16-08-2025, 04:54 PM
Chapter 16: Day Three - The Black Back-Cut Blaze
Wednesday dawned with a vibrant energy as Nivi stepped into the office, the black kurti with its daring deep back-cut clinging to her curves like a whispered challenge.
The fabric hugged her full breasts, accentuating their shape, while the exposed spine dipped low, teasing the smooth skin above her ass. Her leggings gripped her hips, her ass swaying with each step.
From the front, she was sleek, professional; from behind, she was a provocation, her bare back a magnet for eyes. Her pussy ignited as she crossed the office threshold, wet from the anticipation of the gang’s stares, their cocks stirring under their desks.
Why is my body so alive now? she wondered, her mind struggling to keep up. It’s like I’m rediscovering my own desire, unleashed by those kurtis, Raghavan’s eyes. My urges are running wild, and I’m trying to understand what I crave.
The boutique had awakened her, each piece a spark to her newfound power, her body leading her into uncharted heat.
The office hushed, eyes snapping to her—Ashwin’s grin faltering, Dinesh’s pen dropping, Ashok’s shy stare trembling. A junior staffer by the filing cabinet paused, his gaze lingering on her exposed back before he fumbled his folders.
The attention sent a spark through her pussy, her panties dampening fast. Why am I so turned on by their looks? My body’s craving this, taking over, she thought, grappling with the desire driving her. She adjusted her dupatta, letting it slip to tease her back, her nipples hardening under the fabric.
Mid-morning, Dinesh suggested a coffee break outside.
“Let’s hit that new cafe across the street,” he said, smirking.
“Nivi’s killing us with these looks—need fresh air.” The gang agreed, and they stepped into Coimbatore’s bustling streets, the air thick with the scent of filter coffee and frying vadas.
At the cafe, a small open-air spot with wooden tables, a waiter glanced at Nivi, his eyes catching her bare back before he hurried off. Her pussy pulsed, the stranger’s look fueling her fire.
At their table, the banter turned naughty. Ashwin leaned back, grinning. “Nivi, that back-cut’s unfair—you’re not the skinny kid anymore, are you? Those curves are a knockout.”
His eyes lingered on her spine, implying more.
Dinesh chuckled, glasses glinting. “Yeah, you were all elbows back then. Now? This kurti’s got us all messed up.” His tone teased, his gaze on her hips hinting at desire.
Her pussy burned, their mockery sparking her heat. Why is my body reacting so much? Their words make me wet, like I’m owning my skin for the first time, she thought, her urges surging.
Ashok mumbled, face red, “It’s… stunning.” His eyes were glued to her back, and she thought, He’s imagining fucking me, his cock throbbing, helpless. Her pussy clenched, panties soaked.
Mohan slid into the seat beside her, his confident smile sharp. “Nivi, you’re rewriting the office vibe,” he said, his voice smooth, leaning close enough for his arm to brush hers.
“This kurti’s dangerous—shows off everything.” His tone was suggestive, and her pussy ached. He’s pushing closer, wants my ass, my tits, she thought, her body driving her. During a work review later, Mohan stayed by her side, their shoulders touching as they checked spreadsheets.
“You’re killing it, Nivi,” he said softly. “And if home’s weighing you down, I’m here—anytime.” His support felt warm, personal, his closeness igniting her core.
Back at the office, gossip swirled in the lunchroom.
Two accountants whispered: “Nivi’s new kurtis—and always with Raghavan or Mohan. Something’s up.” The words made her nipples tighten, her pussy dripping. They’re obsessed with my curves, she thought, her body urging her on. Why am I so horny for this? It’s like my body’s awake, craving every stare. Saritha and Lakshmi waved her over, grinning.
“Nivi, you’re unstoppable,” Saritha teased. “The boys are tripping over their own feet.” Lakshmi added, “Keep burning, girl.” Nivi sat, crossing her legs, her back exposed, her pussy wet with their support and the gossip’s thrill.
Mid-afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office, his voice calm but eyes dark, devouring her—tits, back, ass—as she strutted in, slits flashing.
“Nivi,” he said, leaning forward, “that back-cut’s a weapon. Shows your fire.” His gaze lingered on her spine, and her pussy ignited, soaked panties sticking.
He’s hard, picturing his hands on my back, fucking me, she thought, her body in charge. Why am I so wet from his eyes? I’m discovering my desire, and it’s too much to control.
“Like it, sir?” she teased, leaning on his desk, the kurti tight, back arching to tease her spine. He handed her a report, his fingers brushing hers, lingering.
“You’re owning this place,” he murmured, his voice a growl. “Keep them burning.” Gossip buzzed outside—a clerk whispering, “Nivi’s with the boss again, that kurti!”—and her pussy dripped, her body thriving.
Later, Mohan caught her by the coffee machine, offering to refill her cup. “Nivi, you’re something else,” he said, his hand grazing her arm, eyes on her curves.
“If Anand’s not seeing you, I will—work or not.” His closeness sent a gush to her pussy, her body leading. Why is my body so alive? Mohan’s touch, Raghavan’s eyes—they’re driving me wild, she thought, her urges a wildfire, ready for tomorrow’s blaze.
Continues...
Wednesday dawned with a vibrant energy as Nivi stepped into the office, the black kurti with its daring deep back-cut clinging to her curves like a whispered challenge.
The fabric hugged her full breasts, accentuating their shape, while the exposed spine dipped low, teasing the smooth skin above her ass. Her leggings gripped her hips, her ass swaying with each step.
From the front, she was sleek, professional; from behind, she was a provocation, her bare back a magnet for eyes. Her pussy ignited as she crossed the office threshold, wet from the anticipation of the gang’s stares, their cocks stirring under their desks.
Why is my body so alive now? she wondered, her mind struggling to keep up. It’s like I’m rediscovering my own desire, unleashed by those kurtis, Raghavan’s eyes. My urges are running wild, and I’m trying to understand what I crave.
The boutique had awakened her, each piece a spark to her newfound power, her body leading her into uncharted heat.
The office hushed, eyes snapping to her—Ashwin’s grin faltering, Dinesh’s pen dropping, Ashok’s shy stare trembling. A junior staffer by the filing cabinet paused, his gaze lingering on her exposed back before he fumbled his folders.
The attention sent a spark through her pussy, her panties dampening fast. Why am I so turned on by their looks? My body’s craving this, taking over, she thought, grappling with the desire driving her. She adjusted her dupatta, letting it slip to tease her back, her nipples hardening under the fabric.
Mid-morning, Dinesh suggested a coffee break outside.
“Let’s hit that new cafe across the street,” he said, smirking.
“Nivi’s killing us with these looks—need fresh air.” The gang agreed, and they stepped into Coimbatore’s bustling streets, the air thick with the scent of filter coffee and frying vadas.
At the cafe, a small open-air spot with wooden tables, a waiter glanced at Nivi, his eyes catching her bare back before he hurried off. Her pussy pulsed, the stranger’s look fueling her fire.
At their table, the banter turned naughty. Ashwin leaned back, grinning. “Nivi, that back-cut’s unfair—you’re not the skinny kid anymore, are you? Those curves are a knockout.”
His eyes lingered on her spine, implying more.
Dinesh chuckled, glasses glinting. “Yeah, you were all elbows back then. Now? This kurti’s got us all messed up.” His tone teased, his gaze on her hips hinting at desire.
Her pussy burned, their mockery sparking her heat. Why is my body reacting so much? Their words make me wet, like I’m owning my skin for the first time, she thought, her urges surging.
Ashok mumbled, face red, “It’s… stunning.” His eyes were glued to her back, and she thought, He’s imagining fucking me, his cock throbbing, helpless. Her pussy clenched, panties soaked.
Mohan slid into the seat beside her, his confident smile sharp. “Nivi, you’re rewriting the office vibe,” he said, his voice smooth, leaning close enough for his arm to brush hers.
“This kurti’s dangerous—shows off everything.” His tone was suggestive, and her pussy ached. He’s pushing closer, wants my ass, my tits, she thought, her body driving her. During a work review later, Mohan stayed by her side, their shoulders touching as they checked spreadsheets.
“You’re killing it, Nivi,” he said softly. “And if home’s weighing you down, I’m here—anytime.” His support felt warm, personal, his closeness igniting her core.
Back at the office, gossip swirled in the lunchroom.
Two accountants whispered: “Nivi’s new kurtis—and always with Raghavan or Mohan. Something’s up.” The words made her nipples tighten, her pussy dripping. They’re obsessed with my curves, she thought, her body urging her on. Why am I so horny for this? It’s like my body’s awake, craving every stare. Saritha and Lakshmi waved her over, grinning.
“Nivi, you’re unstoppable,” Saritha teased. “The boys are tripping over their own feet.” Lakshmi added, “Keep burning, girl.” Nivi sat, crossing her legs, her back exposed, her pussy wet with their support and the gossip’s thrill.
Mid-afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office, his voice calm but eyes dark, devouring her—tits, back, ass—as she strutted in, slits flashing.
“Nivi,” he said, leaning forward, “that back-cut’s a weapon. Shows your fire.” His gaze lingered on her spine, and her pussy ignited, soaked panties sticking.
He’s hard, picturing his hands on my back, fucking me, she thought, her body in charge. Why am I so wet from his eyes? I’m discovering my desire, and it’s too much to control.
“Like it, sir?” she teased, leaning on his desk, the kurti tight, back arching to tease her spine. He handed her a report, his fingers brushing hers, lingering.
“You’re owning this place,” he murmured, his voice a growl. “Keep them burning.” Gossip buzzed outside—a clerk whispering, “Nivi’s with the boss again, that kurti!”—and her pussy dripped, her body thriving.
Later, Mohan caught her by the coffee machine, offering to refill her cup. “Nivi, you’re something else,” he said, his hand grazing her arm, eyes on her curves.
“If Anand’s not seeing you, I will—work or not.” His closeness sent a gush to her pussy, her body leading. Why is my body so alive? Mohan’s touch, Raghavan’s eyes—they’re driving me wild, she thought, her urges a wildfire, ready for tomorrow’s blaze.
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