I stood resting one arm on her chair's backrest and the other on the edge of her cubicle, trying to concentrate on the screen of her computer, but all the time my eyes were fixed below exactly 90 degrees below my face, which was going between the neck and the buttons of her white formal shirt, and enjoying the view of her cleavage and black colored bra as much as I could.

She was a married woman a few years older than me. but had joined my organization as a fresher, and one look at her during the interview, and I had asked her, "When can you join?"

She always wore a formal white shirt; many times it would be see-through. With it she would wear black formal but extra tight trousers and a waistcoat or a blazer, which she would remove when she would sit on her chair.

She had my intentions towards her right from the interview, as I had held her hand to greetings and asked, When can you join? and then sat on my chair holding her hand and talked for the next twenty minutes, enquiring about her personal life.

I would offer her lift to and from the office and often stop for a coffee, and then Caully would hold her hand, and it rested there for quite a while.

So that day is ok.

I was trying to concentrate. on her screen, but my view was going on and on inside her shirt from her neck. 

After noticing that for a few seconds, she said, "Sir, if you don't concentrate on this presentation, we might have an issue. 

I said I was concentrating on the presentation. 

She said, "Sir, I know where you are concentrating exactly."

I asked where

She hesitated for a few seconds and then said you are concentrating on my bra.

I said, "Well, its so visible, what can I do? You shouldn't have worn it.

She pinched my thigh and said, "Sir, if I hadn't worn it, it would have become impossible for you to concentrate.

I wanted to continue this discussion, but I got a call on the intercom and had to take a leave.

After office hours that day, I took her on my bike, and we left.

At one point near the garden, I asked her, Will you like to eat something? She said, Sure, let's eat momos. 

There was a vendor standing out of the garden. I stopped my bike to the other side, and we both started crossing the road after parking the bike.

When suddenly one scooter passed us very near us, my hand went on her waist and pulled her a little back. It was a reflex action; she looked at me and started, not because my hand was on her waist but because of the rash driving of the scooter driver.

She uttered a few curses to her, and we crossed the road. only thing was my hand still lay on her waist. 

We ordered a pallet of momos and stood behind, taking support of the garden compound.

As she began eating, I got a call, and as I changed my position to receive the call, my hand went a little down from her waist to her hips, and as she did not respond, my hand began caressing her hips. continued eating moms and even fed me one. 

After eating and doing payment, we stood there talking for some time. 

then I said, Let's leave.

Now she whispered in my ears.

Sir, please place your hand on my waist and not on my buttocks while we walk. I dont want the whole world to see you are groupping my ass.

I smiled, and giving one final squeeze, I took it back on her waist, and we crossed the road. 

reaching her building, I stopped the bike.

In the parking, she invited me for a cup of tea, and as I agreed, we both started climbing her stairs, and finally, after four big flights of stairs, we reached her door, sweety, and gasped for air.

As soon as she opened the door, she switched on the fan and sat on the couch. 

I sat in front of her and closed my eyes for a few moments, then I opened the top two buttons of my shirt for maximum air, which would dry my sweet, and she did the same. 

exposing maximum deal of her perfectly curved bulky extra big boobs and her black bra

But I closed my eyes and tried to catch the breath.

After two to three minutes, she got up and offered me a glass of water and went in the kitchen to make cold coffee.

She returned with two glasses, handed me one, and sat next to me.

Now my eyes were fixed on her cleavage.

She looked at it and said, "Sir, you cannot this much and were saying you can handle me without a bra.

Now I made a bold move and moved my index finger between her two boobs on her cleavage. tip of my finger running inside the elastic of her bra and said, "I will surely like to try it.

She playfully punched me as my finger went a little bit inside and squeezed her one nipple.

She drank her coffee without interfering with me from enjoying her boobs.

I also drank my coffee with one hand still in side her bra.

After that, we chatted for some time as I pressed her buttons.

I got to know her son was with her parents and husband, a drunkard who did not come home for days, and she did not care even if he came, and she had started the process of divorce. 

After some time, I stood up and said, "Okay, can I go now?

She did not speak but only nodded. At the door, I said, Will I get a good-bye kiss?

She smiled and placed a small kiss on my cheeks. Happy sir, she said.

I said, Is this what I am talking about?

She got a little shy and kissed me, a very small kiss on the lips. 

I kept looking at her, and she gave one more and then one more small kiss till I held her by the waist, pulled her close to me, and kissed her. 

a long kiss with our tongues touching each other as my hand ran all over her body, feeling her butt and boobs completely.

By the time I let her go, we both had become sweaty and hot again. I left saying good-bye.

I called her from below her building to go to the office; she must have been on the last flight of stairs, as she came as soon as we hung up.

She sat on my bike and raced it, but it did not move. I kept approaching the bike; she said, Let's go two, three times, but my bike did not move. Finally, getting the hint, she moved closer to me and wrapped her arms around me, pressing herself on me. 

Now my bike moved, and the whole road, her boobs pressing against my back kept giving me a boner.

We both got down the bike, walked to the elevator, and got in.

As the elevator door closed, she looked at me, expecting me to make a move, but I got a call from a client, and my intention was not fulfilled. 

My face showed her the disappointment, and she was smiling at that.

I will get her back for this teasing. 

At tea break in the office, she spilled some tea on her dress.

Hence she was forced to change; she took her extra pair of clothes she kept in her locker and went in the girls room and changed. Now she was wearing a skirt just below her knees and a sleeveless blouse with jackets.

She then came and sat on her chair after removing her blazer.

I looked at her, and she looked at me. I signaled her with my hand that she was looking beautiful, and she gave me a smile.

At lunch in the canteen, she sat in the chair in front of me. 

and I thanked God as I began playing footsies with her. 

removing my shoes My naked feet began feeling her leg starting from her feet slowly going up to her calf up her knee inside her skirt on her thigh till my leg was straight with my leg resting on her chair between her two legs inside her skirt feeling her thighs.

She was just looking at me quitely and eating her food without a word from her mouth. 

I stretched my leg a little bit so that now my toes were rubbing on her underwear near her vaginal area.

She now gave me tension on her leg and held my leg tight in between her legs as my toe rubbed her pussy. She ate her rice, and I drank my lassi. 

She finished her rice and looked at me. 

With only eyes, I said what?

She said, sir, I'm done. I have to go wash my hands.

I said, OK. 

She said, "Sir, will you mind removing your leg from the skirt so I can get up?

I smiled and said, Will you mind waiting for a few minutes while I enjoy my lassi?

She sat there helplessly as I worked on her vagina, a little harder as I finished my lassi. 

I felt her underwear getting wet and moist. and she had closed her eyes, and tension in her legs had grown a little extra.

I removed my leg and walked with her to our office after washing our hands.

As we went in our office and continued our work after nearly half an hour, she called me from her desk phone, asking me to come to her cube as she had some doubt. but instead I asked her to come to my cabin with her laptop.

She said okay, and after a few minutes she came in my cabin with my laptop in her hand. I moved my laptop a little bit aside, making room for her laptop. 

She kept her laptop in front of me and stood next to me. 

and began explaining her issue. 

As she began to speak, my hand began goin in her skirt from her backside from her knee up. She tried to ignore it for a while and continued to explain the issue. But as my hand reached between her legs and began rubbing her vagina, she looked at me and said, Please, sir, some one will see.

ignoring her remarks, I said keep me telling about the issue.

She bent a little bit down to use the keyboard, and at that moment I pulled her underwear down. 

In only one stroke before she could even understand her pants lay at her feet

She looked at me shocked and surprised and said, Sir, please control; we are in office. I nodded and again took my hand up in her skirt. and now inserted my finger in her vagina and kept it inside till her issue was solved. 

After that, she looked at me and said, Can I go? 

I nooded okay.

And how am I going to wear my pants? she said

I said remove it from your feet. She did as I was told. I picked it up and put it in my pocket and said, You will wear this when you go home, I said, smiling. 

She simply patted her own head and gave an expression as if I were helpless and went to her cubicle.

That day after office, she had no mood for snaks, so we went directly to her building.

In the parking, she again asked whether I would like to drink Cooffee. and we went up the four flights and sat on her sofa to gasp some air.

After that, she served me Cooffee sitting next to me and let me enjoy her back today from inside her shirt. 

As my hand felt her naked back, I unhooked her bra and started trieng to go from her boobs inside her bra and pressing them from back.

After our cooffee was finished, I still sat there pressing her boobs till I got a call and had to take her leave.

Finally, when I got up, she said, "Are you planning to give me my pantie you removed?

I smiled and said, Well, if I remove it, I will wear it to you.

Saying so, I held her pantie at her feet, and as she put her feet up, I pulled it up, feeling her legs right from her calfs thighs till the vagina. After I put her pants on, I entered my hand inside her pantie and began rubbing her vagina.

She held my hand and said, "Sir, you have already made me come twice today, once in the canteen and once in your cabin. 

I said yes, but not like this saying, so I held her tight from behind; my one hand was already in her pants and fingers in her vagina, inserted my other hand inside her bra and tongue in her mouth, and worked on her vagina and boobs till she came on my hand. 

then I stopped kissing her and left for my home.

It was a hot makeout session.

The only thing was that I was making out with her from yesterday, but it was only her who had gotten the satisfaction of ejaculation, not me. Well, I will work on it.