21-01-2019, 04:05 PM
It was close to two months since he revealed his passion / obsession for me & after awhile my attitude too began to change , in the sense that I would no longer get angry when he " "passionately complimented me or described my figure " & sort of accepted his compliments now. He was still so shy & embarrassed about his "desires" for me, that I sort of felt sorry for him. He still appeared very harmless. Also, maybe I began to enjoy his unflagging interest in me & his erotic talk about my breasts, buttocks, legs etc.. It was quite flattering in a way & inspite of myself I started to enjoy his phonecalls. It seemed like a good game of cat & mouse & in fact I even once imagined that I was undressing for him.
A few days later, I had to visit his office to deliver some papers & I met him alone in his office chambers, with him sitting behind his large desk. After our professional talk, he suddenly said " I bet, you are wearing your black bra - "they " are really looking great again".We were talking like this face to face, & I knew I was wearing a white bra & told him he was wrong. He kept insisting he was right & I kept saying he was not, when he suddenly said "prove it - show me if your bra is black or white ". This was a sort of challenge to me & just to prove him wrong, I stood up ( & knowing the office door was closed & nobody would come in) I deliberately dropped my sari paloo off my shoulders & upto my waist, so that he could see my tight blouse clearly & my cleavage & initially I thought of opening my blouse to show my bra to him, but somehow chickened out & instead, showed him the white bra strap on my shoulder. Jindal watched with rapt attention & then without saying a word & with a triumphant smile, I adjusted my paloo, picked up my bag & left.. Again, I felt I was being drawn into unknown & erotic territory of his choice.
On the way back to office, I was trembling with excitement...... I had done a very bold thing by removing my saree paloo for him to have a good & clear look at my tight blouse & cleavage & also showed him my bra strap. I could not help feeling thrilled by it & remembering, that stunned & transfixed look on Jindal's face. A couple of hours later Jindal called up & profusely apologized for not calling up earlier ---- he was still recovering from the beautiful sight of seeing me remove my saree palloo & show my bra strap to him. I could not help laughing at this.
The next day, he litreally begged me not to disappoint an old man & he wanted to see me only once without any clothes on or to whatever extent I was comfortable with , promising full discretion & that he would not proceed any further other than to watch me only. I really felt sorry for him, but strangely enough, I began to get a thrill on thinking of undressing for him - maybe some latent exhibitionistic streak in me & for the first time did not say a direct "no" to him. Also after what I did in his office, & his passive response (ie. content to just watch), he did appear harmless. When I was once undressing before going to bed, I sort of said to myself, what if Mr. Jindal was watching me, & strangely enough I got a strange kick out of that thought.
A couple of days when he called up, he again said he was so enamoured by me & obsessed & again requested when I was going to make an old man happy & allow him to see the most beautiful sight of his life etc. I laughed at this & did not say anything & he continued with his usual erotic talk of the beauty & firmness of my breasts, my buttocks etc. I could sort of sense my resolve weakening --- from the initial reaction of anger when He first told me of his obsession, & to my present lukewarm acceptance of his persistence & obsession & acceptance of his obsession with me. In a way it was also very flattering.He was still so shy, & embarrassed about his obsession that I felt a sort of sympathy for him. He asked me to visit him at his guest house in S.Delhi , & I sort demurred saying it was not possible & I was very busy etc. He said he would never force me to do anything & whatever I was comfortable with was fine with him. I kept demurring & kept insisting (reminding that will not try anything - I do not why, but I believed him ). In a way I sort of felt my resolve weakening. He called up twice later, & I finally relented & said "maybe" & we sort of tentatively fixed up for that Friday - (which was 3 days away ) at 11.a.m & gave me the directions to his guest house which was not too far from my office. I felt that Friday was a long way off & I could always change my mind later on. On Thursday he called up & said he would reach his guest house by 10.am & I could come whenever I was ready.
The next day, I unexpectedly became very busy with some reports & thought I would be unable to make it --- & also felt a little sorry for the waiting Mr. Jindal. However I did finish my work by noon time & than took an auto to his guest house & reached around 12.30 p.m. Nervously I rang the front door bell (wondering if would still be there --- in fact I was wishing he would not be there & I could later tell him that I actually went there & then make him fell guilty, & I had done my part of the deal ). I was wearing a dark maroon silk saree with a matching blouse. A very happy Mr Jindal opened the door & after shaking my hand said he was literally praying I would come & the suspense was killing him & profusely thanked me for coming by. I told him I had to get back early & I just wanted to say " hello ". He led me to the largish drawing room & said that he was waiting from 10.a.m & he had sent the caretaker out & we were all by ourselves & to relax. He went & sat at the other end of the sitting room -- about 10 -12 feet away. We did some small chat about work etc & he than offered me a coke & sensing my nervousness, kept telling me to relax & he would force anything on me.. Actually I noticed he too was very nervous about the whole thing - probably much more than me & somehow that gave me some sort of reassurance & confidence. After about half an hour, he commented that not only was I the prettiest girl in the hotel, but had the best figure too. He has been watching me for the past two years & it was only now he had the courage to tell me about his obsession & passion for me. That I had come to visit him was enough for him & he felt very obliged & thanked me profusely. He then said after the way I dropped my palloo that day in his office, he was unable to sleep for two days & was going mad trying to imagine what was below my blouse. I could not help giggle at this & encouraged he said he was sure that I was wearing my black bra. I said he was wrong & he again asked me to prove him wrong.
A few days later, I had to visit his office to deliver some papers & I met him alone in his office chambers, with him sitting behind his large desk. After our professional talk, he suddenly said " I bet, you are wearing your black bra - "they " are really looking great again".We were talking like this face to face, & I knew I was wearing a white bra & told him he was wrong. He kept insisting he was right & I kept saying he was not, when he suddenly said "prove it - show me if your bra is black or white ". This was a sort of challenge to me & just to prove him wrong, I stood up ( & knowing the office door was closed & nobody would come in) I deliberately dropped my sari paloo off my shoulders & upto my waist, so that he could see my tight blouse clearly & my cleavage & initially I thought of opening my blouse to show my bra to him, but somehow chickened out & instead, showed him the white bra strap on my shoulder. Jindal watched with rapt attention & then without saying a word & with a triumphant smile, I adjusted my paloo, picked up my bag & left.. Again, I felt I was being drawn into unknown & erotic territory of his choice.
On the way back to office, I was trembling with excitement...... I had done a very bold thing by removing my saree paloo for him to have a good & clear look at my tight blouse & cleavage & also showed him my bra strap. I could not help feeling thrilled by it & remembering, that stunned & transfixed look on Jindal's face. A couple of hours later Jindal called up & profusely apologized for not calling up earlier ---- he was still recovering from the beautiful sight of seeing me remove my saree palloo & show my bra strap to him. I could not help laughing at this.
The next day, he litreally begged me not to disappoint an old man & he wanted to see me only once without any clothes on or to whatever extent I was comfortable with , promising full discretion & that he would not proceed any further other than to watch me only. I really felt sorry for him, but strangely enough, I began to get a thrill on thinking of undressing for him - maybe some latent exhibitionistic streak in me & for the first time did not say a direct "no" to him. Also after what I did in his office, & his passive response (ie. content to just watch), he did appear harmless. When I was once undressing before going to bed, I sort of said to myself, what if Mr. Jindal was watching me, & strangely enough I got a strange kick out of that thought.
A couple of days when he called up, he again said he was so enamoured by me & obsessed & again requested when I was going to make an old man happy & allow him to see the most beautiful sight of his life etc. I laughed at this & did not say anything & he continued with his usual erotic talk of the beauty & firmness of my breasts, my buttocks etc. I could sort of sense my resolve weakening --- from the initial reaction of anger when He first told me of his obsession, & to my present lukewarm acceptance of his persistence & obsession & acceptance of his obsession with me. In a way it was also very flattering.He was still so shy, & embarrassed about his obsession that I felt a sort of sympathy for him. He asked me to visit him at his guest house in S.Delhi , & I sort demurred saying it was not possible & I was very busy etc. He said he would never force me to do anything & whatever I was comfortable with was fine with him. I kept demurring & kept insisting (reminding that will not try anything - I do not why, but I believed him ). In a way I sort of felt my resolve weakening. He called up twice later, & I finally relented & said "maybe" & we sort of tentatively fixed up for that Friday - (which was 3 days away ) at 11.a.m & gave me the directions to his guest house which was not too far from my office. I felt that Friday was a long way off & I could always change my mind later on. On Thursday he called up & said he would reach his guest house by 10.am & I could come whenever I was ready.
The next day, I unexpectedly became very busy with some reports & thought I would be unable to make it --- & also felt a little sorry for the waiting Mr. Jindal. However I did finish my work by noon time & than took an auto to his guest house & reached around 12.30 p.m. Nervously I rang the front door bell (wondering if would still be there --- in fact I was wishing he would not be there & I could later tell him that I actually went there & then make him fell guilty, & I had done my part of the deal ). I was wearing a dark maroon silk saree with a matching blouse. A very happy Mr Jindal opened the door & after shaking my hand said he was literally praying I would come & the suspense was killing him & profusely thanked me for coming by. I told him I had to get back early & I just wanted to say " hello ". He led me to the largish drawing room & said that he was waiting from 10.a.m & he had sent the caretaker out & we were all by ourselves & to relax. He went & sat at the other end of the sitting room -- about 10 -12 feet away. We did some small chat about work etc & he than offered me a coke & sensing my nervousness, kept telling me to relax & he would force anything on me.. Actually I noticed he too was very nervous about the whole thing - probably much more than me & somehow that gave me some sort of reassurance & confidence. After about half an hour, he commented that not only was I the prettiest girl in the hotel, but had the best figure too. He has been watching me for the past two years & it was only now he had the courage to tell me about his obsession & passion for me. That I had come to visit him was enough for him & he felt very obliged & thanked me profusely. He then said after the way I dropped my palloo that day in his office, he was unable to sleep for two days & was going mad trying to imagine what was below my blouse. I could not help giggle at this & encouraged he said he was sure that I was wearing my black bra. I said he was wrong & he again asked me to prove him wrong.
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