29-03-2026, 11:59 AM
Meera was the kind of girl who made every man turn his head twice. She had a beautiful round face, big innocent eyes that sparkled like morning dew, and a small straight nose that looked perfect on her fair wheatish skin. Her lips were full and naturally pink. But what really made people stare was her body. Everything about her was just right – full breasts that sat high and firm, a narrow waist, wide hips, and long smooth thighs that looked soft even under clothes. She was 26 now, but she still carried that simple village glow.
She was born and raised in a small Kerala village near Kozhikode. Back there, she always wore churidar – loose and modest. After marriage to Ajay two years ago, everything changed. Ajay was an income tax officer, honest and straight-forward, but he loved seeing his wife look a little modern. He gently insisted she start wearing kurti and leggings instead of churidar. Meera loved him so much that she agreed, even though she felt shy. The leggings were stretchy and thin. They hugged her thighs tightly, showing the exact shape of her legs and the soft curve where her thighs met her round buttocks. Every time she walked, the fabric stretched over her bottom and she never liked the figure hugging leggings but she loved Ajay a lot would do anything to make him happy. At home she felt safe wearing Ajay’s loose white T-shirts and a simple wraparound skirt that reached her knees. No tight clothes, no worry.
But at the wood-trading mill where she worked as accountant, there was no escape.
The mill owner was Thomas sir, a 58-year-old man everyone called “uncle.” Meera saw him exactly like that – a friendly uncle who gave her the job because she was good with numbers. Thomas is a simple businessman yet very rich and he knows how to run his business, he wore simple clothes he always wore a linen shirt and mund always. But whenever Meera entered his office, the mundu would suddenly stand out in front like a tent. Because Thomas had a massive hard-on the moment he saw her.
He had been fantasizing about Meera since the day she joined. He loved how her tight kurti stretched over her big breasts, how the deep round neck sometimes showed the soft upper curves of her cleavage. He always wanted to peek under her kurti. He peeked once or twice on few occasions but she always wore camisole under her kurti. He never got a very good visual.Summer was getting hotter and her office space don't have A/C only Thomas's cabin is airconditioned. The other men used to undo first 2 buttons in hot and used to work. She wass complaining to Ajay you guys are lucky in summer. Ajay told her you skip wearing camisole she felt like ayye without camisole ? I never stepped outside without that. He said its ok almost on one wears it these days. She too agreed. then she asked how do you know shameless. They both laughed. She finally decided to ditch camisole she was careful first 2 days to check if anybody stared she didn't notice anyone or she didn't recognise anyone. Thomas uncle who was on leave 2 days came back and he quickly realised a missing layer in her clothing. Her bra outline was always visible under the thin kurti fabric – two clear round cups holding those heavy mango-shaped breasts. The sight made his cock throb painfully inside his mundu. He never said anything dirty. He just smiled like a kind uncle and kept calling her to his room for small reasons.
Every morning at 9:30, all staff had to sign the attendance register in Thomas sir’s office. The AC was always on full blast, making the room cold. Meera would bend slightly over the table to sign. Her kurti would fall forward. The deep neck would open like a curtain, giving a clear view of her creamy cleavage and the lacy edge of her black bra. Her breasts would press together, making a deep tempting valley. Thomas would sit right opposite, pretending to check papers, but his eyes were glued there. His cock would grow rock hard, pushing the mundu fabric up. He would slowly adjust his mundu under the table so no one noticed the big bulge.
One Monday morning it happened again. Meera walked in wearing a loose necked maroon kurti and black leggings. The leggings clung to her thighs like a second skin. Every step made her buttocks jiggle softly. The male staff in the outer room stared openly but Meera never noticed. She thought they were just being friendly.
“Meera mol, come inside and sign first,” Thomas called with a sweet smile.
She stepped into his cabin. The cold AC hit her and her nipples hardened instantly, poking clearly through the kurti and bra. Thomas’s eyes went straight to those two little points. His cock twitched.
While she bent to sign, Thomas “accidentally” dropped a thick file from his table. Papers scattered all over the floor near her feet.
“Oh no… Meera, can you please pick those up?” he said in his usual uncle voice.
Meera, being the naive helpful girl she was, immediately bent down on her knees. The loose kurti neckline dropped low. Both her full breasts almost spilled out. The black bra cups were clearly visible, and the deep cleavage was on full display – soft, smooth skin, a thin line of sweat already shining between her breasts because of the morning heat outside. Thomas stared without blinking. His cock became steel-hard, the head pushing against the mundu, making a huge tent. He could even see the faint outline of her areolas through the gap in bra.
Meera collected the papers slowly, her breasts swaying with every move. She had no idea what she was showing. For her, Thomas sir was just a nice uncle who helped her learn the local tax tricks – how to adjust books so the mill never got caught in small evasions. She had become very good at it. She never told Ajay about any of this. Ajay was in the same income tax department, but their work never mixed openly. She kept everything secret, thinking it was just office matter.
After she stood up and gave the file back, Thomas smiled. “Good girl. Now come in the evening also. I have some more files for you to check.”
Meera nodded shyly and walked out. Her round buttocks moved inside the tight leggings with every step. Thomas watched till she disappeared, then pressed his hard cock under the table with his hand, enjoying the throb.
That evening he called her again. This time he made her stand close while he explained some accounts, he wanted her to stay more so he was telling how he manages his books from tax his tricks and tweaks. His eyes kept dropping to her chest. When she leaned forward to point at a number, her breasts rested on the edge of the table, pushing up and making the cleavage even deeper. Thomas’s mundu was now fully lifted. A small wet spot had formed at the tip where his cock was leaking.
Meera smiled innocently. “Thank you, uncle. I will finish this at home and bring it tomorrow.” She learned a lot today about tax loop holes. She felt these courses would require very high course fee and she is getting it for free she was joking that to Thomas uncle. He said I am getting my fee also and laughed which she didn't understand.
She left the cabin, completely unaware that the mill owner had been staring at her body like a hungry wolf the whole day.
At home that night, Meera changed into Ajay’s loose T-shirt and her favourite blue wraparound skirt. The T-shirt was big on her, but her heavy breasts still made two soft mounds under the cloth. She cooked dinner happily, thinking about how much she loved Ajay and how she would do anything to make him proud.
She had no idea that her simple, shy life was about to change forever.
She was born and raised in a small Kerala village near Kozhikode. Back there, she always wore churidar – loose and modest. After marriage to Ajay two years ago, everything changed. Ajay was an income tax officer, honest and straight-forward, but he loved seeing his wife look a little modern. He gently insisted she start wearing kurti and leggings instead of churidar. Meera loved him so much that she agreed, even though she felt shy. The leggings were stretchy and thin. They hugged her thighs tightly, showing the exact shape of her legs and the soft curve where her thighs met her round buttocks. Every time she walked, the fabric stretched over her bottom and she never liked the figure hugging leggings but she loved Ajay a lot would do anything to make him happy. At home she felt safe wearing Ajay’s loose white T-shirts and a simple wraparound skirt that reached her knees. No tight clothes, no worry.
But at the wood-trading mill where she worked as accountant, there was no escape.
The mill owner was Thomas sir, a 58-year-old man everyone called “uncle.” Meera saw him exactly like that – a friendly uncle who gave her the job because she was good with numbers. Thomas is a simple businessman yet very rich and he knows how to run his business, he wore simple clothes he always wore a linen shirt and mund always. But whenever Meera entered his office, the mundu would suddenly stand out in front like a tent. Because Thomas had a massive hard-on the moment he saw her.
He had been fantasizing about Meera since the day she joined. He loved how her tight kurti stretched over her big breasts, how the deep round neck sometimes showed the soft upper curves of her cleavage. He always wanted to peek under her kurti. He peeked once or twice on few occasions but she always wore camisole under her kurti. He never got a very good visual.Summer was getting hotter and her office space don't have A/C only Thomas's cabin is airconditioned. The other men used to undo first 2 buttons in hot and used to work. She wass complaining to Ajay you guys are lucky in summer. Ajay told her you skip wearing camisole she felt like ayye without camisole ? I never stepped outside without that. He said its ok almost on one wears it these days. She too agreed. then she asked how do you know shameless. They both laughed. She finally decided to ditch camisole she was careful first 2 days to check if anybody stared she didn't notice anyone or she didn't recognise anyone. Thomas uncle who was on leave 2 days came back and he quickly realised a missing layer in her clothing. Her bra outline was always visible under the thin kurti fabric – two clear round cups holding those heavy mango-shaped breasts. The sight made his cock throb painfully inside his mundu. He never said anything dirty. He just smiled like a kind uncle and kept calling her to his room for small reasons.
Every morning at 9:30, all staff had to sign the attendance register in Thomas sir’s office. The AC was always on full blast, making the room cold. Meera would bend slightly over the table to sign. Her kurti would fall forward. The deep neck would open like a curtain, giving a clear view of her creamy cleavage and the lacy edge of her black bra. Her breasts would press together, making a deep tempting valley. Thomas would sit right opposite, pretending to check papers, but his eyes were glued there. His cock would grow rock hard, pushing the mundu fabric up. He would slowly adjust his mundu under the table so no one noticed the big bulge.
One Monday morning it happened again. Meera walked in wearing a loose necked maroon kurti and black leggings. The leggings clung to her thighs like a second skin. Every step made her buttocks jiggle softly. The male staff in the outer room stared openly but Meera never noticed. She thought they were just being friendly.
“Meera mol, come inside and sign first,” Thomas called with a sweet smile.
She stepped into his cabin. The cold AC hit her and her nipples hardened instantly, poking clearly through the kurti and bra. Thomas’s eyes went straight to those two little points. His cock twitched.
While she bent to sign, Thomas “accidentally” dropped a thick file from his table. Papers scattered all over the floor near her feet.
“Oh no… Meera, can you please pick those up?” he said in his usual uncle voice.
Meera, being the naive helpful girl she was, immediately bent down on her knees. The loose kurti neckline dropped low. Both her full breasts almost spilled out. The black bra cups were clearly visible, and the deep cleavage was on full display – soft, smooth skin, a thin line of sweat already shining between her breasts because of the morning heat outside. Thomas stared without blinking. His cock became steel-hard, the head pushing against the mundu, making a huge tent. He could even see the faint outline of her areolas through the gap in bra.
Meera collected the papers slowly, her breasts swaying with every move. She had no idea what she was showing. For her, Thomas sir was just a nice uncle who helped her learn the local tax tricks – how to adjust books so the mill never got caught in small evasions. She had become very good at it. She never told Ajay about any of this. Ajay was in the same income tax department, but their work never mixed openly. She kept everything secret, thinking it was just office matter.
After she stood up and gave the file back, Thomas smiled. “Good girl. Now come in the evening also. I have some more files for you to check.”
Meera nodded shyly and walked out. Her round buttocks moved inside the tight leggings with every step. Thomas watched till she disappeared, then pressed his hard cock under the table with his hand, enjoying the throb.
That evening he called her again. This time he made her stand close while he explained some accounts, he wanted her to stay more so he was telling how he manages his books from tax his tricks and tweaks. His eyes kept dropping to her chest. When she leaned forward to point at a number, her breasts rested on the edge of the table, pushing up and making the cleavage even deeper. Thomas’s mundu was now fully lifted. A small wet spot had formed at the tip where his cock was leaking.
Meera smiled innocently. “Thank you, uncle. I will finish this at home and bring it tomorrow.” She learned a lot today about tax loop holes. She felt these courses would require very high course fee and she is getting it for free she was joking that to Thomas uncle. He said I am getting my fee also and laughed which she didn't understand.
She left the cabin, completely unaware that the mill owner had been staring at her body like a hungry wolf the whole day.
At home that night, Meera changed into Ajay’s loose T-shirt and her favourite blue wraparound skirt. The T-shirt was big on her, but her heavy breasts still made two soft mounds under the cloth. She cooked dinner happily, thinking about how much she loved Ajay and how she would do anything to make him proud.
She had no idea that her simple, shy life was about to change forever.
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