12-06-2025, 09:51 PM
I glanced around, making sure no one was watching too closely. Then, with a slow, deliberate touch, I gently pulled the edge of my saree blouse sleeve just enough to reveal a sliver of my black bra strap resting against my smooth shoulder.
My fingers lingered there as I typed back, my heart fluttering with a secret thrill:
“If my black bra is dangerous, imagine what else I’m hiding… Waiting for you to find out.”
I hit send and allowed myself a small, satisfied smile. The forbidden game had begun — right here in the middle of the meeting room, where every glance and gesture was laced with quiet seduction.
His message popped up on my phone screen, sending a delicious chill through me:
"Those lips of yours, Sudha… I keep imagining them pressed against mine, soft, warm, and hungry. Tell me, are they thinking of me too?"
My breath caught. Just the thought made my heart race and cheeks flush.
I typed back slowly, savoring each word:
"My lips? Maybe they’ve been naughty today, slipping smiles your way when no one’s watching… but you’ll have to come closer to find out if they really want you."
A small thrill danced through me as I sent the message, imagining how his eyes would darken reading it.
His reply came almost instantly, words dripping with desire:
"Naughty lips like yours are dangerous, Sudha. I’m aching to taste every inch, to feel them tremble beneath mine. Just imagining your smile makes my pulse race."
I felt heat flood my cheeks as I read his message. My fingers trembled slightly as I typed back:
"If only you were here… I’d show you just how much my lips want you — with every kiss, every sigh."
The phone buzzed again:
"Soon, my Sudha. Soon, after the meeting, I’ll have you all to myself. Until then, keep teasing me — your every word is like a flame I can’t resist."
I swallowed hard, the room around me fading away for a moment as I imagined his hands, his lips, the hunger in his eyes.
His message arrived almost instantly, bold and teasing:
"Tell me, Sudha… are you wearing those black panties I love right now?"
I felt heat rush to my cheeks but couldn’t resist replying:
"Yes… soft, delicate, and just for you. They cling to me like a secret only you’re allowed to know."
A moment later, his response blinked on the screen:
"That thought alone has me imagining you right here, right now… the way those panties hug your curves, tempting me to pull them off."
I bit my lip, fingers trembling slightly as I typed back:
"If only you were here… maybe I’d let you find out just how wet I am."
His reply was immediate, low and hungry:
"Sudha, you have no idea how badly I want you."
My fingers hovered over the keyboard, heart pounding, as I typed back slowly:
"You’re making it impossible to focus on this meeting... but maybe that’s the point."
He didn’t miss a beat:
"Good. Because I want you distracted — thinking only of me. Tell me, Sudha, what would you do if I were there, right beside you?"
I smiled to myself, the thrill electric through my veins.
"I’d press myself against you, let my hands explore every inch, and whisper all the things I’ve been too afraid to say."
His reply came fast and hot:
"I want to hear every one of those whispers. Soon, Sudha. Soon."
I glanced around the room, careful no one noticed the flush rising to my cheeks.
"Until then… you’ll just have to imagine."
The message buzzed on my phone, the words dripping with desire:
"Sudha, stand up and walk slowly to the corner of the room. I want to see you — every graceful step, every curve."
My pulse quickened, but I dared not resist. Slipping my phone into my purse, I rose, heart pounding as I moved with deliberate slowness. The black bra strap peeked teasingly from beneath my white blouse, the soft sway of my hips undeniable.
I caught his gaze flickering from the corner of the room — hungry, eager — and I felt a flush of power in the knowing. My steps were measured but sensual, each movement a silent promise only he could read.
A quick text buzzed again:
"Perfect, Sudha. You’re driving me wild already. Keep moving, don’t stop."
I smiled to myself, enjoying this dangerous game — the thrill of being seen, desired, and in control all at once.
As I moved toward the corner, the cool fabric of my saree brushing softly against my skin, I caught sight of one of the MLAs sitting nearby. His eyes weren’t on the speaker or the papers in front of him — they were fixed on the delicate curve of my navel, just visible where my saree was dbangd low, below my waist.
A flicker of heat surged through me. I felt the weight of his gaze like a touch, igniting a secret thrill. His eyes traced the outline of my bare skin, daring and hungry, and I realized how much power I held in this moment — both as a woman and as a politician.
My breath hitched slightly. The room was filled with serious faces and hushed discussions, but here I was, the center of a silent, electric storm. I let my eyes meet his for a brief second — a bold, teasing glance — before turning away, letting my saree sway sensuously as I settled back into my seat.
A small smile played at my lips. The game had just begun.
Ignoring the MLA’s lingering gaze, I pulled out my phone beneath the conference table, my fingers trembling slightly with excitement. My thoughts were nowhere near the dry discussions unfolding around me — instead, they drifted to the Party Leader, to his hungry eyes, and the promise of what awaited.
I typed slowly, deliberately:
“My black panties… they’re soaked, just thinking about you.”
A brief pause. Then, his reply buzzed almost instantly:
“You’re driving me insane, Sudha. Tell me everything — how wet are you? Can you feel me?”
I smiled to myself, my cheeks flushing as I replied:
“So wet... I can barely keep still. Every thought of you is like fire.”
The thrill of this secret conversation beneath the eyes of so many added to the delicious tension. My saree clung softly to my hips, but beneath, I was aflame — a woman playing with power in every sense.
His message came almost instantly, low and urgent:
“I want you to stand up and slowly walk to the corner of the room, Sudha. Let me see you—let me watch every curve, every move.”
My breath hitched, the thrill of being watched sending shivers down my spine. Glancing discreetly around, I spotted the MLA still stealing glances at my navel, but I ignored him — my focus was elsewhere, tangled in desire and danger.
With a coy smile, I slowly stood, the soft rustle of my saree like a whispered promise. Every step to the corner was deliberate, sensual — the sway of my hips, the tease of my black bra strap peeking beneath the white blouse. My heart thundered in my chest as I texted him:
“Look closely. This is just for you.”
My fingers trembled slightly, but the fire burning inside me made every second worth the risk.
My phone vibrated fiercely, the screen lighting up with a message that seemed to pulse with need:
“Sudha, don’t wait till the meeting ends. Go now—immediately—to the adjacent office room. It’s empty. Wait for me there. Only your black bra and panties. No saree, no blouse. Just you.”
My breath caught. The command was sharp, desperate—urgent. His hunger for me spilled across the distance, reaching through the phone, igniting a thrill I couldn’t resist.
My fingers trembled slightly as I replied:
“I’m on my way. Just for you.”
A wave of heat surged through me as I slipped my saree from my shoulders, the fabric falling softly as I made my way to the empty room. Alone, exposed, vulnerable—and yet, intoxicatingly powerful.
The corridor was silent, the muted hum of distant voices fading as I neared the empty office room. My heart raced, each beat echoing the tension and thrill swirling inside me.
I closed the door behind me, the faint click a seal between the world outside and the secret I was about to live. Standing there, I felt the weight of my saree pulling gently against my skin. Slowly, deliberately, I slid the pleats down from my waist, feeling the cool air kiss the bare skin of my thighs as the fabric slipped away, and I removed my White Saree with Red and Black Party colour border and placed it on a chair.
Just the beginning, I whispered to myself, a shiver tracing a path along my spine.
With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned my White blouse, heart pounding as the first button gave way. The silky fabric loosened, revealing the familiar curve of my Black Bra beneath. I paused, my fingertips grazing the delicate strap, savoring the softness and the promise it held.
He will see every inch, every secret, I thought, my breath catching in my throat.
The blouse slipped off my shoulders like a whisper, pooling silently at my feet. Then, with a slow, almost reverent motion, I untied the knot of my white petticoat at the waist. The cool air brushed my skin again as it fell, leaving me standing in just my black bra and panties.
So exposed. So alive.
I ran a hand through my hair, steadying the wild flutter of nerves and excitement. The thought of him—waiting, watching, wanting—made my pulse race hotter than the summer sun.
Come soon, I murmured, my voice barely a breath, I’m yours.
My fingers lingered there as I typed back, my heart fluttering with a secret thrill:
“If my black bra is dangerous, imagine what else I’m hiding… Waiting for you to find out.”
I hit send and allowed myself a small, satisfied smile. The forbidden game had begun — right here in the middle of the meeting room, where every glance and gesture was laced with quiet seduction.
His message popped up on my phone screen, sending a delicious chill through me:
"Those lips of yours, Sudha… I keep imagining them pressed against mine, soft, warm, and hungry. Tell me, are they thinking of me too?"
My breath caught. Just the thought made my heart race and cheeks flush.
I typed back slowly, savoring each word:
"My lips? Maybe they’ve been naughty today, slipping smiles your way when no one’s watching… but you’ll have to come closer to find out if they really want you."
A small thrill danced through me as I sent the message, imagining how his eyes would darken reading it.
His reply came almost instantly, words dripping with desire:
"Naughty lips like yours are dangerous, Sudha. I’m aching to taste every inch, to feel them tremble beneath mine. Just imagining your smile makes my pulse race."
I felt heat flood my cheeks as I read his message. My fingers trembled slightly as I typed back:
"If only you were here… I’d show you just how much my lips want you — with every kiss, every sigh."
The phone buzzed again:
"Soon, my Sudha. Soon, after the meeting, I’ll have you all to myself. Until then, keep teasing me — your every word is like a flame I can’t resist."
I swallowed hard, the room around me fading away for a moment as I imagined his hands, his lips, the hunger in his eyes.
His message arrived almost instantly, bold and teasing:
"Tell me, Sudha… are you wearing those black panties I love right now?"
I felt heat rush to my cheeks but couldn’t resist replying:
"Yes… soft, delicate, and just for you. They cling to me like a secret only you’re allowed to know."
A moment later, his response blinked on the screen:
"That thought alone has me imagining you right here, right now… the way those panties hug your curves, tempting me to pull them off."
I bit my lip, fingers trembling slightly as I typed back:
"If only you were here… maybe I’d let you find out just how wet I am."
His reply was immediate, low and hungry:
"Sudha, you have no idea how badly I want you."
My fingers hovered over the keyboard, heart pounding, as I typed back slowly:
"You’re making it impossible to focus on this meeting... but maybe that’s the point."
He didn’t miss a beat:
"Good. Because I want you distracted — thinking only of me. Tell me, Sudha, what would you do if I were there, right beside you?"
I smiled to myself, the thrill electric through my veins.
"I’d press myself against you, let my hands explore every inch, and whisper all the things I’ve been too afraid to say."
His reply came fast and hot:
"I want to hear every one of those whispers. Soon, Sudha. Soon."
I glanced around the room, careful no one noticed the flush rising to my cheeks.
"Until then… you’ll just have to imagine."
The message buzzed on my phone, the words dripping with desire:
"Sudha, stand up and walk slowly to the corner of the room. I want to see you — every graceful step, every curve."
My pulse quickened, but I dared not resist. Slipping my phone into my purse, I rose, heart pounding as I moved with deliberate slowness. The black bra strap peeked teasingly from beneath my white blouse, the soft sway of my hips undeniable.
I caught his gaze flickering from the corner of the room — hungry, eager — and I felt a flush of power in the knowing. My steps were measured but sensual, each movement a silent promise only he could read.
A quick text buzzed again:
"Perfect, Sudha. You’re driving me wild already. Keep moving, don’t stop."
I smiled to myself, enjoying this dangerous game — the thrill of being seen, desired, and in control all at once.
As I moved toward the corner, the cool fabric of my saree brushing softly against my skin, I caught sight of one of the MLAs sitting nearby. His eyes weren’t on the speaker or the papers in front of him — they were fixed on the delicate curve of my navel, just visible where my saree was dbangd low, below my waist.
A flicker of heat surged through me. I felt the weight of his gaze like a touch, igniting a secret thrill. His eyes traced the outline of my bare skin, daring and hungry, and I realized how much power I held in this moment — both as a woman and as a politician.
My breath hitched slightly. The room was filled with serious faces and hushed discussions, but here I was, the center of a silent, electric storm. I let my eyes meet his for a brief second — a bold, teasing glance — before turning away, letting my saree sway sensuously as I settled back into my seat.
A small smile played at my lips. The game had just begun.
Ignoring the MLA’s lingering gaze, I pulled out my phone beneath the conference table, my fingers trembling slightly with excitement. My thoughts were nowhere near the dry discussions unfolding around me — instead, they drifted to the Party Leader, to his hungry eyes, and the promise of what awaited.
I typed slowly, deliberately:
“My black panties… they’re soaked, just thinking about you.”
A brief pause. Then, his reply buzzed almost instantly:
“You’re driving me insane, Sudha. Tell me everything — how wet are you? Can you feel me?”
I smiled to myself, my cheeks flushing as I replied:
“So wet... I can barely keep still. Every thought of you is like fire.”
The thrill of this secret conversation beneath the eyes of so many added to the delicious tension. My saree clung softly to my hips, but beneath, I was aflame — a woman playing with power in every sense.
His message came almost instantly, low and urgent:
“I want you to stand up and slowly walk to the corner of the room, Sudha. Let me see you—let me watch every curve, every move.”
My breath hitched, the thrill of being watched sending shivers down my spine. Glancing discreetly around, I spotted the MLA still stealing glances at my navel, but I ignored him — my focus was elsewhere, tangled in desire and danger.
With a coy smile, I slowly stood, the soft rustle of my saree like a whispered promise. Every step to the corner was deliberate, sensual — the sway of my hips, the tease of my black bra strap peeking beneath the white blouse. My heart thundered in my chest as I texted him:
“Look closely. This is just for you.”
My fingers trembled slightly, but the fire burning inside me made every second worth the risk.
My phone vibrated fiercely, the screen lighting up with a message that seemed to pulse with need:
“Sudha, don’t wait till the meeting ends. Go now—immediately—to the adjacent office room. It’s empty. Wait for me there. Only your black bra and panties. No saree, no blouse. Just you.”
My breath caught. The command was sharp, desperate—urgent. His hunger for me spilled across the distance, reaching through the phone, igniting a thrill I couldn’t resist.
My fingers trembled slightly as I replied:
“I’m on my way. Just for you.”
A wave of heat surged through me as I slipped my saree from my shoulders, the fabric falling softly as I made my way to the empty room. Alone, exposed, vulnerable—and yet, intoxicatingly powerful.
The corridor was silent, the muted hum of distant voices fading as I neared the empty office room. My heart raced, each beat echoing the tension and thrill swirling inside me.
I closed the door behind me, the faint click a seal between the world outside and the secret I was about to live. Standing there, I felt the weight of my saree pulling gently against my skin. Slowly, deliberately, I slid the pleats down from my waist, feeling the cool air kiss the bare skin of my thighs as the fabric slipped away, and I removed my White Saree with Red and Black Party colour border and placed it on a chair.
Just the beginning, I whispered to myself, a shiver tracing a path along my spine.
With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned my White blouse, heart pounding as the first button gave way. The silky fabric loosened, revealing the familiar curve of my Black Bra beneath. I paused, my fingertips grazing the delicate strap, savoring the softness and the promise it held.
He will see every inch, every secret, I thought, my breath catching in my throat.
The blouse slipped off my shoulders like a whisper, pooling silently at my feet. Then, with a slow, almost reverent motion, I untied the knot of my white petticoat at the waist. The cool air brushed my skin again as it fell, leaving me standing in just my black bra and panties.
So exposed. So alive.
I ran a hand through my hair, steadying the wild flutter of nerves and excitement. The thought of him—waiting, watching, wanting—made my pulse race hotter than the summer sun.
Come soon, I murmured, my voice barely a breath, I’m yours.
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