Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

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The very next morning Meera called the mill office and took one week leave. “Sir, my husband is not well. I need to stay home and take care of him,” she told Thomas on the phone. Thomas’s voice sounded sweet as always. “Okay mol, take care. But come back soon. Office work is getting piled up without you.”
That whole week Meera stayed at home. She wore her favourite loose white T-shirt and blue wraparound skirt. No bra for Ajay, no tight leggings. The big T-shirt hung loosely but her full round breasts still made two soft mounds that jiggled gently when she moved. The skirt was tied low on her waist, showing a little bit of her soft belly. She cooked Ajay’s favourite food, massaged his head when he had headache, and sat close to him on the sofa. But her mind was full of worry. She was not her usual cheerful self. She kept thinking, “Because of my family Ajay lost everything. I have to support him now.”
Ajay sometimes looked at her body but his tension was too much. He would pull her close, kiss her neck, squeeze her breasts over the T-shirt, but then he would stop and say, “I am useless now, Meera.” Meera would hug him tighter, pressing her soft breasts against his chest, trying to make him feel better.
After one week, Thomas started calling her every day.
“Meera mol, when are you coming back? The accounts are in a mess. Only you can handle the tax files properly,” he said one evening.
Meera felt bad refusing him again. She had worked at the mill for six months and learned a lot. So she decided to go back for some time. Ajay told her to go to job atleast somebody needs to bring salary. Meera nodded without much energy.
When Meera returned to the mill after one week, she was not the same active girl as before. Her mind was always on Ajay’s tension. She wore her usual  kurti and leggings, but she was moving slowly, not paying full attention to how she looked.
Thomas noticed the change immediately. The first morning she came, she had to sign the register again. She bent over the table like always, but this time because she was worried, she bent more than usual. Her maroon kurti neck fell forward a lot. Her full creamy breasts were almost spilling out. The black bra cups were clearly visible and the deep dark valley of her cleavage was on full show. Because of the cold AC her nipples had become hard and were poking through the bra and kurti like two small buttons.
Thomas was sitting right in front of her. His eyes got stuck there. His cock instantly became rock hard inside his white mundu. The thin cloth lifted up like a big tent. He could see the soft inner curves of her breasts and even the faint brown edge of her areolas. His mouth went dry. He slowly moved his hand under the table and pressed his throbbing cock, enjoying the pain and pleasure.

He looked at her face she looked very sad and not cheerful that is not the Meera he fantasized. He felt bad. The following day also it was same. Her mind was somewhere he could see her cleavage most of the time. Seeing her so gloomy he lost that erection he used to get seeing her boobs. Next day he got her some ice cream and said this for you and spend sometime with her inside the cabin. The casual talks kind of made her cheered up. He asked her to get the file from top shelf and she was trying to reach the top. She stretched herself to reach he could see her panty from sides as her leggings slipped a little. May be she was careless on level where she wore her panties and her leggings. It was a pink panties with white polka dots. He was staring at her she turned to him and said I want to say something. She then continued Ajay is very worried these days I am scared if he will do something out of minds. We are planning to shift and I am planning to resign. Thomas was sad to hear but he felt it will be right decision for them. He said ok work for a week then you leave, but anytime If you comeback give me call. The place is there for you. Meera felt so touched she ran towards him and hugged him saying sure uncle thanks. Thanks for understanding. Meanwhile Thomas was struggling to control his hardon as her soft boobs are crushing against his chests. 

A week went by . Her final day at the office came, Meera told Thomas, “Sir, I am leaving for a new city with my husband. Thank you for everything.”
Thomas smiled sadly but inside he was sad for a different reason. He would miss his daily addiction – those beautiful breasts, that perfect body, and the innocent way Meera bent and showed everything without knowing. Initial days he didn't get to see anything but in recent weeks only she started to open up like skipping camisole and more deeper cleavage shows and now everything coming to an end.That same evening Meera came home and told Ajay, “I have finished my last day at the mill. We can move to the new city now as you said.” Ajay nodded. His tension was still there, but he felt a little hope. Thomas sat alone in his empty office, remembering the last time Meera bent in front of him. His hand moved under his mundu again as he closed his eyes and whispered her name.