30-09-2022, 09:36 AM
I had a feeling I would greatly enjoy wearing the clothes. I shimmied into the skirt, turning in the mirror once I had it over my hips. It clung to my ass and I was pretty sure that if I bent over in the slightest, I'd be completely exposed. Even when I walked, the hemline drew dangerously close to showing my round ass. I giggled, knowing that Mr. Khurana had chosen this specifically for me. I picked up the blouse next. It had short sleeves, and as I held it up in front of the mirror, I could still see the outline of my reflection through the fabric. I couldn't stop grinning as I pulled it over me. Even though my breasts were not that big, I still couldn't do up the top three buttons over them. The buttons around my ribcage were easier, and I left the last couple buttons open as well so that my midriff showed. I looked at myself in the mirror and almost squealed at how I looked. Only two of the buttons on the blouse were done up, showing a full amount of cleavage. All Mr. Khurana had to do to see my breasts would be to tug gently on the fabric, and the buttons would probably just pop off. I couldn't even keep myself from thinking about how wanton and sexy I looked. Manohar would probably kill me if he ever saw me in clothes like this.
There was a knock at the bathroom door and Mr. Khurana opened it slightly. "Everything okay?" he asked, though he sounded nervous.
I pulled the door open completely and grinned as his mouth dropped open. "You tell me," I said, my voice low and husky.
His eyes raked over my body and finally looked up into my eyes. "Amazing," he whispered, then shook his head. "There's a phone call for you."
I smiled as I walked past him, feeling his eyes locked on my round ass. There was a phone in my room, and I pushed the door behind me, though it didn't shut. I checked it, and it was from Ranjeet, I had totally forgotten about him. he would be pissed off at me for leaving the party without telling him. I let that thought pass for a while, after all it was company affair, his dad was the one who took me home, yeah, higher ups, I just needed to make some excuse, and talk with Khurana Sir, about what I was going to tell Ranjeet and others at party, about where we had been the hole night, and afternoon.
When we having lunch. I swallowed the large bite and took a sip from the water glass in front of me. "Mr. Khurana, what I am supposed to tell to Ranjeet Sir? about leaving the party so early and not telling him"
He studied me. "Shalini, you know people can't find out about this."
I smiled at him. "Of course, Mr. Khurana" He still looked wary, and I sighed.I looked at him pointedly on the word "everything," and he flushed, knowing exactly what I meant." I will just tell him, that his dad took me to my home, and because it was too late , he stayed at my house, as I did not want to be alone in my house" He looked up, his face slightly shocked, and I laughed lightly. "It's a joke Mr.Khurana... but really what can I possibly say." at the same time I was wondering how casual i had become with this 65 year guy, who was even older than my own father, and on the top of that he was my boss's father, and most powerful man in the company.
He looked a little relieved at this, finally smiling a bit, and took a bite of his sandwich. "So what kind of guy is your husband?" he asked, totally ignoring my concern.
I bit my lip, thinking of the cum that had dried on my ass the night before. "He is nice guy" Mr. Khurana nodded and I looked at him as I ate. "I like you better, if that's what you were wondering." , of course he did not know about Ranjeet, and I have no intentions of telling him, about it either, I was falling for this man of age my father's. And did not want to end it just here.
Mr. Khurana raised an eyebrow. "Of course you like me better," he said, his voice taking on that dominating quality that made my pussy throb. "You had better like your Daddy better."
I swallowed hard, crossing my legs under the table. "Yes, Daddy, of course," I murmured, looking up at him innocently. He smiled and took the last bite of his sandwich, standing up and crossing the kitchen to put his plate in the sink before crossing back to me. He leaned down and kissed me firmly, biting my lower lip softly before straightening up.
"I have to run some errands," he said. "And go back to my house for a few things. I'll call you later today itself, soon. You'll be alright for the afternoon?"
I nodded, loving his concern, though if anyone else had done that I would have sighed and reminded them that I was mature woman. Mr. Khurana was a bit different, though. He kissed me again and turned, leaving the kitchen.
I finished my food quickly after Mr. Khurana had left, not even having time to put my plate in the sink before the phone rang again. What I am going to say to Ranjeet? Probably 'I was with you daddy son' would work. No?
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There was a knock at the bathroom door and Mr. Khurana opened it slightly. "Everything okay?" he asked, though he sounded nervous.
I pulled the door open completely and grinned as his mouth dropped open. "You tell me," I said, my voice low and husky.
His eyes raked over my body and finally looked up into my eyes. "Amazing," he whispered, then shook his head. "There's a phone call for you."
I smiled as I walked past him, feeling his eyes locked on my round ass. There was a phone in my room, and I pushed the door behind me, though it didn't shut. I checked it, and it was from Ranjeet, I had totally forgotten about him. he would be pissed off at me for leaving the party without telling him. I let that thought pass for a while, after all it was company affair, his dad was the one who took me home, yeah, higher ups, I just needed to make some excuse, and talk with Khurana Sir, about what I was going to tell Ranjeet and others at party, about where we had been the hole night, and afternoon.
When we having lunch. I swallowed the large bite and took a sip from the water glass in front of me. "Mr. Khurana, what I am supposed to tell to Ranjeet Sir? about leaving the party so early and not telling him"
He studied me. "Shalini, you know people can't find out about this."
I smiled at him. "Of course, Mr. Khurana" He still looked wary, and I sighed.I looked at him pointedly on the word "everything," and he flushed, knowing exactly what I meant." I will just tell him, that his dad took me to my home, and because it was too late , he stayed at my house, as I did not want to be alone in my house" He looked up, his face slightly shocked, and I laughed lightly. "It's a joke Mr.Khurana... but really what can I possibly say." at the same time I was wondering how casual i had become with this 65 year guy, who was even older than my own father, and on the top of that he was my boss's father, and most powerful man in the company.
He looked a little relieved at this, finally smiling a bit, and took a bite of his sandwich. "So what kind of guy is your husband?" he asked, totally ignoring my concern.
I bit my lip, thinking of the cum that had dried on my ass the night before. "He is nice guy" Mr. Khurana nodded and I looked at him as I ate. "I like you better, if that's what you were wondering." , of course he did not know about Ranjeet, and I have no intentions of telling him, about it either, I was falling for this man of age my father's. And did not want to end it just here.
Mr. Khurana raised an eyebrow. "Of course you like me better," he said, his voice taking on that dominating quality that made my pussy throb. "You had better like your Daddy better."
I swallowed hard, crossing my legs under the table. "Yes, Daddy, of course," I murmured, looking up at him innocently. He smiled and took the last bite of his sandwich, standing up and crossing the kitchen to put his plate in the sink before crossing back to me. He leaned down and kissed me firmly, biting my lower lip softly before straightening up.
"I have to run some errands," he said. "And go back to my house for a few things. I'll call you later today itself, soon. You'll be alright for the afternoon?"
I nodded, loving his concern, though if anyone else had done that I would have sighed and reminded them that I was mature woman. Mr. Khurana was a bit different, though. He kissed me again and turned, leaving the kitchen.
I finished my food quickly after Mr. Khurana had left, not even having time to put my plate in the sink before the phone rang again. What I am going to say to Ranjeet? Probably 'I was with you daddy son' would work. No?
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