22-10-2021, 08:58 PM
Chapter 2
Swati reacted like a flash. Her right hand dropped the dildo, rose and hit the space bar, freezing the on-screen action. Her orgasm abruptly went from a hundred to zero in a nanosecond, way faster than a Porsche in reverse.
Only then did she look up toward the door to see who was coming in.
A large, dark man in some sort of uniform was backing into the door, pushing it open against the articulated automatic door-closer with his ass. He was lugging something heavy into the room.
It was the cleaner. Damn! How had she forgotten. The cleaners were supposed to come in after hours to take out the trash, vacuum the carpet, wax the vinyl floors, do general housekeeping, and she had completely forgotten about them. Damn, and double damn! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
She looked down and quickly took stock of the situation. She was half naked, sitting on the chair, although ‘sitting’ was probably an overstatement. Her naked ass was hanging off the seat in front, wet and gaping pussy fully exposed, and her head was resting halfway down the backrest. In her excitement, she had almost fallen off the chair.
The good news was that her entire naked lower half was hidden behind the large panel that covered the generous knee-hole of her desk. The knee-hole was flanked on both sides by built-in drawers and file cabinets. So even if he came as far as her side, she was well concealed. That is if she pulled her chair into the knee-hole as far as it would go.
She sat up gradually, anxious that a sudden movement would catch his attention, her eyes glued to the guy advancing into the room. She flipped the front of her kameez down to preserve some of her modesty. Something was better than nothing, she thought irrelevantly.
She saw what he was pulling in. It was a large black cart with cleaning supplies. She heard some sloshing and saw the bucket with dirty water in it and a mop sticking out the top. And a canister type thing with an electric cord and a hosepipe. She wasn’t sure what exactly it was, and didn’t give a shit. All she wanted was him gone.
“Hello bhaiya!”
There was no reply. The guy continued to back into the room lugging his stuff.
It was then that she noticed the earbuds sticking out from his ears. A black wire stuck out from each ear and disappeared into his the pocket of his overall. The guy was listening to music. Or something. She could hear the tinny beats from ten feet away.
“Hellooooo!” she said again, louder this time. And then one more time, louder still.
The man was now closer, with his large cart that she noticed now had a dome shaped roll-top. She also saw that what she had taken for a large man was actually closer to an average guy, all a trick of the perspective. Sitting up had made a big difference. The man nodded along to what was almost certainly the trashy Hindi film music. Probably one of those “item numbers” that played incessantly on the music stations, both on radio and TV.
Finally, the man turned, and did a double take when he saw her.
By this time Swati was getting a little frustrated, having squeezed herself into the knee-hole as much as she could, and her tits were sitting on the keyboard of her laptop. Unconfined by her bra, and the pressure of the hard surface beneath, they were bulging up and partially out from the low top of her Kameez.
She was, however, not aware of this, her heart beating wildly with the fear of discovery and possible consequences this might bring. Getting fired from her job was one thing that was uppermost in her mind. She was also getting a little angry at the clueless guy that was now looking at her, mouth agape, doubtless his tiny brain hadn’t yet processed that there was someone in the office and that he should leave forthwith.
“What are you staring at?” she said, her voice a little shriller than usual.
His mouth opened to say something, but nothing came. He gaped at her.
She could see the pimples on his face, a faint mustache, the beginnings of a beard. He probably shaved once a month if that. His dark complexion and narrow build suggested malnutrition during childhood, but lately he had put on a little meat on his bones, as suggested by the slight stretch in the middle of his shirt. How could she have thought he was large?
She was acutely aware of her clothes in a pile by her desk. She knew the hot pink dildo was there as well, somewhere, and she hoped it was under the desk, and not out in the open. Even if it was, perhaps it wasn’t obvious what it was. Then she thought of its shape and size and knew that was hopeless. And of course, the color. She couldn’t even think of looking down to make sure it was out of sight or not. Her gaze would draw his and the game would be up.
But then, the overhead lights had been dimmed as far as they would go, probably accounting for why the guy hadn't noticed someone was inside. She relaxed a bit. He probably couldn’t see much detail in the room because of the low lighting.
And then somehow, from somewhere, the idea came in her mind to tease the guy a little. Perhaps give him a little thrill, a little excitement in his mundane day of cleaning and vacuuming. It might have been the situation, the look of the guy, she didn't know what it was exactly but she decided to act on it.
The guy in the meantime had recovered enough to pull the earbuds from his ears. The faint music now came from the buds that dangled by his waist. His mouth was still agape.
Swati pushed back slightly from the desk, just enough that her boobs dropped down to a more normal position on her chest. She was acutely aware of each small movement as she moved the inch or two. The sag of her boobs on her chest as she moved back, the minuscule movement of her thighs as she pushed away from the carpeted floor, the slight relaxation of her shoulders, she was hyperaware of each of them. It was almost like she were hovering near the ceiling and watching herself play out this little drama with the poor boy from the village.
She took a breath and deliberately looked down at the pile of clothes on the floor. Almost like in a comedy movie where the actor is deliberately trying to draw attention to something. And like a magnet, his eyes followed. Time stood still.
After what seemed a full five minutes, during which time they both stared at the clothes and the hot pink dildo on the carpeted floor—yes the dildo hadn’t rolled under the deck; it was sitting in one of the D cups of her discarded bra. While the dildo might still be mistaken for something else—after all the guy seemed to be an unsophisticated kid just off the bus, so to speak, the bra wasn’t something that could be mistaken for anything other than what it was.
They looked at each other now, the boy’s face taking on an expression closer to understanding and hers a little more knowing, a little smile perched at the corner of her lips.
“What’s your name?” she said, adding a little teeth to the smile.
His mouth opened again and after a pause, he said, “Ma’am, Ramesh ma’am.”
She moved her hands and inadvertently hit the space bar. The on-screen action started up again. The blonde was still in mid orgasm and her orgasmic wail resumed. Swati hooked down and hurriedly hit the space bar again and the action stopped. This time she slammed the lid of the laptop down so the accident wouldn’t happen again.
Heart pounding, she raised her eyes to the guy…Ramesh, to see if he had understood anything. She also realized that her actions had moved her away from the desk a few more inches, and from his vantage, he could probably see some of her naked thighs. Fuck!
But she decided to brazen it out anyway. She had no idea what, if anything he had understood. For all she knew, he might have decided she was changing her pad or some such thing. Yeah, right, you need to take off your bra as well to change pads, her inner voice said.
“Ramesh,” she said, as sweetly as she could. It was a huge contrast after her initial few words when she had been scared, shocked, and even a little outraged. “Can you come back in a few minutes? I’m almost done with my work here.”
Ramesh nodded vigorously and wordlessly and backed out. The office door clicked shut and Swati breathed out a sigh of relief.
She felt a cold wetness under her buttocks. She had been on the verge of orgasm when the guy had entered, but it had been, in a manner of speaking, aborted at the very last nanosecond. Also, she didn’t usually discharge so much fluid when she did come, even during her solo masturbatory fantasies. It was helpful to keep everything nice and tidy. Have quick orgasm, wipe once with a tissue and pull up her panties and she was done.
Usually.
This looked like a three, maybe four tissue job. How? What?
The urge was now gone. She exited her browser, unhooked the computer from power and got dressed again.
This time she took off her kameez and for a few moments was stark naked in her office. The deliciousness of the danger made her skin prickle as she wondered if Ramesh might come back and catch her fully naked.
She put on her bra, panties and finished dressing. Picked up her bag with the laptop stowed inside and left the office.
Swati reacted like a flash. Her right hand dropped the dildo, rose and hit the space bar, freezing the on-screen action. Her orgasm abruptly went from a hundred to zero in a nanosecond, way faster than a Porsche in reverse.
Only then did she look up toward the door to see who was coming in.
A large, dark man in some sort of uniform was backing into the door, pushing it open against the articulated automatic door-closer with his ass. He was lugging something heavy into the room.
It was the cleaner. Damn! How had she forgotten. The cleaners were supposed to come in after hours to take out the trash, vacuum the carpet, wax the vinyl floors, do general housekeeping, and she had completely forgotten about them. Damn, and double damn! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
She looked down and quickly took stock of the situation. She was half naked, sitting on the chair, although ‘sitting’ was probably an overstatement. Her naked ass was hanging off the seat in front, wet and gaping pussy fully exposed, and her head was resting halfway down the backrest. In her excitement, she had almost fallen off the chair.
The good news was that her entire naked lower half was hidden behind the large panel that covered the generous knee-hole of her desk. The knee-hole was flanked on both sides by built-in drawers and file cabinets. So even if he came as far as her side, she was well concealed. That is if she pulled her chair into the knee-hole as far as it would go.
She sat up gradually, anxious that a sudden movement would catch his attention, her eyes glued to the guy advancing into the room. She flipped the front of her kameez down to preserve some of her modesty. Something was better than nothing, she thought irrelevantly.
She saw what he was pulling in. It was a large black cart with cleaning supplies. She heard some sloshing and saw the bucket with dirty water in it and a mop sticking out the top. And a canister type thing with an electric cord and a hosepipe. She wasn’t sure what exactly it was, and didn’t give a shit. All she wanted was him gone.
“Hello bhaiya!”
There was no reply. The guy continued to back into the room lugging his stuff.
It was then that she noticed the earbuds sticking out from his ears. A black wire stuck out from each ear and disappeared into his the pocket of his overall. The guy was listening to music. Or something. She could hear the tinny beats from ten feet away.
“Hellooooo!” she said again, louder this time. And then one more time, louder still.
The man was now closer, with his large cart that she noticed now had a dome shaped roll-top. She also saw that what she had taken for a large man was actually closer to an average guy, all a trick of the perspective. Sitting up had made a big difference. The man nodded along to what was almost certainly the trashy Hindi film music. Probably one of those “item numbers” that played incessantly on the music stations, both on radio and TV.
Finally, the man turned, and did a double take when he saw her.
By this time Swati was getting a little frustrated, having squeezed herself into the knee-hole as much as she could, and her tits were sitting on the keyboard of her laptop. Unconfined by her bra, and the pressure of the hard surface beneath, they were bulging up and partially out from the low top of her Kameez.
She was, however, not aware of this, her heart beating wildly with the fear of discovery and possible consequences this might bring. Getting fired from her job was one thing that was uppermost in her mind. She was also getting a little angry at the clueless guy that was now looking at her, mouth agape, doubtless his tiny brain hadn’t yet processed that there was someone in the office and that he should leave forthwith.
“What are you staring at?” she said, her voice a little shriller than usual.
His mouth opened to say something, but nothing came. He gaped at her.
She could see the pimples on his face, a faint mustache, the beginnings of a beard. He probably shaved once a month if that. His dark complexion and narrow build suggested malnutrition during childhood, but lately he had put on a little meat on his bones, as suggested by the slight stretch in the middle of his shirt. How could she have thought he was large?
She was acutely aware of her clothes in a pile by her desk. She knew the hot pink dildo was there as well, somewhere, and she hoped it was under the desk, and not out in the open. Even if it was, perhaps it wasn’t obvious what it was. Then she thought of its shape and size and knew that was hopeless. And of course, the color. She couldn’t even think of looking down to make sure it was out of sight or not. Her gaze would draw his and the game would be up.
But then, the overhead lights had been dimmed as far as they would go, probably accounting for why the guy hadn't noticed someone was inside. She relaxed a bit. He probably couldn’t see much detail in the room because of the low lighting.
And then somehow, from somewhere, the idea came in her mind to tease the guy a little. Perhaps give him a little thrill, a little excitement in his mundane day of cleaning and vacuuming. It might have been the situation, the look of the guy, she didn't know what it was exactly but she decided to act on it.
The guy in the meantime had recovered enough to pull the earbuds from his ears. The faint music now came from the buds that dangled by his waist. His mouth was still agape.
Swati pushed back slightly from the desk, just enough that her boobs dropped down to a more normal position on her chest. She was acutely aware of each small movement as she moved the inch or two. The sag of her boobs on her chest as she moved back, the minuscule movement of her thighs as she pushed away from the carpeted floor, the slight relaxation of her shoulders, she was hyperaware of each of them. It was almost like she were hovering near the ceiling and watching herself play out this little drama with the poor boy from the village.
She took a breath and deliberately looked down at the pile of clothes on the floor. Almost like in a comedy movie where the actor is deliberately trying to draw attention to something. And like a magnet, his eyes followed. Time stood still.
After what seemed a full five minutes, during which time they both stared at the clothes and the hot pink dildo on the carpeted floor—yes the dildo hadn’t rolled under the deck; it was sitting in one of the D cups of her discarded bra. While the dildo might still be mistaken for something else—after all the guy seemed to be an unsophisticated kid just off the bus, so to speak, the bra wasn’t something that could be mistaken for anything other than what it was.
They looked at each other now, the boy’s face taking on an expression closer to understanding and hers a little more knowing, a little smile perched at the corner of her lips.
“What’s your name?” she said, adding a little teeth to the smile.
His mouth opened again and after a pause, he said, “Ma’am, Ramesh ma’am.”
She moved her hands and inadvertently hit the space bar. The on-screen action started up again. The blonde was still in mid orgasm and her orgasmic wail resumed. Swati hooked down and hurriedly hit the space bar again and the action stopped. This time she slammed the lid of the laptop down so the accident wouldn’t happen again.
Heart pounding, she raised her eyes to the guy…Ramesh, to see if he had understood anything. She also realized that her actions had moved her away from the desk a few more inches, and from his vantage, he could probably see some of her naked thighs. Fuck!
But she decided to brazen it out anyway. She had no idea what, if anything he had understood. For all she knew, he might have decided she was changing her pad or some such thing. Yeah, right, you need to take off your bra as well to change pads, her inner voice said.
“Ramesh,” she said, as sweetly as she could. It was a huge contrast after her initial few words when she had been scared, shocked, and even a little outraged. “Can you come back in a few minutes? I’m almost done with my work here.”
Ramesh nodded vigorously and wordlessly and backed out. The office door clicked shut and Swati breathed out a sigh of relief.
She felt a cold wetness under her buttocks. She had been on the verge of orgasm when the guy had entered, but it had been, in a manner of speaking, aborted at the very last nanosecond. Also, she didn’t usually discharge so much fluid when she did come, even during her solo masturbatory fantasies. It was helpful to keep everything nice and tidy. Have quick orgasm, wipe once with a tissue and pull up her panties and she was done.
Usually.
This looked like a three, maybe four tissue job. How? What?
The urge was now gone. She exited her browser, unhooked the computer from power and got dressed again.
This time she took off her kameez and for a few moments was stark naked in her office. The deliciousness of the danger made her skin prickle as she wondered if Ramesh might come back and catch her fully naked.
She put on her bra, panties and finished dressing. Picked up her bag with the laptop stowed inside and left the office.
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