Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

Shankar was not a fool. He knew Ajmal very well. After the ugly scene in the conference room, he was certain that Ajmal would try to sabotage the upcoming investor presentation for the ANAAVARAN brand. He wanted to keep all important files safe.
That afternoon, he called Meera into his cabin.
“Meera, I need you to do something important,” he said, handing her a small black pendrive. “This contains the complete project action plans, the final presentation deck, and some confidential investor details. I want you to make final updates to the document tonight. Keep the original with you and bring it back tomorrow. Do not let anyone else see it — especially not Ajmal.”
Meera nodded seriously. “I’ll take care of it, sir.”. I will keep it in my bag safely, Shankar replied no not in your bag what if someone steels keep it with you. Meera understood he is being paranoid. She said she will keep it safely and she put it inside her bra. Shankar said I didn't mean that I meant in your pocket you silly.

When she reached home in the evening, Chotu was already waiting near her door with a packet of milk, as usual.
“Didi, you look tired today,” he said the moment he saw her face. “What happened in the office?”
Meera sighed and invited him inside. She told him everything — how Ajmal had shouted at her in front of everyone, calling her a “bitch”, a “cheap slut”, and accusing her of sleeping with Shankar to get the position. She even told him about the humiliating comments about her boobs.
Chotu’s face turned red with anger.
“That bastard! How dare he speak to you like that? He has no right to talk to my didi in such a cheap way. He is a rude, jealous man. Your boobs are not sagged at all, didi. They are perfect — full, round, and the best in the world.”
Meera’s cheeks burned. She looked at him in disbelief.
“Chee, Chotu! This is what you infer from that incident? How do you know they are the best?”
Chotu gave her an innocent yet naughty smile.
“Because I have seen them, na? That day during the water problem… I saw everything clearly. They are so beautiful and soft. I know what I saw.”
Meera felt extremely shy. She tried to hide her embarrassment with a scolding tone.
“You have seen only mine, right? Then how can you say mine is the best in the world?”
Chotu shrugged playfully.
“Because I have eyes, didi. And I have seen enough to know that no one can compete with you.”
Meera shook her head, smiling despite her shyness.
Didi I will give you 9 out of 10 for your boobs. Meera didn't want to entertain him today she has some work to do today for Shankar.
“Okay, enough of this. I have some work to do. You sit here. I’ll be back in a minute.”
She went into the bedroom, brought the laptop and connected the pendrive to her laptop to make a backup copy.
The pendrive contained the complete project action plans and the final presentation deck for ANAAVARAN. There was also a folder named “Events”.
Out of curiosity, Chotu asked her, “Didi, what are you doing?”
Meera, wanting to quench his curiosity and also feeling a little playful, opened the “Events” folder and turned the laptop slightly so he could see the event photoes.
Inside were dozens of photos from various photoshoots. Most of them were of beautiful models posing in bras, panties, and lingerie of different styles. Some were quite revealing — models in sheer lace, push-up bras, and tiny thongs.
Chotu’s eyes widened. He moved closer to the screen, watching eagerly.
“Boys will be boys,” Meera thought with a small smile as she saw how excitedly he was staring at the pictures.
Then came a photo of Shankar and Meera posing together during one of the promotional shoots. Chotu smiled seeing his didi.
The next photo made both of them freeze.
It was a picture from the same event — Riya, a very pretty model, was standing topless between Shankar and another executive. Her boobs were fully exposed, firm and perky, with pink nipples. She was smiling confidently at the camera.
Chotu’s mouth fell open. He had a massive erection instantly.
Meera came back from the kitchen at that exact moment and saw the photo on the screen. She was shocked.
“Chotu! Close that!” she said, quickly minimizing the window.
But Chotu was too excited.
“Didi… was she fully naked in the photoshoot? She is so pretty! I would love to work in your company if there are such photoshoots.”
Meera felt a strange mix of embarrassment and amusement.
“You are such a naughty boy,” she scolded lightly. “Stop looking at those pictures like that.”
Chotu grinned sheepishly.
“Sorry didi… but tell me honestly — do you also have to pose like that for the brand?”
Meera’s face turned red.
“No! Of course not. I am just doing accounting and assisting work.”  .
She then asked him to leave and closed the door. 


Meera let Chotu leave after their charged conversation. She locked the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, her heart still racing. The way Chotu’s eyes had widened when he saw the topless photo of Riya kept replaying in her mind.
“Were his eyes this big when he saw my boobs that day?” she wondered. “Was he hard then? Did he get the same reaction looking at me?”
The thought made her feel strangely warm between her legs. She was about to walk back to the bedroom when there was a sudden knock on the door.
Meera’s heart jumped. She thought Chotu had come back for more teasing. A naughty little idea flashed in her mind — she wanted to see whether his eyes would become even bigger this time.
Quickly, she removed her kurti in one smooth motion and stood in just her black lace bra and leggings. She bunched the kurti into a ball and held it against her chest to cover her boobs partially. Taking a deep breath, she decided to open the door just a little, showing only her head, naked shoulders, and the top of her bra.
She opened the door slightly and peeked out with a playful smile, ready to tease.
To her shock, it was not Chotu.
It was Ajay.
Ajay stood there, eyes wide with surprise, staring at his wife’s bare shoulders and the black lace bra strap visible over them.
Meera froze. Her face turned pale.
“I… I saw you coming, that’s why I came to open the door in a hurry,” she stammered, trying to cover her embarrassment.
Ajay blinked, then a slow, tired smile appeared on his face.
“I know, my sexy wife,” he said, stepping inside. “You won’t show your naked boobs like this to anyone else.”
A huge sigh of relief escaped Meera. She had almost made a grave mistake. If it had been Chotu, things would have gone too far.
Ajay closed and locked the door behind him. Without warning, he took the bunched-up kurti from her hand and threw it casually onto the sofa.
Meera was now standing in front of him in just her black lace bra and leggings. Her heavy boobs were beautifully lifted and pushed together by the new bra, creating deep, tempting cleavage. The lace was semi-sheer, and the dark outline of her areolas was faintly visible.
Ajay’s eyes roamed over her body appreciatively.
“Nice bra you are wearing,” he said, his voice low. “You look pretty in it.”
Meera blushed. “It’s from the company… our new collection.”

“It’s our company’s bra. The new ANAAVARAN line.”
Ajay chuckled and walked further into the living room. Meera went to the kitchen to make tea for him, still wearing only the bra and leggings. Her boobs jiggled softly with every step.
While she was in the kitchen, Ajay noticed the laptop on the table. It was still on. He casually touched the trackpad, and the screen lit up.
The photo that appeared made his eyes widen.
It was the picture from the event — Shankar, Meera, and the topless model Riya posing together. Riya’s firm, perky boobs with pink nipples were clearly visible on the screen.
Ajay stared at the image, his gaze lingering on Riya’s bare boobs. Then his eyes moved to Meera in the photo, standing innocently beside her.
Meera came back from the kitchen carrying tea, still in just her bra and leggings.
“I kept the milk in the kitchen for tea,” she said casually.
Ajay looked up from the laptop, his expression unreadable.
“Why are you roaming around in just a bra?” he asked.
Meera shrugged, feeling bolder these days.
“First of all, it is my company bra. Second, my husband said I looked good in it few minutes earlier. So…”
Ajay gave a small laugh, but his eyes were dark.
“Haha… I think you look even better without it. So, will you roam topless for me?”
Meera felt a rush of adrenaline. She was more free and confident these days with everything happening around her. Without hesitation, she reached behind her back, unhooked the black lace bra, and let it fall to the floor.
Her heavy, beautiful boobs spilled out completely — full, round, with dark brown nipples already stiff in the cool air.
“Be mindful what you wish for,” she said softly, standing topless in front of him. “It may come true.”
Ajay’s eyes darkened with lust as he stared at his wife’s naked boobs. He stepped closer, cupped one boob in his hand, and squeezed it gently.
“You are becoming dangerous, Meera,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over her hard nipple.
Meera felt a thrill run through her body. She had almost opened the door topless for Chotu just minutes ago. Now she was standing half-naked in front of her husband.