21-08-2025, 08:28 PM
The office days blended into a haze of routine and simmering tension, Nivi’s presence a constant spark that kept the air electric, her outfits teasing just enough to draw eyes without shouting.
Raghavan’s absence was a quiet void, his brief calls—voice low, promising “soon”—leaving her body warm but restless, the uncertainty stoking her fire. Fuck, his hold’s distant, making me crave, she thought, fingers pausing over her keyboard, thighs brushing together as she worked.
Mohan’s drops had become a ritual, his car a space for flirty banter, but his recent workload—meetings and reports piling up from Raghavan’s absence—disrupted the routine. He’d missed dropping her the past few evenings, rushing out apologies.
“Nivi, sorry—swamped with calls. Tomorrow?” he’d say, voice strained, eyes lingering on her hips as he hurried off.
She took the bus those days, the crowded ride a stark contrast to Mohan’s car—strangers’ glances, no playful exchanges. Fuck, the bus is dull—miss his hungry eyes, our naughty game, she thought, her body tingling as she swayed with the vehicle’s motion.
In between office moments, she’d mock him subtly, keeping their secret alive—a quiet text during a break: “Pants dry today, busy boy?” His replies were quick, embarrassed but playful: “Haha, saving it for you.” The teasing kept the spark burning, even as his workload pulled him away.
Fuck, mocking him’s fun—reminds me of my power, making him cum from just a kiss, she thought, a naughty thrill curling her lips.
One evening, as Nivi packed her files, Dinesh and Ashok approached her desk, Mohan still buried in a meeting. Dinesh leaned in, glasses glinting, voice teasing.
“Nivi, Mohan’s hogging drop duty, but he’s missing it now. Why not us? Bikes cut through traffic—fast, close.” His eyes flicked to her curves, a naughty glint implying the press of bodies.
Ashok nodded, his cuck stare subtle but burning, voice shy but eager. “Yeah, fair’s fair. We’re here—bikes are quicker than his car.” His gaze lingered, silent heat from their shared secret, but he stayed careful, no hint of it.
Nivi laughed, voice sultry, indirect, leaning forward, her kurti pulling taut subtly. “What’s this—both of you ganging up? No one-on-one, just sharing the ride?” Her tone was playful, naughty, eyes dancing between them.
Fuck, they’re jealous—wanting me pressed against them, bikes vibrating, she thought, her body warming, a thrill sparking.
“You two share everything like this? Rides, secrets... more?” Her words teased, implying heat without giving, her ass shifting as she stood, keeping it light but charged.
Dinesh grinned, stepping closer. “Sharing? If it means dropping you, hell yeah. Bike’s tight—wind, curves, you’d feel it.” His voice was naughty, eyes on her lips, hinting at closeness, her body against his.
Ashok shifted, voice softer. “Team effort, Nivi—don’t let Mohan have all the fun.”
His cuck eyes burned, but he played along, no push beyond the tease.
Fuck, they’re pushing—Dinesh bold, Ashok burning silent, she thought, her body alive with the game. “Careful, boys—bikes mean close quarters.
Think you can handle it without swerving?” she teased, voice low, turning to grab her bag, her hips swaying subtly.
The conversation danced, playful but indirect, laughter filling the air—Dinesh’s “We’d share the crash too!” and Ashok’s “Fair’s fair!”—but the heat lingered.
“Maybe next time—play for it,” she said, winking, leaving them buzzing.
Mohan caught up that evening, free from his workload, his car waiting. “Missed you—back to our rides,” he said, voice low, eyes hungry as she slid in.
The drive started with their usual flirty banter, Nivi’s mockery slipping in. “Not too busy to keep your pants dry, huh?” she teased, voice sultry, a naughty grin. Fuck, teasing him’s power—his cum from my kiss, my control, she thought, her body warming, ass shifting on the seat.
He laughed, flushed, but his eyes sparked.
“Oh, you’re playing dirty, Nivi. Think you’re the only one with control? Bet you can’t last a 20-minute nonstop kiss without breaking.” His voice was naughty, challenging, leaning closer at a stoplight.
“What’s your wager if you lose?”
Her heart raced, the thrill surging. Fuck, a challenge—20 minutes, his lips on mine, she thought, body heating, a bold streak flaring.
“Confident, huh? If I lose, you get... 20 minutes of my mouth, tomorrow—blowjob, same spot.” Her voice was sultry, daring, eyes locked on his. “But rules—no direct contact, no rubbing your cock with my body. Hands can wander, though.” Fuck, betting my mouth—naughty, dangerous, but I’ll win, she thought, her body buzzing with the stakes.
He grinned, nodding. “Deal—20 minutes, same spot, hands free to roam. Let’s see who breaks.” His tone was playful, but his eyes burned, hungry for the win.
They stopped at the secluded spot—trees shading, city distant, only the car’s lights casting a dim glow.
Mohan stepped out, opening her door, and Nivi jumped on him, legs wrapping his waist, lips crashing to his in a deep, hungry kiss. Fuck, his mouth—hot, wild, pushing me to the car door, she thought, breasts pressing his chest, ass against the metal, tongues brushing fiercely.
His hands roamed bold—squeezing her ass, sliding under her kurti, fingers tracing her waist, grazing her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples to hardness. She fought to win, using every trick—deepening the kiss, sucking his tongue, nipping his lip, hands pulling his hair, ass shifting to tease without breaking rules.
The kiss stretched, intense, her body on fire, Mohan’s cock hard against her thigh but not rubbing, his groans muffled. Fuck, he’s holding—hands on my tits, ass, but no direct contact, she thought, trying harder, lips fierce, tongue swirling, but time ticked. Her body burned, wanting to break, but she pushed—moaning into his mouth, fingers digging into his shoulders. At 20 minutes, Mohan pulled back, grinning, voice breathy.
“Time’s up—you didn’t break, but neither did I. You lose, Nivi.”
Fuck, I lost—20 minutes of my mouth tomorrow, she thought, her body buzzing, a mix of thrill and defeat.
“Fair’s fair,” she purred, voice sultry, stepping back, ass swaying as she got in the car.
“Tomorrow, then.” The chapter closed on her conflicted heat, Mohan’s victory a new claim, the bet’s promise looming.
Raghavan’s absence was a quiet void, his brief calls—voice low, promising “soon”—leaving her body warm but restless, the uncertainty stoking her fire. Fuck, his hold’s distant, making me crave, she thought, fingers pausing over her keyboard, thighs brushing together as she worked.
Mohan’s drops had become a ritual, his car a space for flirty banter, but his recent workload—meetings and reports piling up from Raghavan’s absence—disrupted the routine. He’d missed dropping her the past few evenings, rushing out apologies.
“Nivi, sorry—swamped with calls. Tomorrow?” he’d say, voice strained, eyes lingering on her hips as he hurried off.
She took the bus those days, the crowded ride a stark contrast to Mohan’s car—strangers’ glances, no playful exchanges. Fuck, the bus is dull—miss his hungry eyes, our naughty game, she thought, her body tingling as she swayed with the vehicle’s motion.
In between office moments, she’d mock him subtly, keeping their secret alive—a quiet text during a break: “Pants dry today, busy boy?” His replies were quick, embarrassed but playful: “Haha, saving it for you.” The teasing kept the spark burning, even as his workload pulled him away.
Fuck, mocking him’s fun—reminds me of my power, making him cum from just a kiss, she thought, a naughty thrill curling her lips.
One evening, as Nivi packed her files, Dinesh and Ashok approached her desk, Mohan still buried in a meeting. Dinesh leaned in, glasses glinting, voice teasing.
“Nivi, Mohan’s hogging drop duty, but he’s missing it now. Why not us? Bikes cut through traffic—fast, close.” His eyes flicked to her curves, a naughty glint implying the press of bodies.
Ashok nodded, his cuck stare subtle but burning, voice shy but eager. “Yeah, fair’s fair. We’re here—bikes are quicker than his car.” His gaze lingered, silent heat from their shared secret, but he stayed careful, no hint of it.
Nivi laughed, voice sultry, indirect, leaning forward, her kurti pulling taut subtly. “What’s this—both of you ganging up? No one-on-one, just sharing the ride?” Her tone was playful, naughty, eyes dancing between them.
Fuck, they’re jealous—wanting me pressed against them, bikes vibrating, she thought, her body warming, a thrill sparking.
“You two share everything like this? Rides, secrets... more?” Her words teased, implying heat without giving, her ass shifting as she stood, keeping it light but charged.
Dinesh grinned, stepping closer. “Sharing? If it means dropping you, hell yeah. Bike’s tight—wind, curves, you’d feel it.” His voice was naughty, eyes on her lips, hinting at closeness, her body against his.
Ashok shifted, voice softer. “Team effort, Nivi—don’t let Mohan have all the fun.”
His cuck eyes burned, but he played along, no push beyond the tease.
Fuck, they’re pushing—Dinesh bold, Ashok burning silent, she thought, her body alive with the game. “Careful, boys—bikes mean close quarters.
Think you can handle it without swerving?” she teased, voice low, turning to grab her bag, her hips swaying subtly.
The conversation danced, playful but indirect, laughter filling the air—Dinesh’s “We’d share the crash too!” and Ashok’s “Fair’s fair!”—but the heat lingered.
“Maybe next time—play for it,” she said, winking, leaving them buzzing.
Mohan caught up that evening, free from his workload, his car waiting. “Missed you—back to our rides,” he said, voice low, eyes hungry as she slid in.
The drive started with their usual flirty banter, Nivi’s mockery slipping in. “Not too busy to keep your pants dry, huh?” she teased, voice sultry, a naughty grin. Fuck, teasing him’s power—his cum from my kiss, my control, she thought, her body warming, ass shifting on the seat.
He laughed, flushed, but his eyes sparked.
“Oh, you’re playing dirty, Nivi. Think you’re the only one with control? Bet you can’t last a 20-minute nonstop kiss without breaking.” His voice was naughty, challenging, leaning closer at a stoplight.
“What’s your wager if you lose?”
Her heart raced, the thrill surging. Fuck, a challenge—20 minutes, his lips on mine, she thought, body heating, a bold streak flaring.
“Confident, huh? If I lose, you get... 20 minutes of my mouth, tomorrow—blowjob, same spot.” Her voice was sultry, daring, eyes locked on his. “But rules—no direct contact, no rubbing your cock with my body. Hands can wander, though.” Fuck, betting my mouth—naughty, dangerous, but I’ll win, she thought, her body buzzing with the stakes.
He grinned, nodding. “Deal—20 minutes, same spot, hands free to roam. Let’s see who breaks.” His tone was playful, but his eyes burned, hungry for the win.
They stopped at the secluded spot—trees shading, city distant, only the car’s lights casting a dim glow.
Mohan stepped out, opening her door, and Nivi jumped on him, legs wrapping his waist, lips crashing to his in a deep, hungry kiss. Fuck, his mouth—hot, wild, pushing me to the car door, she thought, breasts pressing his chest, ass against the metal, tongues brushing fiercely.
His hands roamed bold—squeezing her ass, sliding under her kurti, fingers tracing her waist, grazing her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples to hardness. She fought to win, using every trick—deepening the kiss, sucking his tongue, nipping his lip, hands pulling his hair, ass shifting to tease without breaking rules.
The kiss stretched, intense, her body on fire, Mohan’s cock hard against her thigh but not rubbing, his groans muffled. Fuck, he’s holding—hands on my tits, ass, but no direct contact, she thought, trying harder, lips fierce, tongue swirling, but time ticked. Her body burned, wanting to break, but she pushed—moaning into his mouth, fingers digging into his shoulders. At 20 minutes, Mohan pulled back, grinning, voice breathy.
“Time’s up—you didn’t break, but neither did I. You lose, Nivi.”
Fuck, I lost—20 minutes of my mouth tomorrow, she thought, her body buzzing, a mix of thrill and defeat.
“Fair’s fair,” she purred, voice sultry, stepping back, ass swaying as she got in the car.
“Tomorrow, then.” The chapter closed on her conflicted heat, Mohan’s victory a new claim, the bet’s promise looming.