Misc. Erotica A journey called life

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I booked a uber , waited at the reception and called Sanjay he is not answering. My uber has arrived I ran and got into the car, I dont know whether anybody noticed my braless boobs bounced while I ran to car. It is stil drizzling , I got inside the car. I called Mamta also she also hasnot answered. I was not sure what happened to both of them. I heard the driver calling me, I didn't know when I got slept. We reached the gate of the factory. Rain has stopped. I paid the driver and got down from the car. He gave a smile and left. The weather was little cool because of the drizzling and rains from morning.  I walked to security cabin looking for Chacha. He is not there.  I dont know his number call, the cabin is also locked. I looked through the cabin window saw a phone number . I called that number , it gave a message that number doesnot extist. I dont know when he will came or whether he will be back or not. 

I waited for a few minutes, walked around. I was getting impatient. With no other option, I decided to jump. The gate was just a little taller than me. I found a small wooden piece, stepped onto it, and with a determined effort, managed to pull myself to the top. Slowly, I swung my legs over to the other side and prepared to drop. That's when my skirt snagged, catching firmly on the gate. My feet touched the ground, but the hem of my skirt was stubbornly held, leaving me standing with my skirt hiked high above my waist, completely exposed. I tugged, tried every angle, but it wouldn't budge. There was only one option left: I had to duck down and peel the skirt off over my head. It was a slightly awkward maneuver, but I managed, finding myself standing in the profound silence, in the middle of nowhere, clad only in my pink panties and a T-shirt. As I tried to free my skirt from the gate, my phone started ringing I was startled to hear the phone sound, It was Sanjay. "What happened? Why did you call so many times?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. He'd been in a meeting, phone on silent, and seeing my calls had clearly scared him. He quickly added that the file Bernard was looking for should be in the office and he can guide me on that. He said good you picked up Bernard's  call it was very important that we share that export license document with them.  He told me to send it asap. He asked to walk inside the office and check the first shelf for a blue folder and give him a call.



I rushed towards the office, finding the main door locked. I opened it, and I started searching for something on the shelf. When it wasn't there, I moved to other cupboards, finally spotting a  blue folder tucked away in a drawer. I quickly snapped a picture of the documents inside and sent it to Sanjay for confirmation. "Yes, that's the one," he replied, and I immediately forwarded the image to Bernard. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I sank into the chair.

A shiver ran down my spine; the chair was surprisingly cold. Damn, I thought, realizing I'd left my skirt at the gate. Glancing out the window, I saw evidence of a good rain shower while I'd been busy in my search. Slowly, I stepped outside the door, looking for any movement. Seeing no one, I dashed towards the gate. My skirt, now thoroughly drenched and clinging to the metal, was stuck. As I started to climb the gate to retrieve it, my phone began to ring inside the office.

I had no choice but to sprint back, dressed only in my T-shirt and pink panties. In my haste, I stepped into a puddle, slipping and falling with a soft thud. The phone's ringing stopped, then started again as I scrambled to my feet and resumed my dash. By the time I reached my desk, the ringing had almost ceased, but I managed to snatch it on the very last ring. "Hello?" I gasped, still panting. It was Sanjay. Bernard had dropped a mail confirming he was able to process the license. He asked why I was panting, and I simply said I'd come running to pick up the call, leaving out the detail that I was standing there in nothing but my panties and Tshirt. 

The office floor, which was perfectly clean a few minutes ago, now had muddy footprints and water marks from my fall outside. My wet T-shirt, sticking to me like a second skin showing my nipple and my areola completely, was dripping constantly. Each drop added to the mess on the carpet. I quickly stepped out of the room; I needed to get my skirt from the gate. Even though my T-shirt was dirty, I put it back on because I didn't want to walk around without it.

When I got to the gate, I climbed over it. The cool metal felt strange against my skin. My skirt was finally free, but it had rust stains on it. I saw a tap on the wall and washed the skirt there. After a quick look around to make sure no one was watching, I pulled off my soaking T-shirt. So there I was, standing in just my light pink panties, right inside my husband's company compound. I had no other clothes to change into—everything was now wet. I hugged the wet clothes to my chest, trying to cover myself, as I walked back towards the office.

Suddenly, I heard a motorbike roaring, which made me freeze. I spun around, my heart pounding, relieved to see it was just a bike passing on the road outside. As I turned back, I noticed something at the entrance: a security camera. A shock went through me. I had walked past that camera so many times in just my panties, and even stood topless in front of it! Surely only Ranjith can see the CCTV footage, I hoped, feeling my face get hot. Who could I even ask about it? Back inside the office, there was another camera looking down from the ceiling. I suddenly felt very shy looking at the cameras, especially remembering the fact that I was  just walking around in front of them in just my panties.

I walked into the room and put my wet clothes in a corner to dry, then settled myself in a blind spot. Even though my panties were damp, I definitely didn't want to be completely naked in my husband's office without him around. Outside, it was still raining and pretty cold, so I knew I'd have to stay put until my clothes were dry. The locker where we kept designer clothes was locked by the store manager, and I didn't have the keys. I found a charger and plugged in my phone, scrolling through Instagram reels to pass the time.

Suddenly, Mamta called. I picked up, and she told me Renjith had woken up when she went there. Apparently, he'd seen a notification on his phone about some trespassing at the factory, picked up by motion detection. Then Mamta asked, "Why are you walking around naked there?" I was startled! "How do you know?" I asked, since I was sitting in a blind spot. She said Renjith had sent her a video of me. Because he's having temporary memory loss, he must not have recognized me and thought I was trespassing. Oh my god, my husband sent her a video of me naked from the CCTV! I quickly explained to Mamta what had really happened. She then asked, "Are you totally naked, then?" I said, "No, I have panties on." I asked her why she was asking since she'd seen the footage. She then sent me the video on WhatsApp, and it was me in my T-shirt and panties from before I fell. I felt a huge wave of relief. Then it hit me: who else might he have sent it to before Mamta? But Mamta quickly reassured me, "Don't worry, he didn't send it to anyone else. He knows you're my friend and wanted to check with me first what you were doing there." I felt so much better after that. 

Mamta then told me to call Renjith directly and tell him about the document request from Bernard. She hung up, then called back a couple of minutes later, this time on video. I disconnected and tried to audio call her back, but it failed. The third time, she called on video again. Feeling utterly embarrassed, even though I knew she might be messing with me and she'd seen me topless many times before, I finally answered. After a second's lag, the call connected, and there on the screen was Renjith, my husband.

He looked absolutely shell-shocked to see me topless in front of the camera. I could see him looking from side to side, calling out for Mamta, saying, "Look, this girl is naked in my office! What is she doing? Who is with her?" His eyes were fixed on my boobs; I could feel it. I felt so embarrassed, even though it was my own husband seeing me naked. But for him, I was a stranger now. His question about who I was with stung a little too.

Mamta quickly jumped in, "No, no, she got into an accident trying to save your company, and that's how she ended up naked there, poor girl. She did all these extremes for you and is standing there without a thread for you." I quickly interrupted, "No, I'm wearing a panty!" Both Mamta and Renjith burst out laughing at that. Then he asked, "How will you come from there? Chacha might be there," and so on. I told them I was waiting for my dress to get a little dry, then I could come in an Uber.

Renjith continued the conversation for a few more minutes, nothing major, but I felt like he just wanted to keep talking to keep seeing me naked like that. Then I heard Mamta tell Renjith it would be hard for him to be on the phone like that in bed. She offered to connect his mobile output to the hospital TV screen so he could see more clearly. I was terrified. Was she really planning to project my naked video onto the TV screen? What if a doctor or nurse walked in? I quickly made some excuses and disconnected the call.

I felt like I was having some kind of connection with Renjith, but I wasn't sure if it was just for me, or if for him, it was just the thrill of seeing a pretty girl naked. After I hung up, I stepped out from the blind spot and stood directly in front of the CCTV, knowing Renjith would be watching me. Almost immediately, I got another video call from Mamta. I knew it was Renjith making excuses to call me again. This time, I picked up the call, holding the phone slightly lower so he could see my boobs and navel.

On the screen, it was Mamta, and she exclaimed, "You silly girl, please cover up! This isn't your husband to give a show to!" I felt a flush of embarrassment. Then she asked, "You're out of the blind spot now, right?" I asked her how she knew, she said could see Renjith eagerly sticking on his mobile screen, watching intently. I felt butterflies in my stomach. Then she said, "Even her husband and the IT security guys might also have access, and you're giving a free nude show to them too." I just realized what a fool I am.

I must have dozed off in the chair, as I was suddenly woken by my phone ringing. It was Sanjay, on an audio call. He told me that Bernard had called, and they were happy with everything. Bernard had heard about Renjith's accident and wanted assurance from the nominee, which apparently was me. Renjith had made me second-in-charge without my knowledge. Sanjay said they just wanted to know who was running things and to thank me for getting the document to them on time, otherwise, they would've faced a huge fine. He added that they simply wanted to put a "face to a name."

A million thoughts raced through my mind: What face? Is this going to be a video call? Oh my god, I'm practically naked, how can I answer? I desperately wanted to tell Sanjay no, but I couldn't exactly blurt out that I was standing naked in the office. What if he accessed the CCTV to see me naked, even though I knew he'd seen me before? I still felt so shy. I asked him if it was really necessary, and he insisted, "Yes, it's very important. You don't know how much pressure we're under. Please be ready." Then he hung up.


"Please be ready." That phrase echoed in my mind, but ready with what? I didn't have any clothes to present myself. All I had was that cheap T-shirt, which was probably still wet and dirty despite my attempts to wash it. The call with Bernard could start in minutes, and I had nothing to wear. My eyes landed on a small, checked tablecloth. I pulled it from the table and dbangd it over my shoulders. It covered them, but barely, ending right where my bra cups would begin. I'd have to adjust my camera carefully so they only saw me from the shoulders up, hoping they'd think it was some kind of quirky dress.

I checked my camera angle and decided on my sitting position. Soon, the Zoom invite popped up. They started by expressing their sympathy for Renjith and then officially welcomed me onboard. The conversation then shifted to export and business, topics I wasn't very familiar with, but Sanjay handled all the questions. Most of the discussion was between them. My entire focus, however, was on that tiny towel on my shoulders. I felt incredibly shy and embarrassed, sitting naked in front of these two men. The conversation continued for another five minutes, then they wished me "all the best" and ended the call.

As I lifted my hands to wave goodbye, the towel slipped from my shoulders just as the call disconnected. For a split second, I saw Sanjay's mouth drop open. Bernard was almost off the screen, so he probably didn't notice. Knowing what Sanjay might do next, I quickly pulled off the towel and dbangd it over one of the CCTV cameras. I could see the camera moving side to side as it tried to adjust.

Suddenly, I had to pee urgently. I rushed to the washroom. While I was inside, I heard a loud noise from outside—it was Chacha, shouting, "Who the hell is inside? This is private property! How dare you! I'm calling the security officer!"

"Chacha, it's me, Shalini!" I called out. "I came here for an urgent call. You weren't here when I arrived, so I let myself in." He immediately calmed down. "Sorry, Madam, for shouting," he said, asking if I was alright. "I'm good, Chacha," I replied, "Can you get me some tea from the shop outside?" I needed him to leave so I could finally come out, otherwise I'd be stuck in there naked.

"Sure, Madam," he said. "The rain's almost over. I'll get you some snacks and tea." I heard his footsteps fade away. I waited another two minutes, then opened the door slightly to scan the room. Once I was sure he'd left, I stepped out. To my surprise, the tablecloth was back on the table. He must have taken it off the camera and put it there. Shit, I thought, I probably gave Sanjay, or whoever's watching the CCTV, a nice ass pose. I went to gather the clothes I'd left to dry, but they were gone. Not a single cloth remained. I checked if the wind had carried them away, but there was no wind inside the room.

I didn't know what to do. Chacha might be back in ten minutes. Should I go and hide somewhere? If I just disappeared, Chacha might get suspicious and search for me, or even call the security officer. I had no idea what to do. I didn't even have his number to call and tell him I was leaving, but how would I leave in just these thin pink panties? It felt like everything was going dark around me. I just sat back down in the chair.

Maybe I could tell Chacha that he'd accidentally left with the clothes I was wearing. If I was lucky, he'd have them and could give them back to me. If he hadn't taken them, then who had? And if it was someone else, had they seen me naked too? So many questions raced through my mind. Finally, I concluded that I had no other option than to tell Chacha I was stark naked. "Please don't come in," I'd say, "bring me some dress instead of snacks." I couldn't exactly cover my nudity with a bag of chips. I gathered all my courage to tell him all this.

Then I heard the distinct sound of an autorickshaw pulling up – the ultimate moment for me to be naked in front of Chacha. A rush of emotions flooded my mind. I sat on the chair, covering my eyes with my hands. I didn't want to see his face, or his expression, when he saw me naked. I could hear the autorickshaw pulling away and footsteps approaching. The inevitable moment was here, to reveal my nudity to old Chacha. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. It's just a body, after all. Animals and birds don't cover themselves. Just don't make a fuss, I told myself. Walk up to him casually and say, "Hey, how are you? How do I look? Why are you staring like that, haven't you seen a woman before?" I could hear Chacha singing a song: "Choli ke peeche kya hai." In my mind, I thought, What a song to sing. I don't even have a choli for him to ask about. I just gathered all my courage as the footsteps got closer. I heard the sound of the door opening. I squeezed my eyes shut and cupped my breasts with my hands.

Then I heard a voice: "Chacha, can you check whether the tap outside is closed?"

It was Mamta! I felt instantly relieved. I opened my eyes, barely able to believe it was her. She looked at me and said, "Shameless girl, you're still naked? Oh no, you are wearing a panty." She was playfully teasing me. Seeing her, a huge weight lifted. She handed me a cover, and inside was a frock. I quickly grabbed the dress from the cover and turned away to put it on. She playfully shouted at me, "Now she's shy? All these hours you were naked, attended business calls, sent out the servant to get tea! When I come and give you some clothes to cover up, now you're feeling shy! You are a shameless drama girl!" she teased. I didn't even wear the dress properly; I just dropped it, ran to her, hugged her, kissed her on the cheeks, and said, "Thanks! Please, let me wear something!" I pulled on the dress. It was very short, barely reaching my mid-thighs, but it was definitely better than being naked. It had a zip down the front, right to my navel. Then she said, "This is Renjith's selection." I asked, "How come?" Mamta replied that she'd sent a few pictures to Renjith to choose from, and he had picked this one. It was him who sent Mamta to buy me clothes because I was naked.

Mamta took my couple pics , I gave her a look she said its for Renjith. I gave little pose to her lifting little of my frock to show more thighs. Thats when the Chacha walked in. He was staring at me, his gaze sweeping over my body in the short dress. I couldn't help but imagine his reaction if he'd arrived just a minute before Mamta, seeing me completely bare with naked boobs and a thin transparent panty. He might have had a heart attack. Mamta noticed his lingering stare and told Chacha to get a cab for us to go back. He left with a rather sad expression.

Then, I heard a few notifications ping. Mamta had posted the photos she'd taken in a group chat where we were all present. "Why did you post them in the group? Sanjay might see them!" I asked. She mumbled an apology, saying it was a mistake, and started furiously deleting them. But she only deleted them for herself, so my photo in the white frock was now visible to everyone in the group.

Soon enough, Sanjay sent a "Wow" message, asking, "You changed that red dress? You were looking good in that too." Which red dress? I thought, then realized he was talking about the tablecloth I'd used during the call.

By then, Chacha had arrived with an autorickshaw. I made sure I had the blue folder with me, and we both got into the vehicle. I leaned against Mamta's lap and drifted off to sleep. As I slept, the hem of my frock rode up, revealing a good amount of my wheat thighs and the edges of my pink panty to the autorickshaw driver and people on the street. Oblivious, I slept soundly.