Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

The next week, after Swati returned, Ramesh made another request. Could she walk from her office to the conference room topless?


Ramesh had started making more requests now. Each time, it was something small, incremental, like an off year iPhone update. But taken together, it was hard to believe that she had made some significant steps, progressions actually, from the day she had, on a whim, literally drawn him a map by looking pointedly at her discarded clothes on the floor next to her chair. 

And each time Ramesh made a tiny request, it seemed reasonable, but still it gave her a little jolt like a shot of Red Bull mixed with a shot of vodka. A sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach and a quick lurch of her heart. She would give herself a heart attack one day, she thought, just from that feeling. 

And she was becoming a junkie for that feeling. Kind of like people who loved roller coasters.
 
After some thought, Swati decided she could walk that walk. And did. The thrill of it almost made her swoon. Things progressed slowly after that. 

After the topless catwalk, during which she lost her footing on her high heels, partly because she wasn’t used to walking like that, and partly because she came hard in the middle of her walk, Ramesh asked for more.

Soon, she was walking topless and bottomless but with her panties on to the conference room. Then, she left her clothes in her office and walked to the conference room, clad only in panties, her high heels and her mangalsutra. 

The next step was inevitable. Ramesh asked to see everything. “Poora dekhna hai, please madam,” he said.

His aspect was so pathetic that Swati was able to justify her acquiescence easily. Poor fellow, she thought, he must never have seen this kind of thing outside of porn. So, it was quite all right, giving him these shows. Again the idea of a sort of social service came to her mind. If giving money or food or clothes or even shelter were all considered charity, why not some nude shows for a person’s sexual health?

The day after, Ramesh asked with his characteristic shyness, “Madam, can you please remove the…um…jungle on there? I can’t see anything.”

Sure enough, Swati, who used to meticulously shave when she was newly married, had neglected to do so in recent years, at least after Dhruv had come along, and let things go a little. 

There is a thatch, sure, maybe not a jungle, but when she looked at herself in the mirror later that night, she could see the truth in what he said. It was definitely a thicket, and one had to have really good lighting and exposure to see her pussy lips and the opening to her cunt. 

For a few moments, she fantasized about letting Ramesh shave her. 

That would be quite a leap! She would bring in her razor and other stuff, sit in her chair and spread her legs. Then she would tell Ramesh to get to it. “Do it however you like,” she would say. 

And he would salivate and kneel between her spread legs, and apply the shaving foam slowly and deliberately, and then shave her smooth in the gentlest way possible. 

She decided to postpone that decision to another day.