Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

Meera woke up to the soft sound of Ajay getting out of bed. She opened her eyes slowly, still feeling the pleasant ache from the previous night. When she looked down, she realized she was sleeping in nothing but a tiny pair of panties. Her full breasts were bare, nipples slightly sensitive from the night’s activities.

She heard Navya calling her name from the kitchen. Meera quickly grabbed one of Ajay’s loose t-shirts from the chair and walked out, holding it in her hand.
Navya turned from the stove and saw Meera entering the kitchen wearing only her panties, the t-shirt dangling from her fingers. She let out a soft, teasing laugh.
“You are becoming more and more shameless, dear,” Navya joked, her eyes sparkling. “Seems like you’re showing it more often than you’re telling these days.”

Meera’s face turned slightly red. She quickly glanced toward the bedroom to make sure Ajay wasn’t listening, then smiled shyly.
“True, dear,” she admitted quietly.
She slipped on the t-shirt, the hem barely covering her ass. As they started preparing breakfast together, Meera quietly told Navya everything that had happened the previous night — the humiliating jokes at the table, the officer who groped her under the table while revealing information, how Shankar had finally touched her breast as a “joke,” and how she had managed to stay in their good graces.

Navya listened carefully, nodding.
“Shankar is a little better than the others,” Meera said. “He hasn’t done anything so far even though he had many chances. Yesterday was the first time he touched my boobs… and that too as a joke.”

Navya gave a small, knowing smile and explained more about Shankar’s preferences — how he enjoyed watching and exposing women more than penetrative sex, his complex, and his love for control and sharing.
Meera thought for a moment.
“Interesting… a few things are similar to Ajay,” she said softly.
Navya chuckled. “I thought the same.”


Ajay returned from making a call. He looked serious but determined.
“I’ve informed Raghav. He’s preparing everything on his end. He also said you should meet the other agent from the allied department — Department of Inter-jurisdictional Criminal Knowledge."

“You tell him you are from the FRA department as a trainee special logistics undercover tactician.”
Meera nodded, committing the new identity to memory. She wrote it on a piece of paper at desk so she wont forget.