13-05-2019, 05:10 PM
Shyam called Srinivas, Kalpana's boss for a meeting, during which all the loose ends of the Trident project were tied up. After the meeting, Shyam took Srinivas aside and requested him to allow Kalpana to continue to unofficially assist Shyam in the implementation of Trident's marketing plan from time to time, as needed. Srinivas readily agreed to Shyam's request. After all, Shyam was Srinivas's old boss and benefactor. Srinivas was well aware of Shyam's reputation as a lady killer. But if he had any doubts about Shyam's true motive behind the request, he kept them to himself.
"Has Kalpana fallen under Belekar's spell?" Srinivas wondered. He hadn't detected any signs of that happening.
"Well, if she has, she's certainly not the first. Probably won't be the last too. Lucky old goat!" He mused, a slow smile spreading on his face.
Having settled that with Srinivas, Shyam lost no time in calling Kalpana to his office to brief her about the arrangement.
"We will keep in touch through the email account that you've set up. OK?" Said Shyam.
"Yes... Yes Sir!" Kalpana stuttered, her heart fluttering wildly. The thought of saying no to "Sir" didn't even cross her mind. Within a few days, Kalpana got Shyam's first message in the Drafts folder of their shared email ID. It was short and to the point, asking her to meet him for lunch the next day, at a restaurant in a midtown luxury hotel. Her face flushed, heart somersaulted and nipples stiffened as she read the message.
"Yes Sir!" Her reply was equally short and direct.
***
"Unfortunately, we won't be able to properly review the Trident marketing project today. The Managing Director has suddenly called an important meeting in the evening. I have just cancelled our room reservation. Still, we have plenty of time for a good meal!" Shyam informed Kalpana with a naughty smile as the maître d' hotel seated them at a table in a hidden corner of the restaurant.
They sat next to each other, close enough to be able to converse softly and yet not so close that passers-by would wonder whether they were intimate. The top of the table was lit by a low overhead lamp. The surrounding illumination was low. The tablecloth covered their laps. Shyam quickly ordered food and drink and then went on to describe the finer points of the food and wine they had ordered. He was his usual calm, self-assured and attentive self. He had taken off his jacket and wore a formal shirt and an expensive hand-made silk tie, looking suave and dapper as ever. Kalpana's heart fluttered as she savoured his close physical proximity. She was flattered that such an attractive, personable and powerful man found her worthy of his attention.
The service was unobtrusive and quick. The waiter disappeared after serving their food and drinks. Kalpana perfunctorily tasted the food and kept her fork down. Try as she might, she could not focus either on the food or on what Shyam was saying. She fell under a spell as she gazed intently at Shyam, listening to his smooth, low baritone voice and breathing in his masculine scent that had the slightest undertone of an expensive aftershave. Of its own volition, her hand slowly crept into his lap. Startled, Shyam looked at her and noticed her slightly unfocussed gaze and trembling, half open lips.
"Do you know what you are doing, Kalpana?" Shyam whispered.
She averted her gaze and said nothing, letting him hold her hand and caress her palm with his thumb. Slowly, he placed her hand over his crotch. She pressed it a little, and slowly moved it up and down, lightly caressing his growing hardness. Shyam never expected Kalpana, the outwardly prim and proper wife and mother to do something like this. Indeed in his long and varied experience with women he had come across just two who had done anything comparable. His pulse rate shot through the roof and his cock became fully hard, straining uncomfortably against the confines of his shorts. His inhibitions too went out the window.
"Go to the ladies room and take off your bra. I want to feel your nipples." Shyam ordered hoarsely, his heart thumping against his ribcage.
Kalpana was aghast at what she had started without conscious intent and stunned at Shyam's order. Never in her life had a thought of doing anything like this crossed her mind. Yet, she felt impelled to comply. She got up and walked to the ladies room, almost in a trance. She was wearing a saree and blouse outfit that day.
"Why am I doing this?" She wondered as she locked herself in a toilet cubicle and unwrapped her pallu. She unhooked her front opening blouse, reached behind and unclasped her bra. She pulled the shoulder straps of the bra through the short sleeves of her blouse, then disentangled them from her arms and pulled her bra off. She held her naked breasts in her hands and felt their weight, while looking at her stiff nipples and imagined it was "Sir's" hands that were holding her breasts. She felt a liquid fire light up in her pussy and dampen her panty. She closed the hooks of her blouse and adjusted her braless breasts so that they nestled comfortably and her cleavage showed through the neck opening. She then wrapped her pallu securely around her shoulders and returned to their table. She slid into her seat and settled down close to Shyam. There was no mistaking their intimacy now.
"Give it to me!" He said.
He noted her hesitation as she gingerly pulled the bra out of her handbag.
"Don't worry. You'll get it back before we leave!" He assured her as he held her bra to his nose and sniffed it appreciatively. He didn't try to hide what he was doing and anybody passing by surely would have noticed what he was sniffing. Kalpana's face was red with shame and yet she was oddly thrilled at the prospect of being caught.
"You know, you have the most wonderful scent. Your breasts, your mouth, your cunt..." Shyam whispered as he put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She made no objection to his explicit language. Instead, she blushed and felt sticky secretions ooze out of her pussy. Shyam's other hand sneaked under her pallu from below. Slowly, oh so slowly, his fingers and palm caressed her breasts and grazed her taut nipples. Only the thin fabric of her cotton blouse separated his hand from her breasts. Kalpana could barely suppress a moan that welled up.
"Open your blouse!" Shyam whispered. With trembling hands, Kalpana reached under her pallu and opened the lower three hooks. He snaked his hand boldly inside her half open blouse and started possessively caressing and fondling her naked breasts. He rolled and pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Her lust awakened, Kalpana was enjoying Shyam's play as much as he was but she was also frightened at being caught. Although all the action was happening out of sight and in dim light under the cover of her pallu, a keen observer could have easily guessed what was happening. The thought of being caught further fanned her passion. She kept her face down and bit her lip, straining to keep from moaning.
"Has Kalpana fallen under Belekar's spell?" Srinivas wondered. He hadn't detected any signs of that happening.
"Well, if she has, she's certainly not the first. Probably won't be the last too. Lucky old goat!" He mused, a slow smile spreading on his face.
Having settled that with Srinivas, Shyam lost no time in calling Kalpana to his office to brief her about the arrangement.
"We will keep in touch through the email account that you've set up. OK?" Said Shyam.
"Yes... Yes Sir!" Kalpana stuttered, her heart fluttering wildly. The thought of saying no to "Sir" didn't even cross her mind. Within a few days, Kalpana got Shyam's first message in the Drafts folder of their shared email ID. It was short and to the point, asking her to meet him for lunch the next day, at a restaurant in a midtown luxury hotel. Her face flushed, heart somersaulted and nipples stiffened as she read the message.
"Yes Sir!" Her reply was equally short and direct.
***
"Unfortunately, we won't be able to properly review the Trident marketing project today. The Managing Director has suddenly called an important meeting in the evening. I have just cancelled our room reservation. Still, we have plenty of time for a good meal!" Shyam informed Kalpana with a naughty smile as the maître d' hotel seated them at a table in a hidden corner of the restaurant.
They sat next to each other, close enough to be able to converse softly and yet not so close that passers-by would wonder whether they were intimate. The top of the table was lit by a low overhead lamp. The surrounding illumination was low. The tablecloth covered their laps. Shyam quickly ordered food and drink and then went on to describe the finer points of the food and wine they had ordered. He was his usual calm, self-assured and attentive self. He had taken off his jacket and wore a formal shirt and an expensive hand-made silk tie, looking suave and dapper as ever. Kalpana's heart fluttered as she savoured his close physical proximity. She was flattered that such an attractive, personable and powerful man found her worthy of his attention.
The service was unobtrusive and quick. The waiter disappeared after serving their food and drinks. Kalpana perfunctorily tasted the food and kept her fork down. Try as she might, she could not focus either on the food or on what Shyam was saying. She fell under a spell as she gazed intently at Shyam, listening to his smooth, low baritone voice and breathing in his masculine scent that had the slightest undertone of an expensive aftershave. Of its own volition, her hand slowly crept into his lap. Startled, Shyam looked at her and noticed her slightly unfocussed gaze and trembling, half open lips.
"Do you know what you are doing, Kalpana?" Shyam whispered.
She averted her gaze and said nothing, letting him hold her hand and caress her palm with his thumb. Slowly, he placed her hand over his crotch. She pressed it a little, and slowly moved it up and down, lightly caressing his growing hardness. Shyam never expected Kalpana, the outwardly prim and proper wife and mother to do something like this. Indeed in his long and varied experience with women he had come across just two who had done anything comparable. His pulse rate shot through the roof and his cock became fully hard, straining uncomfortably against the confines of his shorts. His inhibitions too went out the window.
"Go to the ladies room and take off your bra. I want to feel your nipples." Shyam ordered hoarsely, his heart thumping against his ribcage.
Kalpana was aghast at what she had started without conscious intent and stunned at Shyam's order. Never in her life had a thought of doing anything like this crossed her mind. Yet, she felt impelled to comply. She got up and walked to the ladies room, almost in a trance. She was wearing a saree and blouse outfit that day.
"Why am I doing this?" She wondered as she locked herself in a toilet cubicle and unwrapped her pallu. She unhooked her front opening blouse, reached behind and unclasped her bra. She pulled the shoulder straps of the bra through the short sleeves of her blouse, then disentangled them from her arms and pulled her bra off. She held her naked breasts in her hands and felt their weight, while looking at her stiff nipples and imagined it was "Sir's" hands that were holding her breasts. She felt a liquid fire light up in her pussy and dampen her panty. She closed the hooks of her blouse and adjusted her braless breasts so that they nestled comfortably and her cleavage showed through the neck opening. She then wrapped her pallu securely around her shoulders and returned to their table. She slid into her seat and settled down close to Shyam. There was no mistaking their intimacy now.
"Give it to me!" He said.
He noted her hesitation as she gingerly pulled the bra out of her handbag.
"Don't worry. You'll get it back before we leave!" He assured her as he held her bra to his nose and sniffed it appreciatively. He didn't try to hide what he was doing and anybody passing by surely would have noticed what he was sniffing. Kalpana's face was red with shame and yet she was oddly thrilled at the prospect of being caught.
"You know, you have the most wonderful scent. Your breasts, your mouth, your cunt..." Shyam whispered as he put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She made no objection to his explicit language. Instead, she blushed and felt sticky secretions ooze out of her pussy. Shyam's other hand sneaked under her pallu from below. Slowly, oh so slowly, his fingers and palm caressed her breasts and grazed her taut nipples. Only the thin fabric of her cotton blouse separated his hand from her breasts. Kalpana could barely suppress a moan that welled up.
"Open your blouse!" Shyam whispered. With trembling hands, Kalpana reached under her pallu and opened the lower three hooks. He snaked his hand boldly inside her half open blouse and started possessively caressing and fondling her naked breasts. He rolled and pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Her lust awakened, Kalpana was enjoying Shyam's play as much as he was but she was also frightened at being caught. Although all the action was happening out of sight and in dim light under the cover of her pallu, a keen observer could have easily guessed what was happening. The thought of being caught further fanned her passion. She kept her face down and bit her lip, straining to keep from moaning.
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