Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

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The lift doors closed with a soft ding, sealing Meera inside the small metal box with Shankar. She stood completely naked, her back pressed against the cold wall. One arm was crossed tightly over her heavy breasts, trying to hide her dark, hardened nipples. Her other hand was cupped firmly between her thighs, covering her smooth, shaved pussy as best as she could.
But she knew it was pointless.
Shankar stood just a foot away, fully dressed, his eyes occasionally drifting over her exposed body. Even with her hands covering the most private parts, he could see the soft outer curves of her breasts spilling out, the smooth skin of her waist and hips, the roundness of her ass, and the way her thighs pressed together. There was almost nothing left to hide from him anymore.
Meera’s mind was in complete chaos.

Why am I doing this? Why am I walking naked with my boss like this?
She could have asked for his shirt. She could have grabbed the towel from the car before stepping out. She could have refused to get down naked. But she didn’t. She had simply followed him, hands trying to cover herself, walking barefoot and naked through the office compound. The same office where she works everyday fully clothed. These walls know her as a shy Meera but today everything changes.

What is wrong with me?
Was this her rebellion against Ajay? He had been so indifferent lately — letting Gaurav stay, showing no reaction when she told him about the supposed seduction attempt, barely noticing her when she tried to expose herself in the towel. Maybe this was her way of saying, See what you’ve pushed me into?

Or was it because of the humiliation with Gaurav? She had tried so hard to make him react, to feel desired, and he had shown zero interest. Walking naked now, letting Shankar see her fully, was perhaps her way of proving to herself that she still had power, that men still wanted her.

Maybe it was sympathy for Shankar. Ajay saw him as the villain, but Shankar had always been respectful, trusting her with important work, raising her position, and treating her with dignity even after seeing her in compromising situations. This could be her silent reward for him.

Or perhaps it was simply because he had already seen almost everything. The conference room strip for the investors, the security officer station humiliation, the pool incident tonight — Shankar had witnessed her body in so many vulnerable states. At this point, what was left to hide?

And then there was the whiskey. The full glass Prince Tau had given her was still warming her veins, lowering her inhibitions, making her feel bold and reckless.
Maybe it was all of it combined.

The lift dinged again and opened on their office floor. The corridor stretched ahead — the same familiar path she walked every day in modest kurtis and leggings. Now she was stepping out of the lift completely naked, following her boss.
Her bare feet felt cold on the tiled floor. Her heavy breasts jiggled slightly with each step despite her arm trying to hold them. Her hand between her legs could only hide so much — the soft mounds of her pussy lips were still partially visible from the sides. She could feel Shankar’s eyes on her ass as she walked a step ahead of him.
Meera’s heart raced. Every step made her more aware of her nudity. The air conditioning brushed against her bare nipples and the wet folds between her legs. She felt exposed, vulnerable… and strangely, a little excited.
Why am I not more ashamed? Why am I still walking like this?
She didn’t have the answer. All she knew was that right now, in this moment, she was choosing to walk naked through her office corridor with Shankar — and a part of her wasn’t entirely hating it.