13-05-2019, 10:55 PM
After coming back to Bombay, Sheetal rejoined her office as a full time Project Lead at her old organisation. It was an upcoming IT and ITeS company called Flaubert Technology Systems Limited. The work was challenging and good but the fact that her career was back on track gave Sheetal immense satisfaction. She was great at her work, a rising star as her bosses called her, and it would have a been pity had she had to give up her work entirely after her stint in the hinterlands of UP. Luckily she hadn't lost touch completely as she was remotely working on projects whenever she could.
As a Project Lead she was now back to leading a team of developers and executing projects by herself. Sheetal's team had 6 developers of varying levels of seniority under her. Some of them had in fact worked with her before she had moved. Her team was devoted to her as they thought she was a fair and considerate boss, astute at her work and fun outside. Being an all male member team, they also obviously admired her looks. Although the office had a generous sprinkling of good looking women, it was no secret that Sheetal was undoubtedly the goddess amongst them with her beautiful features and spectacular figure. As if that weren't enough, unlike other women who usually drowned themselves in formless Indian clothing, Sheetal often wore well tailored western wear - skirts which defined her wide hips and voluptuous butt, tops which clung to her large breasts and exposed her toned arms and on a lucky day (for the men!) a hint of delicious cleavage.
There wasnt a man in the office who hadnt been distracted by her looks at some point during the day. It could be anything. A glace at her exposed creamy thighs in a fashionable skirt or a glimpse of her shapely butt swaying as she walked in front or a charming smile on her pillowy, sensual lips or her undoubtedly large breasts straining against a top, all of this or any of this could stir the loins of men in the office. However, all the men were respectful towards her.
While the attention was obvious to Sheetal (she liked it too in a flirty way), she was of course not privy to the many dirty thoughts that swirled around in mens' heads about her. All of them were aware that she was off bounds (little did they know of her exploits with the nukkad guys) as she was a happily married woman (which she was till she met the nukkad guys). So all they could do was discreetly ogle and fantasise.
It was nearly 10 days since Sheetal had cheated on her unsuspecting husband with his ex-colleague. Sheetal gazed absent mindedly through her car window as it weaved through morning rush hour traffic. Her office was the swanky environs of BKC but the way from Worli took her through snarling traffic jams.
Beep! Beep!
The piercing ringtone startled her. She unlocked her phone to see who it was. Hopefully it wasn't Mr Narang, texting her to check if she would be late for the presentation. Whoever scheduled 9 am meetings should be crucified. It was a message from Rajesh. He had been texting her since she slept with him. Although she felt a little guilty for getting seduced so easily, she brushed it off as an aberration. She was subconsciously craving for rough and uninhibited sex after moving to Bombay and Rajesh had fulfilled that need.
"What naughtiness are you up to today?" read the text with a wink smiley. "Nothing much, just on my way to a boring office presentation". And the texts continued....
"That sounds very boring"
"Tell me about it" *exasperated smiley*
"Let's talk about good things. What are you wearing?" *wink smiley*
Sheetal immediately knew the direction in which the conversation was headed. Nevertheless she decided to play it cool and not acknowledge Rajesh's flirting. Not yet, at least.
"The usual. Business formals"
"Oolala"
She didn't reply to this just to see where he would go next. This was fun!
She got another text soon. "Wish I could see those sexy legs right now" *wistful smiley*
It was pretty clear where the conversation was now headed. Although in the past days they had exchanged flirty text messages, Sheetal had never sent him a photo. She was bored, the journey would take at least 40 minutes more, so she decided to take it up a notch and have some fun.
She quickly snapped a selfie with her arm extended high so that it would capture her entire profile. A couple of snaps more and she landed a photo which could entice any man. She whatsapped it to Rajesh and smiled to herself.
The click of the camera drew the uber driver's attention to his passenger sitting at the back. The driver got all sorts of passengers during the day - men getting to work, house wives going shopping, families going to the mall...but only once in a while did a taxi driver get such a sexy woman for a passenger. Hence, even though the traffic was horrible, to say the least, he was glad that the journey with the sexy memsaab was getting prolonged. When the car halted a signal, the driver let his eyes automatically drift onto the rear view mirror. Sheetal (he knew her name from the booking) was sitting right behind him and the mirror gave him a great look at her cleavage. Her breasts although covered in a modest satin blouse were pushed together and hinted at her deep cleavage.
As the driver gazed hungrily at Sheetal's breasts, her phone beeped again. "Wow"
After a few more seconds, another text "You're looking hot".
The photo had made the desired impact, thought Sheetal, oblivious to the fact that right at the moment, not one, but two men were staring at her cleavage. Rajesh and the uber driver. Rajesh was at his work desk when he got the photo. He immediately had to adjust his pants after he saw the pic. The high angle of the selfie camera exposed and hinted at Sheetal's tantalising cleavage. Her face somehow looked beautiful and slutty at the same time. His mind harkened back to that fateful night when Sheetal's sexy lips were wrapped around his cock as she sucked him off voraciously and shuddered. The satin top was sleeveless and exposed her slender and sexy bare arms, those very bare arms which were wrapped around his torso as he wildly pounded her in bed, against the wall, everywhere. He needed to hook up with her again. Soon.
He zoomed into the pic. The photo also displayed her sexy thighs. Sheetal was wearing a knee length black skirt but it had clearly ridden up after she sat in the car and now partially exposed her thighs. They looked so enticing! Fair, creamy and shapely. He wished he was between those soft, creamy thighs right now licking her wet pussy.
Soon the texts started pouring in from Rajesh. Explicit texts about what he would do to her the next time they meet. Sheetal eagerly gulped the texts down urging Rajesh on to text more explicitly. She felt a dull pleasure in her loins, a wetness permeated her panties.
The uber driver noticed that his passenger was deeply engrossed in her phone. Her cheeks were flushed and she kept shifting in her place. Although he didn't know for sure, he could sense something unusual was going on.
Sheetal's cheeks were flushed because she had a daring request from Rajesh. She was not sure whether it would be entirely appropriate to do what he was asking for. After quickly checking if the driver was looking at her (at which point the driver pretended to be focussed on the road ahead), she quickly unbuttoned a couple of buttons and snapped a selfie.
The driver knew something was up. So he was smart enough to look away when the sexy passenger peeped from behind to check if he was focussing on the road. But what happened next totally blew his mind. The lady unbuttoned two of her blouse buttons and exposed her bra clad boobs! A white satin bra cupped her creamy, ripe boobs, snugly, forming a succulent cleavage. He couldn't take his eyes off from the rear view mirror as they swayed and moved with the movement of the car. The lady pointed her phone at her curvy tits, took a selfie and quickly put her buttons back on. All of this barely lasted a few seconds but the image was seared in the uber driver's head. He wondered who she could be sending the image to. He had noticed a mangalsutra nestled in her cleavage....he randomly cursed the lucky bastard who got to go to bed with those boobs every night and stole one last glance at her bust. He planned to stop at some isolated place after the the trip got over to jerk himself off. Goddamn! those tits were gorgeous!
Oblivious to her driver's perverted thoughts Sheetal had sent the picture to Rajesh. She knew it would guarantee a spate of lewd texts.
Rajesh checked his phone as soon as it pinged. He had simply prodded Sheetal to show him her breasts. But he didn't think the wife of his ex-colleague would send him such a raunchy image in the middle of the day! Thanks to her, he was completely distracted from work. He quickly locked the door to his cabin, sat behind his desk and pulled down his pants. His dick was painfully erect and he did the logical thing - he started jerking off to the image. He made sure he broadcasted his thoughts to Sheetal as he pleasured himself.
Sheetal's eyes widened as the texts started coming in. She had never engaged in sexting before. Phones could barely take pictures when she was sleeping around with boyfriends in college. Her husband, although sexually voracious, never drew her into it. Meanwhile, Rajesh's texts were getting more and more explicit. He was talking about seducing her in her own office...take her to a washroom...bend her over the sink and pull up her skirt till her glorious butt cheeks are exposed...squeeze them hard and spanked them till they turn red...grab her panties and rip them off...finger her clit vigorously till she is completely wet and ready to be taken....as she is moaning for his cock, enter her from behind and thrust into her luscious butt hard and fast...pound her till her ass and tits jiggle from the force...and in the moments leading up to the climax, grab her tits from behind and squeeze them hard as he pumped his cum deep inside her.
Rajesh masturbated to a powerful orgasm. He even sent a picture of his dick spurting cum to Sheetal. Sheetal stared in disbelief and arousal as she saw his raging cock. She badly wanted to relieve herself then and there in the car. But she had noticed that the driver was taking far too much interest in her and kept glancing at the rear view mirror.
Sheetal was wet from the flirtatious text exchange with Rajesh as she made her way to the conference hall for the presentation. This was for an important client. Her boss Varun Narang and a couple of senior Vice President's were already waiting for her as she entered the room. She muttered a quick hello to everyone, apologised for being late and started off with the presentation. One of the VPs took over after 10 minutes.
As the presentation droned on her mind kept flitting back to the racy text messages she had just exchanged. She kept flipping through her messages. After about 10 minutes, she received a text message from Narang - "All okay? You seem distracted"
Cursing herself for getting carried away, she quickly shooted a text - "Everything's fine. Was just going through a couple of work emails". Narang was sitting across the table. She plopped her phone on the desk and gave him a charming smile. He smiled back.
As a Project Lead she was now back to leading a team of developers and executing projects by herself. Sheetal's team had 6 developers of varying levels of seniority under her. Some of them had in fact worked with her before she had moved. Her team was devoted to her as they thought she was a fair and considerate boss, astute at her work and fun outside. Being an all male member team, they also obviously admired her looks. Although the office had a generous sprinkling of good looking women, it was no secret that Sheetal was undoubtedly the goddess amongst them with her beautiful features and spectacular figure. As if that weren't enough, unlike other women who usually drowned themselves in formless Indian clothing, Sheetal often wore well tailored western wear - skirts which defined her wide hips and voluptuous butt, tops which clung to her large breasts and exposed her toned arms and on a lucky day (for the men!) a hint of delicious cleavage.
There wasnt a man in the office who hadnt been distracted by her looks at some point during the day. It could be anything. A glace at her exposed creamy thighs in a fashionable skirt or a glimpse of her shapely butt swaying as she walked in front or a charming smile on her pillowy, sensual lips or her undoubtedly large breasts straining against a top, all of this or any of this could stir the loins of men in the office. However, all the men were respectful towards her.
While the attention was obvious to Sheetal (she liked it too in a flirty way), she was of course not privy to the many dirty thoughts that swirled around in mens' heads about her. All of them were aware that she was off bounds (little did they know of her exploits with the nukkad guys) as she was a happily married woman (which she was till she met the nukkad guys). So all they could do was discreetly ogle and fantasise.
It was nearly 10 days since Sheetal had cheated on her unsuspecting husband with his ex-colleague. Sheetal gazed absent mindedly through her car window as it weaved through morning rush hour traffic. Her office was the swanky environs of BKC but the way from Worli took her through snarling traffic jams.
Beep! Beep!
The piercing ringtone startled her. She unlocked her phone to see who it was. Hopefully it wasn't Mr Narang, texting her to check if she would be late for the presentation. Whoever scheduled 9 am meetings should be crucified. It was a message from Rajesh. He had been texting her since she slept with him. Although she felt a little guilty for getting seduced so easily, she brushed it off as an aberration. She was subconsciously craving for rough and uninhibited sex after moving to Bombay and Rajesh had fulfilled that need.
"What naughtiness are you up to today?" read the text with a wink smiley. "Nothing much, just on my way to a boring office presentation". And the texts continued....
"That sounds very boring"
"Tell me about it" *exasperated smiley*
"Let's talk about good things. What are you wearing?" *wink smiley*
Sheetal immediately knew the direction in which the conversation was headed. Nevertheless she decided to play it cool and not acknowledge Rajesh's flirting. Not yet, at least.
"The usual. Business formals"
"Oolala"
She didn't reply to this just to see where he would go next. This was fun!
She got another text soon. "Wish I could see those sexy legs right now" *wistful smiley*
It was pretty clear where the conversation was now headed. Although in the past days they had exchanged flirty text messages, Sheetal had never sent him a photo. She was bored, the journey would take at least 40 minutes more, so she decided to take it up a notch and have some fun.
She quickly snapped a selfie with her arm extended high so that it would capture her entire profile. A couple of snaps more and she landed a photo which could entice any man. She whatsapped it to Rajesh and smiled to herself.
The click of the camera drew the uber driver's attention to his passenger sitting at the back. The driver got all sorts of passengers during the day - men getting to work, house wives going shopping, families going to the mall...but only once in a while did a taxi driver get such a sexy woman for a passenger. Hence, even though the traffic was horrible, to say the least, he was glad that the journey with the sexy memsaab was getting prolonged. When the car halted a signal, the driver let his eyes automatically drift onto the rear view mirror. Sheetal (he knew her name from the booking) was sitting right behind him and the mirror gave him a great look at her cleavage. Her breasts although covered in a modest satin blouse were pushed together and hinted at her deep cleavage.
As the driver gazed hungrily at Sheetal's breasts, her phone beeped again. "Wow"
After a few more seconds, another text "You're looking hot".
The photo had made the desired impact, thought Sheetal, oblivious to the fact that right at the moment, not one, but two men were staring at her cleavage. Rajesh and the uber driver. Rajesh was at his work desk when he got the photo. He immediately had to adjust his pants after he saw the pic. The high angle of the selfie camera exposed and hinted at Sheetal's tantalising cleavage. Her face somehow looked beautiful and slutty at the same time. His mind harkened back to that fateful night when Sheetal's sexy lips were wrapped around his cock as she sucked him off voraciously and shuddered. The satin top was sleeveless and exposed her slender and sexy bare arms, those very bare arms which were wrapped around his torso as he wildly pounded her in bed, against the wall, everywhere. He needed to hook up with her again. Soon.
He zoomed into the pic. The photo also displayed her sexy thighs. Sheetal was wearing a knee length black skirt but it had clearly ridden up after she sat in the car and now partially exposed her thighs. They looked so enticing! Fair, creamy and shapely. He wished he was between those soft, creamy thighs right now licking her wet pussy.
Soon the texts started pouring in from Rajesh. Explicit texts about what he would do to her the next time they meet. Sheetal eagerly gulped the texts down urging Rajesh on to text more explicitly. She felt a dull pleasure in her loins, a wetness permeated her panties.
The uber driver noticed that his passenger was deeply engrossed in her phone. Her cheeks were flushed and she kept shifting in her place. Although he didn't know for sure, he could sense something unusual was going on.
Sheetal's cheeks were flushed because she had a daring request from Rajesh. She was not sure whether it would be entirely appropriate to do what he was asking for. After quickly checking if the driver was looking at her (at which point the driver pretended to be focussed on the road ahead), she quickly unbuttoned a couple of buttons and snapped a selfie.
The driver knew something was up. So he was smart enough to look away when the sexy passenger peeped from behind to check if he was focussing on the road. But what happened next totally blew his mind. The lady unbuttoned two of her blouse buttons and exposed her bra clad boobs! A white satin bra cupped her creamy, ripe boobs, snugly, forming a succulent cleavage. He couldn't take his eyes off from the rear view mirror as they swayed and moved with the movement of the car. The lady pointed her phone at her curvy tits, took a selfie and quickly put her buttons back on. All of this barely lasted a few seconds but the image was seared in the uber driver's head. He wondered who she could be sending the image to. He had noticed a mangalsutra nestled in her cleavage....he randomly cursed the lucky bastard who got to go to bed with those boobs every night and stole one last glance at her bust. He planned to stop at some isolated place after the the trip got over to jerk himself off. Goddamn! those tits were gorgeous!
Oblivious to her driver's perverted thoughts Sheetal had sent the picture to Rajesh. She knew it would guarantee a spate of lewd texts.
Rajesh checked his phone as soon as it pinged. He had simply prodded Sheetal to show him her breasts. But he didn't think the wife of his ex-colleague would send him such a raunchy image in the middle of the day! Thanks to her, he was completely distracted from work. He quickly locked the door to his cabin, sat behind his desk and pulled down his pants. His dick was painfully erect and he did the logical thing - he started jerking off to the image. He made sure he broadcasted his thoughts to Sheetal as he pleasured himself.
Sheetal's eyes widened as the texts started coming in. She had never engaged in sexting before. Phones could barely take pictures when she was sleeping around with boyfriends in college. Her husband, although sexually voracious, never drew her into it. Meanwhile, Rajesh's texts were getting more and more explicit. He was talking about seducing her in her own office...take her to a washroom...bend her over the sink and pull up her skirt till her glorious butt cheeks are exposed...squeeze them hard and spanked them till they turn red...grab her panties and rip them off...finger her clit vigorously till she is completely wet and ready to be taken....as she is moaning for his cock, enter her from behind and thrust into her luscious butt hard and fast...pound her till her ass and tits jiggle from the force...and in the moments leading up to the climax, grab her tits from behind and squeeze them hard as he pumped his cum deep inside her.
Rajesh masturbated to a powerful orgasm. He even sent a picture of his dick spurting cum to Sheetal. Sheetal stared in disbelief and arousal as she saw his raging cock. She badly wanted to relieve herself then and there in the car. But she had noticed that the driver was taking far too much interest in her and kept glancing at the rear view mirror.
Sheetal was wet from the flirtatious text exchange with Rajesh as she made her way to the conference hall for the presentation. This was for an important client. Her boss Varun Narang and a couple of senior Vice President's were already waiting for her as she entered the room. She muttered a quick hello to everyone, apologised for being late and started off with the presentation. One of the VPs took over after 10 minutes.
As the presentation droned on her mind kept flitting back to the racy text messages she had just exchanged. She kept flipping through her messages. After about 10 minutes, she received a text message from Narang - "All okay? You seem distracted"
Cursing herself for getting carried away, she quickly shooted a text - "Everything's fine. Was just going through a couple of work emails". Narang was sitting across the table. She plopped her phone on the desk and gave him a charming smile. He smiled back.
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