16-08-2025, 04:52 PM
Chapter 15: Day Two - The Crimson Tease
Tuesday morning pulsed with heat as Nivi glided into the office, the crimson kurti with high side slits clinging to her curves like a second skin.
The fabric hugged her full breasts, teasing their shape, while the slits flashed her thick thighs with each step, her leggings tight, accentuating her hips and round ass. From the front, she was sleek, professional, her face serene; from behind, she was a wildfire, her body a deliberate tease.
Her pussy sparked as she crossed the office doors, already wet from imagining the gang’s eyes on her, their cocks stirring. Why is my body craving this so much? she wondered, her mind racing to keep up. It’s like I’m waking up to myself, my curves, my power—after years of fading, these urges are taking over, and I don’t know how to stop them. The boutique with Raghavan had unleashed her, each kurti a key to her rediscovered allure, and she craved the office’s reaction, her body leading the charge.
The office stilled, heads turning—Ashwin’s grin sharpening, Dinesh’s coffee cup frozen, Ashok’s shy stare wide. A junior clerk by the printer paused, eyes on her thighs before he dropped his files.
The attention sent a jolt to her pussy, her panties dampening fast. Why am I so turned on already? My body’s alive, hungry for their looks, she thought, grappling with the urges driving her. She adjusted her dupatta, letting it slip to tease her neckline, her nipples hardening.
At the tea station, the gang swarmed, their banter lively with a naughty edge. Ashwin leaned close, tossing a biscuit. “Nivi, those slits are deadly—look at you, all curves now!” He grinned, eyes on her thighs. “Remember when you were stick-thin, blending into the walls? Now you’re killing us.”
Dinesh smirked, glasses glinting. “Yeah, you used to be all bones, Nivi. Now that kurti’s showing off… everything.” His tone teased, implying desire, his gaze lingering on her hips. Her pussy pulsed, the playful mockery sparking her heat.
Why is my body reacting like this? Their words make me wet, like I’m discovering my own skin, she thought, her urges overwhelming.
Ashok flushed, eyes on her slits. “It’s… really nice,” he mumbled, hands shaky. He’s picturing me naked, his cock hard, she thought, her pussy clenching, panties soaked. “Enjoying the treat, boys?” she purred, leaning to pour tea, the slits flashing thigh.
“Day two’s better than lunch, right?” Their laughter crackled, but their stares were hungry, cocks likely twitching.
Mohan, the senior accountant, joined them, his confident smile sharp. “Nivi, you’re turning this place upside down,” he said, his voice smooth, eyes tracing her curves. He stood close, his arm brushing hers as he grabbed a cup, sending a spark to her core.
“Those slits are trouble.” His tone was suggestive, and her pussy ached. He’s getting closer, wants my thighs, my ass, she thought, her body driving her. At a work table later, Mohan paired with her on a client report, his shoulder grazing hers as they reviewed numbers.
“You’re sharp, Nivi,” he said softly. “Lean on me if home gets heavy—heard it’s been tough.” His support warmed her, his closeness electric, pulling her in.
In the lunchroom, gossip buzzed. Two clerks whispered: “Nivi’s new look—those slits! And always with Raghavan or Mohan now.” The words made her nipples ache, her pussy dripping. They’re talking about my tits, my ass, she thought, her body urging her on.
Why am I so horny for this? It’s like my body’s alive for the first time, and I can’t control it. Saritha and Lakshmi waved her over, grinning. “Nivi, you’re the office star,” Saritha teased.
“Those boys are useless today.” Lakshmi added, “Keep shining, girl.” Nivi sat, crossing her legs, the slits teasing thigh, her pussy wet with their support and the gossip’s thrill.
Mid-afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office, his voice steady but eyes dark, raking her—tits, thighs, ass—as she strutted in, slits flashing.
“Nivi,” he said, leaning forward, “the crimson’s a killer. Those slits… they’re teasing everyone.” His gaze lingered on her thighs, and her pussy burned, soaked panties sticking. He’s hard, imagining fucking me, she thought, her body in charge.
“Like it, sir?” she teased, leaning on his desk, the kurti tight, slits parting. He handed her a file, his fingers lingering on hers, the contact sparking her clit. “You’re owning this place,” he murmured, his voice a growl. “Keep them burning.” Gossip swirled outside—a clerk whispering, “Nivi’s in with the boss again, look at her”—and her pussy dripped, her body thriving on the attention.
Later, Mohan caught her by the break room, offering to carry her files.
“You’re doing great, Nivi,” he said, his hand brushing her arm, eyes on her curves. “If Anand’s stressing you out, I’m here—work or otherwise.” His support felt personal, his closeness stirring her pussy.
Why is my body so out of control? she thought, her urges wild. Anand ignored me; now Mohan’s touch, Raghavan’s eyes—they’re waking me up, and I need more.
At home, her mother-in-law smiled, stirring rasam.
“You’re glowing, dear. Work’s bringing you back.” Nivi nodded, her pussy warm, thoughts of tomorrow—tits teasing, thighs flashing, cocks begging—driving her, her body leading her into the unknown.
Continues...
Tuesday morning pulsed with heat as Nivi glided into the office, the crimson kurti with high side slits clinging to her curves like a second skin.
The fabric hugged her full breasts, teasing their shape, while the slits flashed her thick thighs with each step, her leggings tight, accentuating her hips and round ass. From the front, she was sleek, professional, her face serene; from behind, she was a wildfire, her body a deliberate tease.
Her pussy sparked as she crossed the office doors, already wet from imagining the gang’s eyes on her, their cocks stirring. Why is my body craving this so much? she wondered, her mind racing to keep up. It’s like I’m waking up to myself, my curves, my power—after years of fading, these urges are taking over, and I don’t know how to stop them. The boutique with Raghavan had unleashed her, each kurti a key to her rediscovered allure, and she craved the office’s reaction, her body leading the charge.
The office stilled, heads turning—Ashwin’s grin sharpening, Dinesh’s coffee cup frozen, Ashok’s shy stare wide. A junior clerk by the printer paused, eyes on her thighs before he dropped his files.
The attention sent a jolt to her pussy, her panties dampening fast. Why am I so turned on already? My body’s alive, hungry for their looks, she thought, grappling with the urges driving her. She adjusted her dupatta, letting it slip to tease her neckline, her nipples hardening.
At the tea station, the gang swarmed, their banter lively with a naughty edge. Ashwin leaned close, tossing a biscuit. “Nivi, those slits are deadly—look at you, all curves now!” He grinned, eyes on her thighs. “Remember when you were stick-thin, blending into the walls? Now you’re killing us.”
Dinesh smirked, glasses glinting. “Yeah, you used to be all bones, Nivi. Now that kurti’s showing off… everything.” His tone teased, implying desire, his gaze lingering on her hips. Her pussy pulsed, the playful mockery sparking her heat.
Why is my body reacting like this? Their words make me wet, like I’m discovering my own skin, she thought, her urges overwhelming.
Ashok flushed, eyes on her slits. “It’s… really nice,” he mumbled, hands shaky. He’s picturing me naked, his cock hard, she thought, her pussy clenching, panties soaked. “Enjoying the treat, boys?” she purred, leaning to pour tea, the slits flashing thigh.
“Day two’s better than lunch, right?” Their laughter crackled, but their stares were hungry, cocks likely twitching.
Mohan, the senior accountant, joined them, his confident smile sharp. “Nivi, you’re turning this place upside down,” he said, his voice smooth, eyes tracing her curves. He stood close, his arm brushing hers as he grabbed a cup, sending a spark to her core.
“Those slits are trouble.” His tone was suggestive, and her pussy ached. He’s getting closer, wants my thighs, my ass, she thought, her body driving her. At a work table later, Mohan paired with her on a client report, his shoulder grazing hers as they reviewed numbers.
“You’re sharp, Nivi,” he said softly. “Lean on me if home gets heavy—heard it’s been tough.” His support warmed her, his closeness electric, pulling her in.
In the lunchroom, gossip buzzed. Two clerks whispered: “Nivi’s new look—those slits! And always with Raghavan or Mohan now.” The words made her nipples ache, her pussy dripping. They’re talking about my tits, my ass, she thought, her body urging her on.
Why am I so horny for this? It’s like my body’s alive for the first time, and I can’t control it. Saritha and Lakshmi waved her over, grinning. “Nivi, you’re the office star,” Saritha teased.
“Those boys are useless today.” Lakshmi added, “Keep shining, girl.” Nivi sat, crossing her legs, the slits teasing thigh, her pussy wet with their support and the gossip’s thrill.
Mid-afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office, his voice steady but eyes dark, raking her—tits, thighs, ass—as she strutted in, slits flashing.
“Nivi,” he said, leaning forward, “the crimson’s a killer. Those slits… they’re teasing everyone.” His gaze lingered on her thighs, and her pussy burned, soaked panties sticking. He’s hard, imagining fucking me, she thought, her body in charge.
“Like it, sir?” she teased, leaning on his desk, the kurti tight, slits parting. He handed her a file, his fingers lingering on hers, the contact sparking her clit. “You’re owning this place,” he murmured, his voice a growl. “Keep them burning.” Gossip swirled outside—a clerk whispering, “Nivi’s in with the boss again, look at her”—and her pussy dripped, her body thriving on the attention.
Later, Mohan caught her by the break room, offering to carry her files.
“You’re doing great, Nivi,” he said, his hand brushing her arm, eyes on her curves. “If Anand’s stressing you out, I’m here—work or otherwise.” His support felt personal, his closeness stirring her pussy.
Why is my body so out of control? she thought, her urges wild. Anand ignored me; now Mohan’s touch, Raghavan’s eyes—they’re waking me up, and I need more.
At home, her mother-in-law smiled, stirring rasam.
“You’re glowing, dear. Work’s bringing you back.” Nivi nodded, her pussy warm, thoughts of tomorrow—tits teasing, thighs flashing, cocks begging—driving her, her body leading her into the unknown.
Continues...
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