmerizing eyes kept gazing at me intently while I talked. She fidgeted with the cutlery on the table. Her breathing was shallow and fast. Every once in a while, her tongue darted out and ran over her lips. Her face was flushed. In other words, she showed every sign of being sexually aroused. I started getting a hard-on even as I spoke.
When she started to speak, her voice was husky with emotion. But the words that came out completely contradicted the message sent out by her body language. She denied any romantic angle to her feelings towards me, stressing that she merely looked at me as a senior colleague whom she looked up to and respected.
“You are almost like my elder brother.” She said, unintentionally stressing on “almost”. She declared how happy she felt, sitting there with me and again begged me to spare some time for her every once in a while, “Just like today, please?” so that she could get used to life without me. I did not have the heart to refuse. Besides, I was now getting strongly aroused by her. I made up My mind to try to seduce her and give her what she was begging for. So started a long series of meetings (“dates” as she called them) in restaurants and coffee shops after office hours in the weeks before my departure to my new posting in another city and also months thereafter, whenever I visited the company headquarters in Mumbai every fortnight or so.
In fact the meetings became more regular after my transfer, since I stayed at the company guesthouse on my visits to Mumbai and hence did not have to give explanations to my wife for coming home late. We of course took great care not to arrive or leave together so as not to arouse any suspicions (although nothing suspicious actually happened in those meetings).
“In fact, I once decided to tie a Rakhi*** on your wrist on Raksha Bandhan day, but then decided not to do it.” She said, looking at me through her eyelashes.
“Why didn’t you do it then?” I asked.
“Well, I only said you are like my brother, but you are not actually my brother. I don’t want you to be my brother!” She responded.
“What do you want me to be then?” I asked, feeling far from brotherly.
“Ohh… Just a friend.” She said coquettishly.
“Is that all?” I asked.
“Well… a very, very good friend…” She answered, blushing.
“Don’t you know very well I don’t look upon you as my sister? Maybe you can be my girlfriend and maybe something more.” I told her. She blushed again and didn’t reply.
It was a Saturday afternoon; the offices had closed at mid-day and SC and I were sitting in the coffee shop of a large hotel (our office used to work six and a half days a week). The time was rather unusual since we mostly met in the evenings on weekdays.
On an impulse I excused myself, went to the hotel reception and asked for a room. I was lucky; a room was available, perhaps because it was a weekend. I pocketed the key and walked back to the coffee shop.
“Look SC, enough is enough. I will go crazy if we go on like this. I have booked a room here and I’m going up now. If you want us to keep meeting, come to my room.” I turned and started to walk away. Then I stopped and returned; I had forgotten something.
“Oh, and do pay the coffee shop check before you leave, if you don’t mind.” I said, putting money to cover the check and a card with my room number written on it on the table. Her face blanched and she didn’t utter a word. I walked out, without looking back. I went up to my room and waited for her, keeping the door ajar.
After maybe fifteen minutes, there was a timid knock, the door was pushed open and SC stood at the entrance uncertainly. She was out of breath and looked nervous. Her face glowed and there were dark wet circles of sweat under her arms.
“Come in and lock the door, will you?” I said brusquely, and she did as told. She opened her mouth and was about to speak but I surprised her by quickly walking to her and gripping her shoulders. Her purse and bag that hung on her shoulders fell off.
I pulled off her glasses and continued to caress her closed eyelids.
“No, no… please!” She whispered, struggling unsuccessfully to move away from my caressing hand. I moved my thumb over her slack, half open lips, silencing her. She lightly nipped my thumb as it slipped between her teeth. My hand moved lower down, caressing the side of her neck. Then I slowly and deliberately moved my palm across her breasts, maintaining a light but firm contact.
“I am going to take my pleasure today, and you are going to love it!” I said, continuing to stroke her breasts with one hand while lightly holding her by her neck with the other. “No… no…” she continued to whisper, her eyes closed, but her arms stayed at her sides and she did not resist. I caught her by her hair, turned her face up and pulled her towards me.
“Open your eyes and look at me!” I commanded. As she gazed into my eyes, I cupped a breast with one hand, then lowered my head and ran my tongue over her full lips. A very fine, sparse, almost transparent down grew above her upper lip. It felt furry and tasted salty as I licked it. I covered her lips with mine and sucked them in.
I continued to play with her lips using my lips and tongue, teasing them apart. After half-hearted initial attempts to resist me, she stopped struggling. Then, gradually she started to kiss me back. Her tongue darted out and started playing with mine. All the while, I continued to cup her breasts in my hand, one after the other. Then, suddenly she pushed me back and drew her pallu tight around her shoulders.
“No no! This is a sin. We must not do this!” She exclaimed. But she was already so aroused and panting; I was sure she was too far-gone to back out.”I’ve just started. Just you wait and see what I’ll do with you next!” I said, smiling evilly. I then went to the bathroom and stripped off all clothes except for my shorts. I had deliberately given her a chance to make her escape, in case she really did not want to get seduced.
As I expected, she was still in the room when I returned, standing where I had left her. Well, this was signal enough for me that she was dying to get fucked, notwithstanding her protestations to the contrary. Her eyes were downcast and she was sobbing as I reached out to her. She started to duck to evade my hands, but I would have none of it. I pulled her roughly forward. She lost her balance and crashed into me.
She started to beat her fists on my chest. I easily overpowered her and held her by her hands, forcing them back slowly, until I was able to hold both her hands with one of mine, behind her back. This thrust her heaving breasts forward within my easy grasp, still primly covered by her conservative blouse and the pallu of her sari. In truth, she could have easily twisted out of my grasp if she had wanted to, but she just stood there panting, her eyes like those of a frightened doe, waiting for my next move.
I roughly pulled her pallu off. The safety pin holding it in place flew off along with a small piece of her blouse where the pin had been fastened. My hands roamed all over her face and torso, caressing her shoulders, arms, breasts, stomach, neck, chin, lips, forehead and hair at a slow, unhurried pace, taking pleasure at the touch of her soft, warm, unblemished skin and further arousing our passions. Her eyelids grew heavy and she started to moan softly under her breath. I opened her blouse & eased it off her shoulders as she adjusted her arms to help me take it off. I turned her around, bent to unhook her bra and then slid it off her torso.
As I turned her around to face me again, her breasts came into view. I can honestly say that they were one of the prettiest pair of breasts I have ever seen. They were a bit on the small side, firm and pear shaped. They rode high on her chest, with just a hint of sag. Like the rest of her skin, they were unblemished, in a glowing brown color, slightly lighter than her face since they had not been exposed to the sun.
The nipples and aureole were a deep shade of purplish brown, almost black and shone like polished ebony. The nipples were about half an inch long. They grew erect and the aureole puckered before my eyes, as the cold air hit them and she became more aroused. Her breasts filled my hands as I held them and started to fondle and squeeze them rhythmically. I teased her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and they grew even more erect and a bit sticky to the touch.
Her eyes were half closed and she was breathing erratically as I bent and suckled on her breasts one by one. I took her hand in mine and guided it to my throbbing cock. She rested her hand on my cock over my shorts without moving it. I prompted her by rubbing my cock against her hand and she responded with quick, clumsy caresses. I raised her arms and put them around my neck. I then embraced her tightly and ground my hips against her.
Her firm breasts flattened against my chest. She held still for a while and then responded with a hesitant movement of her own hips. I lowered my face and our lips met in a long, deep, open-mouthed kiss. I released her from my embrace, guided her to the bed and lay her down on her back. Although her upper torso was naked, she still had her sari, petticoat and panties on. She crossed her arms over her breasts and lay with her eyes closed. I reached for the hem of her sari and slowly pulled it up to her knees.
I caressed her legs, starting at the ankles and moving up slowly, till I reached the knees. She kept squirming and moaning softly, obviously enjoying my caresses. However, the moment my hand crept above the knee, her body stiffened, her eyes opened wide and she clamped her knees together.
“No, no, no… please no!” She exclaimed, her voice panicky. But I was not about to give up my prize.
“Yes, yes, yes you bitch! I am going to fuck you and you are going to love it!
She looked incredibly sexy. I once again caressed her upper body, paying special attention to her breasts, navel and soft stomach. I leaned over her to suckle her nipples and lick her armpits. Their musky smell was incredible. I kissed and nipped her plump, rounded shoulders. My ministrations caused her to start moaning again and she started to thrash her head from side to side.
I quickly thrust my hand between her knees and before she had time to react, pushed it up to her pussy. Her panties were completely soaked. I roughly grabbed them and pulled them down to the accompaniment of a rending sound. I immediately felt the heat of her pussy on my hand. I ran my finger along her slit and thrust it into her wet pussy.
She was caught by surprise and reacted with a sharp intake of breath followed by an explosive “Aah!” I covered her mouth with my lips and started moving my finger in and out of her pussy while simultaneously plunging my tongue in her mouth. She put up a bit of a struggle against this double onslaught but soon melted into a quivering mass of jelly, offering no resistance at all.
I got up and took off my shorts. My cock sprang up and stood erect, the head wet and smeared with my juices. I hitched up her sari above her hips and pulled off her torn panties. I put a pillow under her hips, pushed her thighs apart and knelt between them. A wonderful aroma rose from her wide-open pussy. The pussy was shining wet and clear fluid was trickling out of it. I looked up and saw her trembling; there was fear in her eyes.
“Don’t hurt me, please!” she begged.
“Oh no honey. I am going to do you properly. You’ll have fun, just you see.” I assured her. I bent her legs at the knees and raised her thighs. I then pulled back my foreskin and started rubbing my cock head on her slit, wetting it with her juices. I gazed into her eyes as I plunged my cock into her hot, wet pussy in one slow, smooth, deep thrust until my pubic bone rested against hers.
“Now, you are mine!” I said as I pulled out and thrust in again a little harder. It was obvious that the pain she had been anticipating had not materialized. Her pussy walls felt smooth, tight, hot and wet against my cock.
I started stroking into her in a smooth, slow rhythm, to prolong the pleasure as much as I could. I kept changing the angle of thrust to rub against the right and then the left side of her pussy. She started wriggling her hips and thrusting back. I put my hands under her and grabbed her shoulders so that she would not slip out from under me.
My thrusting became rougher and more urgent. Her initial moans soon changed to rhythmic grunts “Hmph, hmph, hmph…” as my thrusts caused air to be expelled forcefully from her lungs. I started to pant hard and sweat profusely. My sweat trickled down and mingled with hers, Producing a slippery, sticky, wonderfully smelly cocktail. Her pussy seemed to get hotter and then suddenly it twitched to grip my cock hard as she hit a powerful orgasm. I was very close to climaxing and her orgasm triggered off mine too. I spurted semen deep into her pussy as I continued to thrust into her until my cock softened and slipped out. She held me tight in her arms as I collapsed on top of her.
After a while I awoke due to a stinging sensation in my back: there were several deep scratches where she had raked her nails during our lovemaking. I lifted myself off of her and saw that she had been crying. She looked dazed but satiated. She pulled me down again and kissed my mouth. This was the first time she had initiated a kiss. Her breath was fragrant with her musk. She held me tight and whispered in my ear, “Is this what they call an orgasm?” … To be continued in part II…mail your response to [email protected]