17-03-2025, 02:01 AM
I am busy putting away files in the office where I work as a secretary while my boss, Chetan, is busy wrapping up his meeting at the end of the day and bidding farewell to his clients. One of the men, Monril, smiles at me and says, "Have a good weekend, Vidya." I respond in kind and continue my work.
Chetan closes the door and walks over to me, pleased at how the meeting had gone. "We did well today, Vidya. Thank you for all you did to help."
It was my pleasure, Chetan." I reply. I always feel uncomfortable using his first name, but he has long insisted that I do so, saying that he does not like to be called "Mister". So I comply with his request. He is the boss after all.
One of the files slips out of my hand and falls on the desk. Chetan reaches for it just as I do. His hand lands atop mine as I grab it. I notice that it lingers on my hand just a little too long before he pulls it away. As I turn away his left elbow softly rubs against my right breast. I step away, hoping that he did not notice anything but the feel of my saree. I see his dark eyes linger on my breasts and nearly blush at the thought of him realizing that he had touched me there.
I have been married to my husband, Gopal, for 18 years. We married when I was 18 and he was 22, and in my entire 36 years he has been the only man to caress my flesh, or even to see me naked. I assume that Chetan's touch was completely accidental.
We finish up and leave. Chetan walks outside with me. "See you tomorrow." I tell him as I begin walking away.
"Tomorrow indeed," he says. Then as I am walking away he follows up with, "I hate to see you leave but I love to watch you go."
I turn around, confused by the statement. He just smiles and continued watching me as I leave. I then wonder if he is referring to my ass. My husband always tells me that I have a great ass, but in my traditional Indian attire I assume that my 38-26-36 body is not that noticeable to reveal my butt that way. I pause, lingering at my reflection in a storefront window outside, and realize that perhaps it is easy to see my shape in this particular outfit. Perhaps I better wear a loser one in the future. Still, I can't really believe that Chetan really meant that.
I dare not say anything to my husband. No need in making him feel uncomfortable with this, especially since I'm certain that nothing was meant by it. Still, I have noticed that Chetan has been acting a little different lately. I have observed him staring at me in the office often. And he has made a few other comments that, individually may be innocent, but collectively they make me wonder what might be going through his mind. He is a married man and has said nothing to imply that he is not happy and satisfied with his relationship. And he knows just how loyal I am to Gopal.
The next day I planned to say something to him about it. But of course I am just too shy, so I do not dare to bring the subject up to him. Instead I just act like nothing has happened.
Then at noon he was picking up a document from me and said, "you are pretty firm still at your age."
When I looked at his quizzically he added, "I could feel how firm you are when I bumped up against you last night."
Instinctively I crossed my arms, covering my C-cup breasts as he smiled, unable to gather up the nerve to say anything.
"You know, I would love to have a chance to see just how they feel." He said.
"Please don't joke with me like that." I told him.
Chetan grinned and walked back to his office. But I swear it looked as if he was rubbing his crotch with his right hand as he did so. I caught myself wondering if he had an erection, then quickly dismissed that thought. Why would I even care about such a thing. The only penis I am concerned about is my husband's.
I have seen other penises on video. My husband introduced me to porn, and we sometimes watched it together. But while I found it erotic with Gopal, I was not interested in watching it on my own. I was satisfied with my husbands 7-inch Penis. I admit it was difficult for me at first. Being a virgin on our wedding night I was not ready for sex when it happened. It was uncomfortable and actually took me almost a week before he was able to penetrate me fully for the entire duration of our sexual experience. It was pleasurable, but it did hurt. But soon I was able to take him with ease. I have never even thought about having sex with another man.
Sure Chetan is attractive. He is tall, handsome, and only a year older than me. But I have no desire for him. But I am becoming concerned that he may be having some inappropriate desires towards me. I decide that I need to be careful.
Things went about the same the rest of the week. Little double entendres here and there, and a casual touch on my arm or shoulder. Nothing too far, but it was still happening more and more often. Then, as we are wrapping up on Friday night he steps behind my chair and tells me how good a week it has been. Before I know what is happening he has his hands on my shoulders and is giving my neck and shoulders a massage. It feels so good and relaxing that I momentarily forget what is happening and enjoy the moment. Then it hits me and I quickly stand up.
"I need to leave." I tell him and make my way to the door. It doesn't help that as I head outside I realize that my panties are moist. How could I have responded in that way. I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Fortunately, Gopal is horny tonight and we make love, and I almost forget Chetan's hands rubbing me... almost.
Monday has gone by without anything out of the ordinary, much to my delight as I have been apprehensive throughout the day. Chetan has continued to look at me intensely at times, but has not said or done anything to make me feel uncomfortable. After lunch we received a large number of packages for an upcoming project. After the courier left I decide to move them into one of the back rooms. There are others in the office today, but the boxes are light so I don't see any need to ask for help. I stack them and then pick them up, realizing that they go over my head and might topple over before I get to the back. Chetan sees me and comes across the room.
"Let me help you with those, Vidya." He says.
Chetan closes the door and walks over to me, pleased at how the meeting had gone. "We did well today, Vidya. Thank you for all you did to help."
It was my pleasure, Chetan." I reply. I always feel uncomfortable using his first name, but he has long insisted that I do so, saying that he does not like to be called "Mister". So I comply with his request. He is the boss after all.
One of the files slips out of my hand and falls on the desk. Chetan reaches for it just as I do. His hand lands atop mine as I grab it. I notice that it lingers on my hand just a little too long before he pulls it away. As I turn away his left elbow softly rubs against my right breast. I step away, hoping that he did not notice anything but the feel of my saree. I see his dark eyes linger on my breasts and nearly blush at the thought of him realizing that he had touched me there.
I have been married to my husband, Gopal, for 18 years. We married when I was 18 and he was 22, and in my entire 36 years he has been the only man to caress my flesh, or even to see me naked. I assume that Chetan's touch was completely accidental.
We finish up and leave. Chetan walks outside with me. "See you tomorrow." I tell him as I begin walking away.
"Tomorrow indeed," he says. Then as I am walking away he follows up with, "I hate to see you leave but I love to watch you go."
I turn around, confused by the statement. He just smiles and continued watching me as I leave. I then wonder if he is referring to my ass. My husband always tells me that I have a great ass, but in my traditional Indian attire I assume that my 38-26-36 body is not that noticeable to reveal my butt that way. I pause, lingering at my reflection in a storefront window outside, and realize that perhaps it is easy to see my shape in this particular outfit. Perhaps I better wear a loser one in the future. Still, I can't really believe that Chetan really meant that.
I dare not say anything to my husband. No need in making him feel uncomfortable with this, especially since I'm certain that nothing was meant by it. Still, I have noticed that Chetan has been acting a little different lately. I have observed him staring at me in the office often. And he has made a few other comments that, individually may be innocent, but collectively they make me wonder what might be going through his mind. He is a married man and has said nothing to imply that he is not happy and satisfied with his relationship. And he knows just how loyal I am to Gopal.
The next day I planned to say something to him about it. But of course I am just too shy, so I do not dare to bring the subject up to him. Instead I just act like nothing has happened.
Then at noon he was picking up a document from me and said, "you are pretty firm still at your age."
When I looked at his quizzically he added, "I could feel how firm you are when I bumped up against you last night."
Instinctively I crossed my arms, covering my C-cup breasts as he smiled, unable to gather up the nerve to say anything.
"You know, I would love to have a chance to see just how they feel." He said.
"Please don't joke with me like that." I told him.
Chetan grinned and walked back to his office. But I swear it looked as if he was rubbing his crotch with his right hand as he did so. I caught myself wondering if he had an erection, then quickly dismissed that thought. Why would I even care about such a thing. The only penis I am concerned about is my husband's.
I have seen other penises on video. My husband introduced me to porn, and we sometimes watched it together. But while I found it erotic with Gopal, I was not interested in watching it on my own. I was satisfied with my husbands 7-inch Penis. I admit it was difficult for me at first. Being a virgin on our wedding night I was not ready for sex when it happened. It was uncomfortable and actually took me almost a week before he was able to penetrate me fully for the entire duration of our sexual experience. It was pleasurable, but it did hurt. But soon I was able to take him with ease. I have never even thought about having sex with another man.
Sure Chetan is attractive. He is tall, handsome, and only a year older than me. But I have no desire for him. But I am becoming concerned that he may be having some inappropriate desires towards me. I decide that I need to be careful.
Things went about the same the rest of the week. Little double entendres here and there, and a casual touch on my arm or shoulder. Nothing too far, but it was still happening more and more often. Then, as we are wrapping up on Friday night he steps behind my chair and tells me how good a week it has been. Before I know what is happening he has his hands on my shoulders and is giving my neck and shoulders a massage. It feels so good and relaxing that I momentarily forget what is happening and enjoy the moment. Then it hits me and I quickly stand up.
"I need to leave." I tell him and make my way to the door. It doesn't help that as I head outside I realize that my panties are moist. How could I have responded in that way. I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Fortunately, Gopal is horny tonight and we make love, and I almost forget Chetan's hands rubbing me... almost.
Monday has gone by without anything out of the ordinary, much to my delight as I have been apprehensive throughout the day. Chetan has continued to look at me intensely at times, but has not said or done anything to make me feel uncomfortable. After lunch we received a large number of packages for an upcoming project. After the courier left I decide to move them into one of the back rooms. There are others in the office today, but the boxes are light so I don't see any need to ask for help. I stack them and then pick them up, realizing that they go over my head and might topple over before I get to the back. Chetan sees me and comes across the room.
"Let me help you with those, Vidya." He says.
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