16-08-2025, 04:47 PM
Chapter 13: Bonds and Whispers
Coimbatore’s evening market buzzed with energy as Nivi and the gang stepped out of the office, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over stalls piled with fresh curry leaves and gleaming steel utensils.
The office had been a whirlwind of deadlines, but Dinesh had suggested a quick trip to buy supplies—notebooks, pens, a new coffee maker for the break room. “Nivi, you’re the tiebreaker,” he’d said at lunch, grinning. “Pick the good stuff, or Ashwin’ll get us glitter pens.”
The outing felt like a break from routine, and Nivi’s green kurti, snug against her curves, carried the spark from the boutique—those kurtis waiting at home, each one a promise of the bolder her she’d unveil on salary day. Her thoughts, once curious about being noticed, now burned hotter, her pussy tingling at the idea of the gang’s eyes on her new look, their cocks stirring when she strutted in, tits and ass commanding the room
. Anand’s whiskey-soaked silence was a fading echo; here, she was alive, her confidence a growing flame.
But as they weaved through the market, the air thick with the scent of roasting corn and jasmine garlands, Nivi felt a sudden wave of heat between her thighs, her pussy getting wet so quickly it caught her off guard. Why am I reacting like this? It's been so long since I felt excited—dry, untouched, ignored by Anand for years. These new desires, this exploration...
they're making me extremely horny, overwhelming me, but I want to understand them, to dive in. A young vendor glanced her way, his eyes lingering on her hips before he turned back to his fruit cart. The look sent a jolt through her, her clit aching softly, a faint dampness starting in her panties. They’re seeing me, not just the old Nivi, she thought, trying to make sense of the urge surging through her.
At a stationery stall, Ashwin haggled over pens, his voice booming. “Nivi, back me up—blue ink’s better than black, right?” His grin was wide, but his eyes flicked to her chest, the kurti pulling tight as she reached for a sample.
Dinesh smirked, adjusting his glasses. “Careful, Ashwin, you’re distracted. Nivi’s got you picking sparkly ones already.” His tone carried a naughty edge, his gaze sliding to her waist, implying more than he said. Her pussy pulsed, the tease making her wetter, but she paused internally: Why is this turning me on so fast? It's like my body's waking up after being starved, these urges confusing but thrilling—I need to figure them out.
Ashok, trailing behind, clutched a notebook, his shy eyes locked on her as she turned to check prices. He’s picturing my tits in that emerald kurti, his cock hard, helpless, she thought, her pussy clenching, a fresh wave of heat soaking her panties. “What do you think, Ashok?” she asked, her voice low, playful, leaning closer to show a hint of her neckline. “Good deal?”
He flushed, stammering. “Y-yeah, looks good.” The group laughed, but the air crackled, their banter laced with unspoken desire.
Back at the office, the canteen hummed with gossip. Two junior accountants at a corner table whispered, their eyes darting to Nivi: “She’s different now… that walk, those curves.”
The words hit her like a spark, her nipples hardening under her kurti, her pussy aching as she imagined the office’s buzz with her name. They’re talking about my tits, my ass, wanting me, she thought, the explicit thought sending a gush to her core.
But why am I getting so wet from this? Anand left me dry for years—no excitement, no touch. These new explorations are making me horny beyond control; I have to understand these urges, embrace them.
Saritha and Lakshmi waved her over, their smiles warm but teasing. “Nivi, you’re causing a stir,” Saritha said, grinning. “The boys can’t stop talking about you.”
Lakshmi nodded, eyes gleaming. “You’re not just back—you’re stealing the show, girl.” Nivi sat, crossing her legs, the kurti tight against her curves.
Their support grounded her, but the gossip fueled her heat, her pussy wet with the thrill of being the office’s obsession.
Mid-afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office, the door shutting softly. He leaned back, his eyes tracing her—breasts, waist, hips—with a hunger that made her clit pulse.
“Nivi, you’re carrying yourself differently,” he said, voice low, rough. “That confidence—it’s magnetic. Still holding off on those kurtis?” He leaned closer, his gaze on her neckline, the air thick with tension.
She stepped nearer, hips swaying, her boldness from the boutique pushing her. “Saving them for salary day, sir,” she said, leaning on his desk, her breasts subtly outlined. “I want them to see the real me—bold, like you said. The crimson slits, the chiffon—they’ll notice everything.” Her pussy throbbed, wet with anticipation, imagining his cock hard under the desk, wanting her tits, her ass. Why is my pussy dripping so fast? she wondered, the dryness from Anand's neglect hitting her—starved for excitement, now these urges are flooding me, confusing but irresistible.
He smiled, eyes dark. “They’ll notice, Nivi. You’re already stirring whispers out there.” He nodded toward the glass, where a junior accountant glanced her way, whispering to a colleague about “Nivi’s new vibe.” The gossip made her pussy drip, her panties soaked. “Keep them waiting,” he added, his voice a low growl. “Make them want more.”
“I will, sir,” she said, her tone teasing, eyes locked on his. He’s hard, imagining fucking my tits, bending me over, she thought, her pussy aching as she walked out, hips swaying, knowing his eyes followed.
That evening, the gang lingered at the tea station, their banter naughtier. “Nivi, this treat better be big,” Ashwin said, winking. “You’re hyping it too much.” Dinesh leaned in, smirking. “Yeah, that glow’s dangerous.
Hope it’s as good as you look today.” The implication sent a fresh gush to her pussy, her clit begging for friction. Ashok’s shy stare burned, his hands shaky.
He’d cum just seeing me in those slits, she thought, her thoughts fully explicit now, her boldness blazing. Why am I this horny? Anand left me dry—no sex, no spark. These new desires are overwhelming, but I crave understanding them, exploring every urge.
At home, her mother-in-law caught her glow. “You’re shining, dear,” she said, stirring sambar. “Work’s waking you up.” Nivi nodded, her pussy still warm, thoughts of salary day—tits out, ass swaying, cocks begging—making her ready to own the office’s desire.
Continues...
Coimbatore’s evening market buzzed with energy as Nivi and the gang stepped out of the office, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over stalls piled with fresh curry leaves and gleaming steel utensils.
The office had been a whirlwind of deadlines, but Dinesh had suggested a quick trip to buy supplies—notebooks, pens, a new coffee maker for the break room. “Nivi, you’re the tiebreaker,” he’d said at lunch, grinning. “Pick the good stuff, or Ashwin’ll get us glitter pens.”
The outing felt like a break from routine, and Nivi’s green kurti, snug against her curves, carried the spark from the boutique—those kurtis waiting at home, each one a promise of the bolder her she’d unveil on salary day. Her thoughts, once curious about being noticed, now burned hotter, her pussy tingling at the idea of the gang’s eyes on her new look, their cocks stirring when she strutted in, tits and ass commanding the room
. Anand’s whiskey-soaked silence was a fading echo; here, she was alive, her confidence a growing flame.
But as they weaved through the market, the air thick with the scent of roasting corn and jasmine garlands, Nivi felt a sudden wave of heat between her thighs, her pussy getting wet so quickly it caught her off guard. Why am I reacting like this? It's been so long since I felt excited—dry, untouched, ignored by Anand for years. These new desires, this exploration...
they're making me extremely horny, overwhelming me, but I want to understand them, to dive in. A young vendor glanced her way, his eyes lingering on her hips before he turned back to his fruit cart. The look sent a jolt through her, her clit aching softly, a faint dampness starting in her panties. They’re seeing me, not just the old Nivi, she thought, trying to make sense of the urge surging through her.
At a stationery stall, Ashwin haggled over pens, his voice booming. “Nivi, back me up—blue ink’s better than black, right?” His grin was wide, but his eyes flicked to her chest, the kurti pulling tight as she reached for a sample.
Dinesh smirked, adjusting his glasses. “Careful, Ashwin, you’re distracted. Nivi’s got you picking sparkly ones already.” His tone carried a naughty edge, his gaze sliding to her waist, implying more than he said. Her pussy pulsed, the tease making her wetter, but she paused internally: Why is this turning me on so fast? It's like my body's waking up after being starved, these urges confusing but thrilling—I need to figure them out.
Ashok, trailing behind, clutched a notebook, his shy eyes locked on her as she turned to check prices. He’s picturing my tits in that emerald kurti, his cock hard, helpless, she thought, her pussy clenching, a fresh wave of heat soaking her panties. “What do you think, Ashok?” she asked, her voice low, playful, leaning closer to show a hint of her neckline. “Good deal?”
He flushed, stammering. “Y-yeah, looks good.” The group laughed, but the air crackled, their banter laced with unspoken desire.
Back at the office, the canteen hummed with gossip. Two junior accountants at a corner table whispered, their eyes darting to Nivi: “She’s different now… that walk, those curves.”
The words hit her like a spark, her nipples hardening under her kurti, her pussy aching as she imagined the office’s buzz with her name. They’re talking about my tits, my ass, wanting me, she thought, the explicit thought sending a gush to her core.
But why am I getting so wet from this? Anand left me dry for years—no excitement, no touch. These new explorations are making me horny beyond control; I have to understand these urges, embrace them.
Saritha and Lakshmi waved her over, their smiles warm but teasing. “Nivi, you’re causing a stir,” Saritha said, grinning. “The boys can’t stop talking about you.”
Lakshmi nodded, eyes gleaming. “You’re not just back—you’re stealing the show, girl.” Nivi sat, crossing her legs, the kurti tight against her curves.
Their support grounded her, but the gossip fueled her heat, her pussy wet with the thrill of being the office’s obsession.
Mid-afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office, the door shutting softly. He leaned back, his eyes tracing her—breasts, waist, hips—with a hunger that made her clit pulse.
“Nivi, you’re carrying yourself differently,” he said, voice low, rough. “That confidence—it’s magnetic. Still holding off on those kurtis?” He leaned closer, his gaze on her neckline, the air thick with tension.
She stepped nearer, hips swaying, her boldness from the boutique pushing her. “Saving them for salary day, sir,” she said, leaning on his desk, her breasts subtly outlined. “I want them to see the real me—bold, like you said. The crimson slits, the chiffon—they’ll notice everything.” Her pussy throbbed, wet with anticipation, imagining his cock hard under the desk, wanting her tits, her ass. Why is my pussy dripping so fast? she wondered, the dryness from Anand's neglect hitting her—starved for excitement, now these urges are flooding me, confusing but irresistible.
He smiled, eyes dark. “They’ll notice, Nivi. You’re already stirring whispers out there.” He nodded toward the glass, where a junior accountant glanced her way, whispering to a colleague about “Nivi’s new vibe.” The gossip made her pussy drip, her panties soaked. “Keep them waiting,” he added, his voice a low growl. “Make them want more.”
“I will, sir,” she said, her tone teasing, eyes locked on his. He’s hard, imagining fucking my tits, bending me over, she thought, her pussy aching as she walked out, hips swaying, knowing his eyes followed.
That evening, the gang lingered at the tea station, their banter naughtier. “Nivi, this treat better be big,” Ashwin said, winking. “You’re hyping it too much.” Dinesh leaned in, smirking. “Yeah, that glow’s dangerous.
Hope it’s as good as you look today.” The implication sent a fresh gush to her pussy, her clit begging for friction. Ashok’s shy stare burned, his hands shaky.
He’d cum just seeing me in those slits, she thought, her thoughts fully explicit now, her boldness blazing. Why am I this horny? Anand left me dry—no sex, no spark. These new desires are overwhelming, but I crave understanding them, exploring every urge.
At home, her mother-in-law caught her glow. “You’re shining, dear,” she said, stirring sambar. “Work’s waking you up.” Nivi nodded, her pussy still warm, thoughts of salary day—tits out, ass swaying, cocks begging—making her ready to own the office’s desire.
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