01-11-2021, 07:34 AM
On the next occasion, which was also the very next day, just like she had flirtatiously called over her shoulder as she was leaving, she upped the stakes a little bit. Perhaps quite a bit.
She might not have been aware consciously that this was a slippery slope but somewhere in the back of her mind she must’ve known. But in life, there are no do-overs, no undo button, and things are what they are. We must make the best of what we have, and what we can.
A few things changed this time. For one, Ramesh came without his cleaning cart or his chaprasi uniform. He just had his ID card around his neck like any other company employee.
This time, she did everything that she did the last time, but when the crucial moment came, when she had to try and wear the bra, she debated about her options.
This lack of planning ahead was key to enjoyment. It was the very definition of the thrill. The frisson of excitement. The very core of the reason why her nipples hardened and cut the air, and her pussy leaked like a broken tap. And not to forget the elevator ride her stomach took every time this happened.
She needed to go with the flow and not plan ahead. So she wondered if it was possible to wear the bra without taking the top off, but even though the top was. Loose-fitting one today, the calisthenics it would involve couldn’t be exactly called sexy.
Swati turned to Ramesh and met his eyes. She saw anticipation there.
She had the sense that since she had been escalating the tension, the exhibitionism each time, Ramesh too was expecting more than just a repeat performance. She though she saw a question in his eyes, will you do it? Will you take off your top?
The questions could have progressed from there. Will you show me your tits? Can I touch them? Squeeze them? How about the lower half…and so on. Couldn’t think about all that. Lack was planning was the core of this whole thing. She focused on the present. Reached a decision.
She nodded slightly, having made up her mind. Even though he hadn’t actually asked a question. So far, he had been completely silent as an audience of one. He came, he saw, he left. Not the most interactive of audiences, but that would change.
She turned her back to him and slowly pulled her top off. She heard him suck in his breath through his teeth. A loud, and audible sound in the still office. This was a tableau without a soundtrack, at least not much of one.
She wondered if she had the guts to turn and give him a full frontal. She hesitated, then plucked the transparent chunni off the back of the chair that stood right next to her, and dbangd it decorously over her shoulders, covering her magnificent breasts. The chunni, pale pink and see-through, covered everything, and nothing.
She turned, topless except for the chunni, but fully clothed below the waist, and stood still for a second. A few seconds, perhaps a full minute.
She thought his eyes might bug out. His hands seemed to make some motion as though to lunge at her or maybe squeeze her boobs, but Ramesh controlled himself. At least he made no moves.
Slowly, with infinite care, and under the cover of the flimsy garment, she put on her bra. The material snagged on the erect nipples and she adjusted them.
She made a production of settling each breast in the cup, jiggled it until it was just so, then the other breast. She did up the straps in the back, pushing her boobs out at him.
Then she took the chunni off and put on her kameez, and smoothed it down the front and over her ass.
End of show.
She might not have been aware consciously that this was a slippery slope but somewhere in the back of her mind she must’ve known. But in life, there are no do-overs, no undo button, and things are what they are. We must make the best of what we have, and what we can.
A few things changed this time. For one, Ramesh came without his cleaning cart or his chaprasi uniform. He just had his ID card around his neck like any other company employee.
This time, she did everything that she did the last time, but when the crucial moment came, when she had to try and wear the bra, she debated about her options.
This lack of planning ahead was key to enjoyment. It was the very definition of the thrill. The frisson of excitement. The very core of the reason why her nipples hardened and cut the air, and her pussy leaked like a broken tap. And not to forget the elevator ride her stomach took every time this happened.
She needed to go with the flow and not plan ahead. So she wondered if it was possible to wear the bra without taking the top off, but even though the top was. Loose-fitting one today, the calisthenics it would involve couldn’t be exactly called sexy.
Swati turned to Ramesh and met his eyes. She saw anticipation there.
She had the sense that since she had been escalating the tension, the exhibitionism each time, Ramesh too was expecting more than just a repeat performance. She though she saw a question in his eyes, will you do it? Will you take off your top?
The questions could have progressed from there. Will you show me your tits? Can I touch them? Squeeze them? How about the lower half…and so on. Couldn’t think about all that. Lack was planning was the core of this whole thing. She focused on the present. Reached a decision.
She nodded slightly, having made up her mind. Even though he hadn’t actually asked a question. So far, he had been completely silent as an audience of one. He came, he saw, he left. Not the most interactive of audiences, but that would change.
She turned her back to him and slowly pulled her top off. She heard him suck in his breath through his teeth. A loud, and audible sound in the still office. This was a tableau without a soundtrack, at least not much of one.
She wondered if she had the guts to turn and give him a full frontal. She hesitated, then plucked the transparent chunni off the back of the chair that stood right next to her, and dbangd it decorously over her shoulders, covering her magnificent breasts. The chunni, pale pink and see-through, covered everything, and nothing.
She turned, topless except for the chunni, but fully clothed below the waist, and stood still for a second. A few seconds, perhaps a full minute.
She thought his eyes might bug out. His hands seemed to make some motion as though to lunge at her or maybe squeeze her boobs, but Ramesh controlled himself. At least he made no moves.
Slowly, with infinite care, and under the cover of the flimsy garment, she put on her bra. The material snagged on the erect nipples and she adjusted them.
She made a production of settling each breast in the cup, jiggled it until it was just so, then the other breast. She did up the straps in the back, pushing her boobs out at him.
Then she took the chunni off and put on her kameez, and smoothed it down the front and over her ass.
End of show.
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