Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

The lift doors opened on their office floor. Meera stepped out first, still completely naked. Her bare feet made soft sounds on the cold tiled corridor. She kept one arm pressed across her heavy breasts and the other hand covering her pussy as she walked. Shankar followed a few steps behind, his eyes tracing the sway of her round ass and the smooth curve of her back.
They reached Shankar’s cabin. He unlocked the door and let her in first.
Meera entered and sat down on the couch opposite his desk. She crossed her legs tightly and kept both arms folded over her chest, trying to cover as much as possible. Even then, the soft outer curves of her breasts spilled out from under her arms, and her nipples peeked between her fingers. She felt intensely aware of her nudity in the familiar office space.
Shankar sat at his desk and unlocked his laptop. He looked up at her — naked, vulnerable, yet sitting with a strange calm. He was impressed by his own self-control. Any other man would have lost it by now.
After a moment, he asked gently, “Don’t you want to get dressed?”
Meera looked at him, her voice soft but bold from the lingering effect of the whiskey and the night’s events.
“Why? What is left for you not to see?”
Shankar leaned back in his chair and gave a low chuckle.
“Haha… then I’ll make sure this becomes your official uniform from now on.”
Meera smiled shyly and replied, “Maybe inside your cabin… outside we have other people. They haven’t seen me like this.”
Shankar nodded with an amused smile. “You always have good points.”
Meera couldn’t resist. She looked him straight in the eyes, slowly moved her arms away from her chest for a few seconds, and pointed at her dark, stiff nipples with both index fingers.
“Yes… I have two good points.”
Shankar’s eyes widened for a moment before he laughed heartily. The brief, deliberate flash of her bare breasts and hard nipples hung in the air between them.
He stood up. “I’ll get you some clothes.”
Shankar left the cabin. In the stockroom, he found several spare dresses from the Anaaavaran collection. Instead of something modest, he deliberately picked a short, light sundress that would barely reach mid-thigh — thin, slightly sheer, and easy to wear.
When he returned to the cabin a few minutes later, the sight that greeted him made him stop at the door.
Meera had fallen asleep on the couch from exhaustion and the alcohol. She was lying on her back, one leg bent and resting on the couch, the other leg spread wide open. Her arms had fallen to her sides. Both of her full, beautiful breasts were completely exposed, nipples pointing upward. Her smooth, shaved pussy was fully on display — pink lips slightly parted, still glistening from the pool water.
Shankar stood there for a long moment, drinking in the view. His cock hardened instantly in his pants. He quietly took out his phone and captured a few pictures — first a full-body shot, then closer ones focusing on her open pussy and bare breasts.
He was about to wake her gently when he suddenly heard the main office door opening outside.