16-08-2025, 04:59 PM
Chapter 18: Day Five - The White Chiffon Temptation
Friday pulsed with a charged energy as Nivi prepared for the office, the white chiffon kurti dbangd over her curves like a whisper of seduction.
The semi-transparent fabric teased shadows of her full breasts, the embroidered details barely concealing her nipples as they hardened in the morning air.
The kurti flowed with each movement, hinting at her hips and round ass, her leggings clinging tight, amplifying her sway. This was day five, the finale of her unveiling, and Nivi intended to test everyone—the gang, Raghavan, Mohan—pushing their reactions to see how far her new fire could burn. Her pussy surged as she dressed, wet from the thrill of her plan.
Why am I so driven to push them? she thought, her mind embracing her new truth. The shopping with Raghavan set me free—my body’s alive, claiming this desire, and I want this life over Anand’s empty one. I’m done hiding; I’m testing them all today.
The boutique had ignited her, and she was ready to own her vibrant world.
The team was scheduled for an off-site client presentation at a textile firm across Coimbatore, the morning alive with the city’s bustle—vendors shouting for fresh bananas, the scent of roasting corn mingling with jasmine garlands.
Nivi stepped into the client’s sleek office, the gang trailing her, their eyes widening as her chiffon caught the light.
Ashwin’s grin froze, Dinesh’s notepad slipped, Ashok’s shy stare trembled.
A client staffer by the reception paused, eyes tracing her sheer kurti before fumbling his files. Her pussy sparked, panties dampening fast.
They’re hooked, and I’m testing how much they want me, she thought, her body leading, her mind set on her new identity. She let her dupatta slip, teasing her curves, nipples hardening.
In the presentation room, the gang set up, the air thick with anticipation and the hum of ceiling fans. Nivi stood to explain a budget slide, her chiffon fluttering as she moved, slits teasing her thighs. Ashwin leaned back, grinning.
“Nivi, this kurti’s a showstopper—way past the skinny days, huh? You’re owning every inch now.” His tone was naughty, eyes lingering on her chest, implying desire.
Dinesh smirked, glasses glinting. “Yeah, you were all bones before. This chiffon’s got us all distracted.” His gaze hinted at want, sparking her pussy. I’m pushing them, and they’re breaking, she thought, her urges surging.
Ashok mumbled, face red, “It’s… perfect.” His eyes were glued to her, and she thought, He’s picturing fucking me, his cock throbbing. Her pussy clenched, panties soaked.
Mohan sat beside her, his confident smile sharp. “Nivi, you’re stealing the client’s focus,” he said, voice smooth, leaning close, his hand brushing hers as he adjusted a slide. “This look’s lethal.”
His tone was suggestive, and her pussy flared. He’s after my curves, she thought. During a break, Mohan stayed near, helping her organize handouts, their shoulders touching.
“You’re killing it, Nivi,” he whispered. “Anand’s not seeing you? I’m here, always.” His support felt warm, his closeness electric, pulling her deeper into her desire to test him.
As they left the client’s office, a market vendor unloading crates glanced her way, eyes on her chiffon, fueling her fire.
Back at the office, Saritha and Lakshmi cornered her in the break room, their faces stern. “Nivi, you’re stunning, but slow down,” Saritha warned, voice low. “Raghavan and Mohan are too close—the office is buzzing, saying you’re playing with fire. That chiffon’s dangerous, and they’re eating it up.” Lakshmi nodded, worried.
“You’re shining, but they might want more than you’re ready for. Be careful.” The warning sent a jolt through Nivi, her nipples tightening, her pussy dripping. They’re gossiping about my curves, my ties, she thought. I’m testing them, and I want this life, not Anand’s dull one.
Two accountants whispered nearby: “Nivi’s chiffon—she’s with Raghavan and Mohan too much.” Her pussy surged, thriving on the gossip. I’m claiming this, she thought, her mentality set.
Mid-afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office for a debrief, the door shutting softly. His eyes devoured her—tits, hips, ass—as she strutted in, chiffon fluttering.
“Nivi,” he said, standing, voice low, rough.
“This chiffon’s a masterpiece—those shadows show your fire.” He stepped closer, the air thick, his gaze on her nipples teasing through the fabric.
“You’ve owned this week, turned this place upside down.” His voice was a growl, his hand grazing her arm as he handed her a file, fingers lingering, pulling her closer.
Her pussy blazed, soaked panties sticking. He’s hard, picturing fucking my curves, she thought, her body screaming for more. “Glad you like it, sir,” she teased, leaning on his desk, chiffon teasing her curves, her voice bold.
“I wanted to test everyone—see how they’d react.” She stepped nearer, their faces inches apart, his breath warm on her lips. His hand slid to her waist, fingers pressing into her curve, his eyes locked on hers. “You’re more than they can handle,” he murmured, leaning in, his lips brushing hers in a near-kiss, the tension snapping as his hand tightened, her pussy throbbing, begging for more.
“I can’t stop thinking about you—your fire, your body,” he whispered, his mouth hovering.
A sharp knock broke the moment, a clerk bursting in with urgent papers. Raghavan stepped back, clearing his throat, but the near-kiss seared into Nivi, her pussy dripping, her body alive.
That moment—I’m done with Anand’s empty life; this is what I want, she thought, her mentality fully shifted. She left, hips swaying, knowing his eyes followed.
Gossip exploded—a clerk whispering, “Nivi and the boss, almost caught in there!”—and her pussy surged, thriving. Later, Mohan caught her by the coffee machine, offering to carry her files.
“Nivi, you’re unreal,” he said, his hand grazing her arm, eyes on her chiffon. “Anand’s blind—I’m not.” His closeness sent a gush to her pussy. I’m testing them all, living this fire, she thought, her new desires her truth.
At home, her mother-in-law smiled, stirring sambar. “You’re radiant, dear. Work’s your spark.” Nivi nodded, her pussy warm, thoughts of the week—curves teasing, eyes begging—cementing her new life over her old, dull one.
Continues....
Friday pulsed with a charged energy as Nivi prepared for the office, the white chiffon kurti dbangd over her curves like a whisper of seduction.
The semi-transparent fabric teased shadows of her full breasts, the embroidered details barely concealing her nipples as they hardened in the morning air.
The kurti flowed with each movement, hinting at her hips and round ass, her leggings clinging tight, amplifying her sway. This was day five, the finale of her unveiling, and Nivi intended to test everyone—the gang, Raghavan, Mohan—pushing their reactions to see how far her new fire could burn. Her pussy surged as she dressed, wet from the thrill of her plan.
Why am I so driven to push them? she thought, her mind embracing her new truth. The shopping with Raghavan set me free—my body’s alive, claiming this desire, and I want this life over Anand’s empty one. I’m done hiding; I’m testing them all today.
The boutique had ignited her, and she was ready to own her vibrant world.
The team was scheduled for an off-site client presentation at a textile firm across Coimbatore, the morning alive with the city’s bustle—vendors shouting for fresh bananas, the scent of roasting corn mingling with jasmine garlands.
Nivi stepped into the client’s sleek office, the gang trailing her, their eyes widening as her chiffon caught the light.
Ashwin’s grin froze, Dinesh’s notepad slipped, Ashok’s shy stare trembled.
A client staffer by the reception paused, eyes tracing her sheer kurti before fumbling his files. Her pussy sparked, panties dampening fast.
They’re hooked, and I’m testing how much they want me, she thought, her body leading, her mind set on her new identity. She let her dupatta slip, teasing her curves, nipples hardening.
In the presentation room, the gang set up, the air thick with anticipation and the hum of ceiling fans. Nivi stood to explain a budget slide, her chiffon fluttering as she moved, slits teasing her thighs. Ashwin leaned back, grinning.
“Nivi, this kurti’s a showstopper—way past the skinny days, huh? You’re owning every inch now.” His tone was naughty, eyes lingering on her chest, implying desire.
Dinesh smirked, glasses glinting. “Yeah, you were all bones before. This chiffon’s got us all distracted.” His gaze hinted at want, sparking her pussy. I’m pushing them, and they’re breaking, she thought, her urges surging.
Ashok mumbled, face red, “It’s… perfect.” His eyes were glued to her, and she thought, He’s picturing fucking me, his cock throbbing. Her pussy clenched, panties soaked.
Mohan sat beside her, his confident smile sharp. “Nivi, you’re stealing the client’s focus,” he said, voice smooth, leaning close, his hand brushing hers as he adjusted a slide. “This look’s lethal.”
His tone was suggestive, and her pussy flared. He’s after my curves, she thought. During a break, Mohan stayed near, helping her organize handouts, their shoulders touching.
“You’re killing it, Nivi,” he whispered. “Anand’s not seeing you? I’m here, always.” His support felt warm, his closeness electric, pulling her deeper into her desire to test him.
As they left the client’s office, a market vendor unloading crates glanced her way, eyes on her chiffon, fueling her fire.
Back at the office, Saritha and Lakshmi cornered her in the break room, their faces stern. “Nivi, you’re stunning, but slow down,” Saritha warned, voice low. “Raghavan and Mohan are too close—the office is buzzing, saying you’re playing with fire. That chiffon’s dangerous, and they’re eating it up.” Lakshmi nodded, worried.
“You’re shining, but they might want more than you’re ready for. Be careful.” The warning sent a jolt through Nivi, her nipples tightening, her pussy dripping. They’re gossiping about my curves, my ties, she thought. I’m testing them, and I want this life, not Anand’s dull one.
Two accountants whispered nearby: “Nivi’s chiffon—she’s with Raghavan and Mohan too much.” Her pussy surged, thriving on the gossip. I’m claiming this, she thought, her mentality set.
Mid-afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office for a debrief, the door shutting softly. His eyes devoured her—tits, hips, ass—as she strutted in, chiffon fluttering.
“Nivi,” he said, standing, voice low, rough.
“This chiffon’s a masterpiece—those shadows show your fire.” He stepped closer, the air thick, his gaze on her nipples teasing through the fabric.
“You’ve owned this week, turned this place upside down.” His voice was a growl, his hand grazing her arm as he handed her a file, fingers lingering, pulling her closer.
Her pussy blazed, soaked panties sticking. He’s hard, picturing fucking my curves, she thought, her body screaming for more. “Glad you like it, sir,” she teased, leaning on his desk, chiffon teasing her curves, her voice bold.
“I wanted to test everyone—see how they’d react.” She stepped nearer, their faces inches apart, his breath warm on her lips. His hand slid to her waist, fingers pressing into her curve, his eyes locked on hers. “You’re more than they can handle,” he murmured, leaning in, his lips brushing hers in a near-kiss, the tension snapping as his hand tightened, her pussy throbbing, begging for more.
“I can’t stop thinking about you—your fire, your body,” he whispered, his mouth hovering.
A sharp knock broke the moment, a clerk bursting in with urgent papers. Raghavan stepped back, clearing his throat, but the near-kiss seared into Nivi, her pussy dripping, her body alive.
That moment—I’m done with Anand’s empty life; this is what I want, she thought, her mentality fully shifted. She left, hips swaying, knowing his eyes followed.
Gossip exploded—a clerk whispering, “Nivi and the boss, almost caught in there!”—and her pussy surged, thriving. Later, Mohan caught her by the coffee machine, offering to carry her files.
“Nivi, you’re unreal,” he said, his hand grazing her arm, eyes on her chiffon. “Anand’s blind—I’m not.” His closeness sent a gush to her pussy. I’m testing them all, living this fire, she thought, her new desires her truth.
At home, her mother-in-law smiled, stirring sambar. “You’re radiant, dear. Work’s your spark.” Nivi nodded, her pussy warm, thoughts of the week—curves teasing, eyes begging—cementing her new life over her old, dull one.
Continues....