12-05-2026, 03:52 AM
Story of fuck
When I entered the party hall, many heads turned. Mr. Sharma immediately came over with a big smile.
“Avi! You look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” he said, his eyes dropping straight to my cleavage before coming back up.
I felt shy and just smiled politely, “Thank you, Sir.”
He introduced me to the senior management team and made sure I had a drink in my hand. At first I was careful — I refused the second drink and kept some distance. The men were trying hard to impress me. Mr. Sharma kept praising my work, told me how I was one of the best coordinators in the team, and hinted at a big appraisal. Mr. Reddy (another senior) brought me snacks and joked about how lucky my husband was. Rahul and Sameer kept hovering around, complimenting my saree and asking about my hobbies.
I stayed reserved in the beginning. I smiled but didn’t flirt back much. I mostly stuck near the ladies or sat quietly.
As the night went on and I had a couple more drinks (they kept insisting), I started feeling the music and the atmosphere. The dance floor opened. Mr. Sharma asked me for a dance. I hesitated at first but then agreed.
On the dance floor he pulled me closer. His hand rested on my bare waist. I could feel his fingers gently stroking my skin. I didn’t remove his hand. Slowly he became bolder, sliding his palm across my lower back. I was getting warm. The AC wasn’t strong enough on the crowded floor.
After two songs I felt hot and sweaty. I lifted my arms to adjust my hair, tying it into a loose bun. I knew this exposed my smooth, sweaty armpits completely. Mr. Sharma’s eyes fixed there. He stared openly while dancing. I pretended not to notice but felt a thrill
When I entered the party hall, many heads turned. Mr. Sharma immediately came over with a big smile.
“Avi! You look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” he said, his eyes dropping straight to my cleavage before coming back up.
I felt shy and just smiled politely, “Thank you, Sir.”
He introduced me to the senior management team and made sure I had a drink in my hand. At first I was careful — I refused the second drink and kept some distance. The men were trying hard to impress me. Mr. Sharma kept praising my work, told me how I was one of the best coordinators in the team, and hinted at a big appraisal. Mr. Reddy (another senior) brought me snacks and joked about how lucky my husband was. Rahul and Sameer kept hovering around, complimenting my saree and asking about my hobbies.
I stayed reserved in the beginning. I smiled but didn’t flirt back much. I mostly stuck near the ladies or sat quietly.
As the night went on and I had a couple more drinks (they kept insisting), I started feeling the music and the atmosphere. The dance floor opened. Mr. Sharma asked me for a dance. I hesitated at first but then agreed.
On the dance floor he pulled me closer. His hand rested on my bare waist. I could feel his fingers gently stroking my skin. I didn’t remove his hand. Slowly he became bolder, sliding his palm across my lower back. I was getting warm. The AC wasn’t strong enough on the crowded floor.
After two songs I felt hot and sweaty. I lifted my arms to adjust my hair, tying it into a loose bun. I knew this exposed my smooth, sweaty armpits completely. Mr. Sharma’s eyes fixed there. He stared openly while dancing. I pretended not to notice but felt a thrill
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