Poonam’s transformation (Journey of an influencer)

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The thought of spending the night with him, feeling his hands on my body, his mouth on mine, made my heart pound in my chest. I could feel the heat between my legs, my panties already damp with want.

Rajiv, noticing my discomfort, offered me a glass of wine. "Here, have some. It'll help you relax."

I took the glass, our fingers brushing, and I felt a spark ignite at the touch. I took a sip, the cool liquid sliding down my throat, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Or perhaps that was the heat of Rajiv's gaze, scorching me from across the table. I could feel it, like a physical touch, tracing the curves of my body, lingering on my breasts, my hips, my thighs. I shifted in my seat, the silk of my dress rustling softly, a symphony of anticipation.

"Tell me, Poonam," Rajiv began, his voice a low rumble, "do you always dress like this?"

I leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips. "Like what, Rajiv?"

He gestured towards me, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Like a woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to show it."

I laughed, a sultry sound that seemed to echo in the night. "Is that a problem, Rajiv?" I asked, my voice laced with challenge.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a growl. "Not at all. In fact, it's fucking sexy as hell."

I felt a jolt of electricity at his words, my pussy clenching in response. I could feel the wetness between my legs, my panties soaked with my desire.

His words had done something to me, unleashing a hunger that I couldn't control. I stood up, my chair scbanging loudly against the stone floor, and walked around the table towards him. His eyes never left mine, a predatory gleam in them as he watched me approach.

"I think you talk too much, Rajiv," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I was standing in front of him now, close enough to feel his breath on my legs. I placed my hands on his shoulders, straddling him on the chair, my dress riding up to reveal more of my thighs.