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`tringgg!!!.. It was Monday morning again. I hate mondays. Not that saturday and sunday or even friday night was awesome. I had stayed home and binge watched some sitcoms over the weekend. Work was hectic. I hated to come back to reality. I liked the stories of people on these tv shows. I wanted to be like them.

Living life king size but here I am struggling to make enough money to pay all the bills with my non-progressive job. I had to think 10 times before burning the money in some pubs to make my weekend memorable. Well this brings me to my next problem. Even if I had money to splurge in the pubs, I lack the next important criteria. Girlfriend. Forget that I did not even have proper friends. Only those hi, hello ones in the office and many virtual ones active on different groups I am a part off on whatsapp. I had 734 friends on fb. None of whom call me or like a post of mine, except for the many many happt returns for the day wish that I post for those I feel are privileged to get a wish from me. Most of them don’t even like individual wishes anymore. They say a thank you in bulk the next day after their birthday to convey that they had a blast on that day and did not have time to reply personally.

I opened my eyes and searched for my phone as first thing. No missed calls, no new messages, many forwards on WhatsApp, none specifically asking for me. Thank god for mute button on WhatsApp. I casually glanced that the WhatsApp messages anyway. The building association waala group took the first place with 176 unread messages from yesterday night 11:30 pm to 7 am today. The group had erupted into a fight on which color to chosen to paint the exterior of the apartment which had now turned black during its 11 years of existence. Not that anybody cared just that people just do not wish to give anyone monopoly over choosing the color. I stayed out of it.

I forced myself out of my bed and dressed up to face this very aggressive week head-on. By the time I had breakfast at a nearby hotel. It was 8:30am. Ola and uber did not show any mercy to me and showed me its surged pricing. I took a bus to work. I smelled bad thanks to my sweat odor and from the people who pressed on to me. I sat in my cubicle and I waved at my colleagues who waved me back with a raised eyebrow not even looking at me. I was happy that the chair on my left was empty as my colleague had quit after getting 30% hike in the rival company. I did not have it in me to clear an interview anymore. I was stuck in this company for past 6 years.

I always wanted to be like those who quit every 2 years getting 30 to 50% hikes in other companies. Here I am thankful to god that I have one job at least. Going abroad was a dream that was slowing dying as I have started to accept the harsh realities of life that I may never reach the shores of America anymore. My friends who were duffers in college reached us and posting pics on FB of their travel adventures. They keep checking in to different countries in the morning , afternoon and night. Phew what a tiring day!!! Traveled to 3 countries in a single day. That’s what their status would say. Like I am supposed to feel sad for them. I had thought of deleting my account in FB many times but those jerks don’t let you do that either. If you login again all the amazing moments my friends enjoyed splashes on screen again. My life sucks. No doubt about that. I checked the matrimonial app on my mobile to see that someone had rejected me again. Common on a Monday morning. That’s the meanest thing to do. Like Tuesday would have been ok to be rejected. Damn I liked that chick as she was really good looking but then again why would a girl from rich family marry a middle-class guy like me. Makes sense why her father rejected me. Well in a way he was right. I cant afford her a weeks makeup items also. Her father surely did see those old 80’s Bollywood movies. Tumhare pass kya hai? And I would reply “mere pass house loan, bike loan and personal loan hai”. Beat that answer you would-not-be-father-in-law.

And then it happened

“hello”. I heard a most beautiful voice. “hello” I heard it again. I turned around to see one of the most beautiful girls, far better than the girl who rejected me on the matrimony app, looking at me. I stared at her in disbelief. After getting no response from me, she kept her belongings on the desk to the left of mine. I shook back into reality and managed to say hi. She told me that she joined new. Of course my manager had brought in a replacement for my colleague who left. I never in my wildest dreams thought he could hire a babe like this. She spoke again and I was again lost in my train of thought. When my senses woke up again she was still looking at me with a large cable in her hand saying, would you? What did she just ask me? My brain became full alert. Babe, cable, would you?? What could that mean? Aah.. It struck. Fix the cable of her computer in the socket as it far under the desk. She wanted me to fix it for her. Then I heard a familiar voice saying “let me do it for you”. It was that bastard, he took this opportunity to barge in and took the cable from her and fixed it for her and started chatting with her. Damn this is how losers are. I cant believe that I missed the first shot. My brain got disconnected again. I could hear faint laughter of hers as my colleague had cracked some jokes ad already etched his name into her head for first goto person in case of any help that she might require. I felt like Amol Patekar.

Suddenly a crowd gathered around my cubicle. Many guys gathering to introduce them to the chick that newly joined. I sat back in the chair and acted busy working. Many guys gave me the envious look for getting a seat next to her. From what I could overhear. She was flooded with offers to have coffee with some, lunch with some other group and even a first day evening party. In minutes all her free slots were booked for this week and few days into next week as well. I looked up at god for showing me happiness and taking it away in a flash. I hate god. I am sure he created people like me to make other people happy that their life is better than mine. But then there are people living in slums who would kill to live my life. But why do I have to always be happy comparing myself with people in the lowest form of life to be happy. Like look at a cripple and be happy that I have all my body parts intact. After half an hour, the crowd dwindled and it was me and her again in that cubicle. Silence. I looked at her from the corner of my eye. She was busily staring at the computer screen. She wore business formals. A shirt with buttons, pink in color, a formal pants, black in color. Neatly creased. Straight hair till her shoulders. A well-polished shiny black leather shoe or sandals. I looked up at her face again and she was staring back at me. I froze. Damn. I blew my impression on the first day. The first impression is the last impression. She said hi again.

This time I was prepared and responded immediately with a hi. She responded back by saying that her name is Nisha. My brain again got disconnected thinking if I should extend my hand or not. The result was no. Don’t act desperate. When the connected to my brain restored, I saw she had extended her hand and waiting for me to shake it. I immediately jumped to shake it. There it goes again. Desperation. I don’t know how to behave like a gentleman. We spoke for a few seconds more where I congratulated her for the job and she said thanks. She smiled and got back to her screen. Ok, not collateral damage yet. Thank you, god. I love you.

I could not get to talk to her the rest of the day as the colleagues from systems, hr, then managers all kept her occupied. It was time to leave and she packed her stuff to leave. I gave a cursory glance at her and she smiled before walking past me. A bye would have been better but at least she smiled. I was happy for the first time on a Monday. Something good had happened. Never has such a beautiful girl sat next to me. Back from my younger days I always prayed for a good-looking girl in the same birth as mine when I travel in trains but irctc had ensured that my wish never comes true. But in the next compartment, they will have college girls going home on vacation. And I will get f 58, f 62 and m56 near me. Same was the case when I travel in buses. I had cursed god every time that had happened. Now I apologized for all and prayed that she remains in that seat for years to come. I will retire in that company if she sits next to me.

Tuesday morning, I stopped the alarm before it rang. I was excited to see her. I wanted to get to know her, her likes, her favorite color, her favorite movie. Maybe we can discuss all that for hours today. I paid the 4x surge pricing to uber so that I look fresh. My heart was beating fast and I reached the cubicle. She was not there. Well, it was still early; she can come in anytime. I sat and waited. And waited and waited. It was 12:15 pm and then I realized she was not coming in today. I was disappointed. I looked up at the ceiling thinking of cursing god again. Why does he do this to me? I don’t know. I was demoralized and the rest of the day went at snails speed. I took a bus and did not crib when people pushed and pulled me. I was a loser. I checked some porn on the net tried hard to get a boner lost interest after trying for half an hour. I spent half an hour trying to search for the right porn video to watch browsing through millions of videos and when I found that right video. It took me to another website and then another and then another and then I lost track of what I wanted to watch in the first place. My fingers pained after closing pop-up ads. The last ad wanted me to increase the size of my dick to a length which I think had to be rolled up inside the underwear. I looked at mine. Did not feel like a emperor but still it was not that small to be ashamed off.

Wednesday I decided not to pay the surge prices and took the bus instead. I looked like shit after the journey but I am not spending cash which is becoming extinct as the month progresses on a girl who might or might not turn up. I half-heartedly walked to my seat and voila she was there. She greeted me with a smile and I smelled like shit. She smelled sweet of some perfume which I felt was made for her. I avoided going close to her. Before I could ask her why she was on leave yesterday, asrani barged in. He kept her entertained for some time and I disappeared in my work. Before leaving he reiterated his words of contacting him and only him for any help. He avoided me totally. I was totally intoxicated with her smell, her looks. She was sitting only inches away from me. So near yet so far. She dumped her business casuals and she was in her salwar and leggings. He legs were long and her leggings clung on to her like second skin. Her top had a huge slit on the sides. When she sat it parted giving me the best view of her slender legs. Her perfectly round bums could be seen when she shifted in her seat. I whole-hearted thanked god for giving me this opportunity. I forgave him for betraying me 1082 times when I had to travel in chickless trains and buses.

We smiled casually every time our eyes met. Maybe she was obliged to. I was so happy, thinks could be better than that. But I had better things in store for me that day. It was 2 pm after lunch and I was feeling sleepy. I heard a yawn escape her. I turned to look at her and she giggled. She told me in a low voice that reading all the documents had made her sleepy. I nodded in agreement. She shook her head and stretched her hands up in the air. And there I saw it. Her top raised when she raised her hand and I could see that smooth skin on her waist above her leggings. I could see only a bit. I had no words to express my happiness. I prayed to god for her to stretch again and crossed my fingers. She turned her head left and right to make her alert again. But did not raise her hands anymore. Ok I should not push my luck. This is what I deserved and got some entertainment. Seeing some real skin is far better feeling on seeing 1000’s on tv. I was happy that night. I dreamed of me kissing some girl that night. I felt happy the next day morning. Only if we could control what we dreamt at night. It would be like 7 hours of unlimited internet for every man. But alas we don’t control what we dream. Why god why? Any logical reasoning here?

Suddenly office was happy hours for me. I gave my bike for servicing again. No more surge pricing , no smelling armpits in bus. I reached office to find she was already there. I smiled but she was not in a good mood I guess. She half glanced at me and got back to work. I guess her real work started. I might be the unluckiest man on earth but not the stupidest. I know when not to disturb an angry woman. I silently got to my work. I could hear she muttering something, I couldn’t make sense out of it. She was furiously typing on the keyboard. She was in her business casuals again. Blue top and black pants. Blue top was tight and short. I could make out that she had tucked it in the morning when she started but now somewhere the tucks were out. When her pen fell down she bent to take it and her tucks from the backs came out completely. As she stretched to get the pen the back of the top rose giving the good look at her bare back. She was not aware that this happened.

Since it was me and her in the end cubicle no one noticed this until they come to our cubicle and stood behind her. Even after she sat back up, her top was still raised and I kept stealing glances at her back. God, I am enjoying it. It was the tension that she might notice what I am staring at gave me that extra excitement. She was very careless and she stretched to take some papers form the shelf, her shirt lifted more and I could see even some skin on her side. She had a very slim perfect waist. I would have killed to see her navel from the front. But that was difficult. I could not work at all. My concentration was on her midriff. I was getting greedier by minute. I wanted to desperately see her navel. Her belly button. That would be orgasmic. I felt ashamed for asking this favor. Common which god would help a pervert like me enjoy an innocent girl’s exposed body parts. I left god out of the equation and prayed he wont punish me for asking such wishes. It was just looking, I am not touching her or anything. Hmm.. Still does not sound right. It was lunch time and she left. When she came back she had tucked in her shirt. I couldn’t see anything anymore. I was disappointed. But today was amazing. I will never forget this day.

Thursday went without any excitement, as she wore a properly covering dress. I realized I completed a lot of my pending work on that day. Girls are really a distraction.

Monday was a holiday and many people had taken off on friday to make it a long weekend. I made of list of serials that I had to complete. Friday I went to office not expecting her to be there as people who have proper life take off and enjoy. Many cubicles were empty. Asrani was on leave as well. I went to my cubicle and yes she was not there. As expected. Girl like her has a life. Many friends and definitely a boyfriend. I accepted my fate and got back to work. I had the earphones on and suddenly I felt some movement beside me. I was amazed to see her standing near me. My eyes popped off. She was wearing a saree. A maroon saree. She looked like an angel. Sleeveless blouse. I was losing consciousness. I gathered my courage and told her that she looked good. She smiled back and sat in her seat. Oh cruel god, she was sitting to my left side and from where I was looking her stomach was covered by her pallu. I had to be on her other side to see her exposed navel. I tried my best to control my eagerness to look at her from the other side to check if she had covered her stomach with her pallu or she left it exposed.

The suspense was killing me. How can I make her turn towards me. Throw my mobile and go and pick it. No not mobile. Mobile was still on emi. In my desperation I stood from my seat all of a sudden. She looked up at me. She smiled and asked me if I was going for a coffee. I was not. I hate coffees from vending machines, but I nodded nevertheless. She requested me if I could bring her a tea as she hated coffee from vending machines. I gave her a very weird smile, like I was happy inside but could not express it outside. Before she could change her mind, I walked out and ran to the cafeteria and got two teas for her. The tea was hot but I let my fingers burn till I reached her. She thanked me and got up and walked towards me and took the tea from me. For a second her fingers touched mine and the burning sensation vanished. I would have done some punya karmas in my last life for which I am finally being rewarded. I could have cried but that would look foolish in front of her. I saw that her saree may not be covering her midriff entirely but I couldn’t say for sure.

She told me that she was wearing high heels and in her saree it was very difficult to bring the tea without spilling it. She looked tall in her high heels. Her saree was sticking on to her body. As she took the tea from me and turned I saw that her blouse was very low and there was a gap between blouse and petticoat showing some skin. I told her that it is very difficult to carry oneself while wearing saree to which she replied that it was mistake that she decided to wear it as she find it difficult to hold it all together. I laughed at her statement. Actually, she was right. She was constantly pulling up her pallu to keep it from falling. Wasn’t there supposed to be a pin holding the pallu or something. I did not ask her that though. In the 5 mins that we had tea she had to constantly adjust it from falling off her shoulders. I was staring at her shoulders all the while, her milky white shoulders.

I hoped that the entire pallu would fall off her and show me her perfectly round bosoms and navel. But that I guess was again too much to ask. I quietly excused myself and gave her some privacy to adjust it and left to the loo. I had to act like a gentleman even when I don’t like it. When I came in again she was not be found. In a few moments, she appeared again with a safety pin in her hands. I blinked my eyes congratulating her on finding one. She blinked back and sat in her seat. I avoided looked at her directly while she was trying to put that pin in place. She very tightly pinned all the pallu on her left shoulder. I realized that she was done and looked at her. She had in the process removed the pallu that was covering her stomach. All the pallu was in a straight slanted lined exposing lot of her stomach. My eyes lit up. She did not do anything to cover her navel when I looked at her.

She turned towards me giving me the best look of stomach. Her belly button was bit under the tuck. I was disappointed. Are you able to breathe I asked her. She smiled at me and stood up . He stomach now facing me, she put her hands and removed more of her pallu covering her stomach and with both hands on the either side of the petticoat. She pulled it down bringing her bellybutton inches away from my face. She had a flat stomach. She took a deep breath and told me that she is feeling relieved now. I was in state of coma. She sat in her seat. He body slightly tiled towards mine. I could clearly see her belly button and exposed navel. She saw me staring at her tried to cover a bit of stomach with her pallu which sent alarm bells ringing in my head. I told her that she maintains her stomach well. And to change the subject I asked her if she hits the gym often. Since I was caught red-handed I wanted to ask some genuine questions. She felt uncomfortable with this and told me she does not go to gym nor yoga. Then how do you maintain flat abs, I asked her. She did not respond to that just smiled as if she wanted to stop that subject there. I did not push her anymore. She saw that I had already gotten full view of her navel.

She just put a hand of hers on her bare navel and pressed it and said that running around trying to make a living is enough to maintain a flat stomach. I smiled and turned around and got back to work without acting creepy. I saw that she made no efforts to cover her navel with her pallu. She just left it exposed. We spoke some more she did not feel the necessity to cover it. I secretly enjoyed her bare navel. She was not of suspecting nature or she enjoyed exposing it to me. I did not know. I got her another tea and this time she sat facing me and we spoke about office. He entire navel was on display to me. I openly stared at her stomach shamelessly. It was soft and white. It was so tender. I could have sucked it, licked the bellybutton till it went dry. But I resisted the temptation.

This was the best day of my life so far.

Monday was a holiday. I missed office. I wanted to be back on my seat next to her. I did not have her number also. I waited for sunrise on tuesday. I got my bike and reached on time. She was there already. She smelled of some shampoo. I smiled at her and she smiled back. There were lot of people in office. I was saddened. But the bright side was that she is here now, sitting inches from me. She was wearing a tshirt and a jean. Her breasts were pressed against her tshirt. Tshirt was short, it was raising up everytime she stretched. I had seen so much more that small skin show did not excite me anymore. I wanted more. Since she wore no belt, her jeans hung loose around her waist. If I stood I could see her panty. She was bending forward and working and I could see her tshirt was lifted high up her back and she wore a pink panty. She was not aware of my looks. I was the luckiest guy in office who has seen her bare skin to this extent. Since there was wall covering us from behind and side, people could only see us from the front but with the cubicle wall blocking the front as well.

Since I had brought her tea the other day, today she bought me tea. She smiled and gave me tea and told that she is feeling cold. They must have increased the ac power. She cupped both her palms around the tea mug and pressed it against her shoulders giving it some warmth. I told her that I have one warm sweater in my draw. If she needs it she can take it. She was happy to hear it. I took it out and it was a nike pullover. She put it on her and thanked me many times. I was thinking of smelling the pullover all night after reaching home. It was very hot outside, only inside the office it was cold. So when she went out for lunch she wanted to remove it. I told her that it was super hot outside and she should take it off and wear it when she is inside.

She agreed to it. In the process of removing it from her head. Her tshirt also lifted along with it. I saw the milky-white navel of hers again when her tshirt raised till her ribs. When the cold air hit her she immediately pulled it down. The damage was done. I saw what I wanted to. She wanted to go to the restroom and remove it but she had gone there few minutes back. I laughed at her and told her that I will hold down her shirt for her. She did not know what to reply. But then she dragged her chair closer to mine. It was a risky thing to do. Someone could see this. I looked around to see that most of them had left for lunch. I looked at her face, brought my hand inside her pullover and pressed her tshirt over her waist. Since the pullover was little tight to remove. It got stuck on her head. I let go of her waist and loosened the thread near the neck and asked her to try again. I then went put my hand intentionally over her waist. She took it out of her and off her hands. I still kept my hands on her waist till it was off her completely. She thanked me but waited for me to removed my hands from her waist. I took my time as I knew no one would see where my hands were. I reluctantly removed it. She stared at me. I did not know what she was thinking. I prayed yet again to rectify my mistake. But I had crossed my limit this time.

I skipped lunch and hoped she would not create a fuss here. I avoided her when she came back to her seat but to my happiness she wore the pullover again. Life came back to me. She spoke normally to me. She had more work to complete and she stayed back after work. I did not have work but I stayed back because she did. By 7 pm, the room was stranded but for us. She packed her stuff and was about to leave. I was sad that she did not remove the pullover. Maybe she will wash it and bring tomorrow. She was about to walk out that she realized that she was wearing my pullover. She called me and asked me to help again. I was happier beyond imagination.

She again brought her chair towards me and she realized that there were not anyone around. She started pulling up the pullover dragging her t-shirt with it. When it was half way up, her entire navel was shown to me she motioned me to pull down her t-shirt please, in a commanding voice. I immediately found the t-shirt and pressed my hands on it resisting it from raising any further but neither did I bring it down. I wanted to enjoy her navel and her belly button some more time.

She removed her pullover completely. I let go of her t-shirt , but since it was tight it remained halfway there and not coming down. I took a step back and enjoyed her half nudity. Maybe she did not realize that her t-shirt did not come down and started to take a hair band and tie her hair instead giving me more time to relish her body. There was a small paper piece stuck on her t-shirt which now was stuck on to her navel above her bellybutton. When she realized that her t-shirt was still up she pulled it down and said sorry to me. I wanted to tell her about the paper piece stuck on her navel. But when I started I stopped it.

She asked me what it was. I told her it was nothing and that there was a small paper piece stuck on to her. She looked at her t-shirt and jeans and could not find it. I told her that it was stuck inside her t-shirt. She acted concerned and lifted the sides of the t-shirt to find it. I told her to lift the t-shirt more and I remove it. She pulled up her t-shirt again giving me the display of her most beautiful navel. I directly touched the paper piece and threw it away. Anything more, she asked me. I lifted her t-shirt more and made her turn around and told her nothing. She pulled down her top. She gave me a strange look. Without saying anything she hurried off.

Next day she came to office and I told her hi. She did not reply. She pulled her chair close to me and said” I have a boyfriend”. I was taken aback after hearing her words. I did not know what to say. She sensed it. She continued saying that she loved her boyfriend. I knew what she was getting at. I told her that I was not a psycho who wanted to cause her any harm. I told her that I was happy to hear that she was in a good relation. She felt relieved to hear that. I told her that I was merely her admirer and liked to just look at her. She did not know how to respond.

She asked me what I wanted from her? I confessed to her that I was a navel lover. She did not know how to react. She was curious on hearing it. I told her that I loved to see her navel whenever I got a chance. She kept mum. She wanted to hear more. I told her that I don’t want to be her lover or husband or any such thing. I just wanted to see some skin of hers. She thought for some time and asked what do I get from just staring. I told her that this is the first time that I was so close to a girl and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. She was confused. I told her not to get upset as I will stop looking at her if she was not happy about it.

She was confused further. We sat in silence for some time and she asked me what do I like best in her. I told her that I liked her belly button very much. I told her that I can gaze at her belly button for hours non-stop. She was surprised. But its just a belly button. Whats the big deal? I told her that that’s my fetish. She laughed. She told me that I am the weirdest guy she has ever met in her life. I smiled back. At least I could convince her that I was not there to cause her any harm.

We went back to our seat. She did not speak anything to me. I never tried to talk to her also. I was wrong. Maybe she thought I was crazy. Maybe she will send her boyfriend to beat me up. I got crazy thoughts in my head about hr firing me for molestation that night. I went to office scared. I should not have confessed to her. I went our cubicle she was not there. I expected the worse to happen. And then she came. She wore a jeans and a thick pullover. She had covered herself from head to toe. I expected it. She sat on her seat. I thought of apologizing again. She kept her items on the table. I looked at her. She looked at me. Without saying a word.

She lifted her pullover along with a t-shirt shirt underneath. I was shocked. She kept her pullover in half raised position, giving me all the time to see her silky-smooth navel. I was speechless. Do I thank the god for this or the devil himself. Maybe devil had taken control of my life. I stared without blinking. She then pulled out the pullover. She smiled at me. I gave her a nod that conveyed thousand thanks to her. She gave a naughty smile and started working like nothing happened. The best-looking girl in my office had just agreed to spice up life. This could not be happening. I was not a loser after all. Throughout the day she teased me with a bit of exposing. I loved the feeling. The excitement was killing me. She used to turn her chair towards me and stretch her hands lifting her top giving me a sneak peak of her belly button. She loved teasing me now. I never attempted to touch her. There was this time when the entire cubicle went for a meeting ad only me and her was there.

She purposely lifted her t-shirt and tied it around just below her breast. I ogled at her bared naked navel for half an hour while she acted as she worked. She started liking the feeling that she had an admirer. We never spoke of our personal lives. It was a unspoken bond that we developed.
One day we both worked late. By 6:30 everyone left and we were still there. She looked around to find no one nearby. I winked at her. She had a lot of work but she removed her buttons at the bottom and started working. I don’t know what came over me but I pulled myself out of my chair and bent down and turned her chair towards me. She was shocked. I have never done this before. I parted her shirt and started licking her belly button like crazy. My saliva dripping on her navel. She was too shocked to react. She finally tried to push my head away but I did not relent, I started madly kissing her all over her navel. She could not scream. She pushed me away hard. Finally, I let go of her navel. She slapped me hard on my face. She cried tears rolling out of her eyes. I did not say sorry. She hurriedly buttoned herself and left.

Next day she did not come. I knew I had crossed the limits. I deserved everything that will happen to me know. I did not pray. Even god will not save me anymore. She did not come the next day as well. She came the day after. She did not speak to me. She wore salwar. The look on her face told me that she did not anything to do with me anymore. I conveyed a very very sorry expression on my face which she ignored. She avoided me the whole day. She was getting ready to leave when I wrote on a tissue paper that I will get my seat changed. She did not reply and went past me. Next day I was prepared to get my seat changed to reason that there is not enough sunlight. I came and kept my bag on the table and was about to go to my managers cabin when I saw a tissue paper kept on my desk saying “no need” in bold. I smiled and sat back. I was happy. She came back after a while and smiled at me.

She wore a saree she looked stunning. She sat on her seat and pulled her chair close to mine. She pulled my hands placed my hand on her navel and covered it with her pallu. I could not believe it. Was she a psycho now? I did not care. I slowly caressed her navel all over . We both acted as if we were staring at the monitor. My hand were free to touch whatever I wanted. I wanted to be bold. I slowly raised my hands and touched her breast. She left out a moan. I started squeezing her breasts. I massaged both her breasts for about half an hour and also tickled her belly. She was getting wet I supposed. When someone stood up I let go of her. We acted normal when people were around. This was a perfect arrangement. When no one was around during lunch. I used to go on my knees and suck her navel , lick every corner of her stomach while massaging her breasts. We had mini orgasms every day.

One day she wore a knee length skirt. I had placed my hands on her things massaging her inner thighs all day. We stayed back after work. After most of them left. She pulled out her panty and spread her legs and sat while I liked her pussy juice dry. She got her first proper orgasm in office that day. I fingered her to heaven after that. We keep our office romance active.

And this is the story of a loser turning hero.

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Andee Poses For A College Art Class

There weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...

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Andee Learns Just What Stays in Vegas

Andee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life. This time the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight. What she...

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Fernanda Teenage Lust

I had just finished my first year of college and my mom and dad insisted that I go with them on a quick summer trip to visit one of mom’s old college buddies in Austin, Texas. Normally, I don’t mind such gatherings, but for some reason or another, Austin just didn’t appeal to me. I had been there many years before and didn’t find the city attractive. When we arrived, there were the customary hugs and greetings- since our family is Hispanic. (You have to love a culture that embraces hugging!) I...

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Andee Returns to Las Vegas

Andee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been … interesting. It was a...

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Andee Returns to Las Vegas Chapter 2

Andee smiled as she read the text message on her phone. Before breakfast, she had sent a somewhat vague note to her friend from the night before about wanting to try Roulette again, wondering if he might interpret the suggested sexual undertones – especially after the enthusiastic round of sex from the night before. She thought for a moment, wondering just how acquainted she wanted to get with Connor. It seemed her “one-night stands” in her sexual adventure were more like weekend-long affairs,...

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Andee Returns to Las Vegas

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Andee Returns to Las Vegas Chapter 3

Andee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...

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Andee Returns to Las Vegas Chapter 3

Andee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...

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Andee Heats Up Houston Day 1

Andee edged her way through the crowd surrounding the luggage belt. She was happy to finally be off the plane after the three hour flight from Toronto, but still had some peculiar emotions about being in Houston. Ever since her encounter with Don back at the conference in Chicago she had been maintaining a casual connection with him, mostly on a professional level. When she received his invitation to come to Texas for a few days to explore first hand some of the research developments his...

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Andee Heats Up Houston Day 2

Andee woke to the sound of the shower running. Looking at the digital clock beside the bed she saw that it was just after 6:00 a.m. As she sat up in the bed, she was trying to shake out the cobwebs and jetlag in her head when the realization of what had gone on the night before became obvious. She was naked but couldn’t exactly remember at what point during the night her lingerie had come off. She rolled out of the bed, made her way to the closet and pulled on a t-shirt from her suitcase. She...

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Nandita To Nandini

Hi, To all Iss reader this is my first story hope U all would like it a complete fiction.my self raj i live in Mumbai this story is about my aunty nandita,let me describe her she is in her 30s,lives with her husband and daughter.She is born beauty with an awesome fig of 36.28.40 ..her assets are her huge melons of 36 d and her ass that will give a hard on to any guy who looks at it So now my story starts this was like 5 years ago when I was appearing for my 12 th HSC examination at that time my...

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Andersonville 23 A Twinkle in her Fathers Eyes

Flashback - 11 months earlier (Author's notes - the intro takes place 'right after' Andersonville 6) There were fifteen men and women crowded into the small conference area. As Colonel Myers surveyed the room, he noticed most of them, the programmers anyway, were about half his age. Barry shook his head; he was getting old. His goal was to make general before he retired, and the Andersonville project had seemed like the best way to increase his chances. The problem was, he had...

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Andee Heats Up Houston Day 3

Andee folded down the top of her suitcase and zipped it shut. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end....

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Andee Heats Up Houston Day 3

Andee folded down the top of her suitcase and zipped it shut. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end....

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Nandita Boudi Becomes A Slut

I put the razor to my face, sliding it over the remaining patches of beard that had grown over the winter. This New Year’s Eve I wanted to look smart for the ladies at the party I was going. I have been going out with Shalini for some time, but I was getting tired of her. I even let Ayan (a dear friend of mine) fuck her brains out in a threesome with me. We fucked both her holes all night long till she could not scream or fight anymore. She couldn’t walk for days after that and stopped speaking...

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Andersonville 5 The Guilty Soul

Andersonville 5 - The Guilty Soul by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to all the TG writers out there, who make the days easier to deal with by posting new stories to read each day. Fade in... The sun wasn't even peeking over the hills when the alarm started going off. I hit the snooze button several times but eventually realized I was going to have to get out of bed and get ready for work. I stir slightly, stretching my legs and arms in a poor attempt to wake up. Then...

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Andersonville 12 The Day Linda Anderson Came To Town

I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...

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Andersonville 2 Judgeless

Andersonville 2 - Judge-less by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to Mathew Shepherd, who lives in the hearts of all open-mind people. Fade in... The warm glow of yesterday's conversation with my father ended in the cold reality of Monday morning. The cold reality that I was a young, teenage girl. The cold reality that I was expected to act like a girl, something totally foreign and yes, something I found even a little scary. And the cold reality that I had no idea why I...

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Andersonville 1 Home Sweet Home

Andersonville 1 - Home Sweet Home! by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to Susan M. Bidwell - a young lady who died before her time. Andersonville is based on the story "The life and death of Al Parker". Reading the story is recommend to understand some of the discussion in the follow series. Fade in... Dennis Butz worked on some last minute paperwork with a certain relief. In a few hours his dream would become a reality and then the real work would begin. He heard...

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Andersonville 6 Friendship Lines

Andersonville 6 - Friendship Lines by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to my TS brothers and sisters, who have the guts to stand up to the world and say, "I'm not going to live a lie anymore." Fade in... I saw them come out of the courthouse from across the street. There were four of them; all men dressed in business suits. Every day, just a few minutes after 6pm, they left the courthouse to go home. Three of them proceeded to their cars but the fourth man, maybe 21...

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Andersonville 7 Soul Mates

Andersonville 7 -- Soul Mates by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to all the writers of TG Fiction. Fade in... There I was, in the file room working hard to make sense of the mess I had gotten myself into. I had accidentally misplaced a file and suddenly everything seemed to be out of whack, causing me a great deal of frustration. As a private investigator I was never good at filing, that had always been Al's job. Now, unfortunately, the job was mine and asking myself how...

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Andersonville 21 Sins of the father Sins of the son

"Good morning, Miss Anderson," Crius said in a formal tone. "Please, call me, Linda," I replied. "Only if you call me, Crius," he answered. The Titan God smiled, but I detected no warmth to it. "Okay, Crius." I returned his smile with some reservation. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I didn't feel at ease with him. When he had asked me out to breakfast, I had been tempted to say 'no', but my curiosity had gotten the better of me. "So, what can I do for you?" "Nothing,...

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Andersonville 25 Dr Jensen I presume part II

I stood there in my black dress watching them slowly lower the casket into the ground. Standing next to me was my mother, who was weeping softly. Next to her was my sister Jennifer, and she seemed the saddest of us all. Perhaps she was remembering her own mother and father's funeral who had both died when she was just a young girl. On the other side of the casket I could see Crius standing next to Dennis with an impatient frown. He seemed so out of place, and the expression on...

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Nandita And Mohini 8211 Fucking Two Beauties

Hello friends. This is Neville from Chennai. A couple of years back I posted one of my real stories on this site. I was caught in a police raid in a brothel and was rescued by the wife of my friend, Mohini. Today I and Mohini have been having love sessions as and when needed. I got a call from Mohini that her friend Nandita is in town to attend someone’s wedding. She would be coming to her house on Friday evening as she has a flight back to Toronto on Sunday. Nandita has insisted that she meet...

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Andersonville 3 The Price of Revenge

Andersonville 3 - The Price of Revenge by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to all the survivors of child abuse, both physical and emotional. May you find the support and strength to deal with it like I did. Fade in... Linda Anderson - the do anything wonder woman. That's what the job title should have read. Not that I was good at everything I did; I was just expected to do everything around the office. That included making coffee, filing folders,...

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Andersonville 8 The return of Tom McClain

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Andersonville 10 Boy trouble

"Come on out, Linda," Judge Herns told me. "I don't want to," was my reply back to her. "I look ridiculous!" "It can't be that bad," I heard Dr. Green say. "Yes it can," I responded through the closed door. "Why do I have to do this?" "Because it's part of your agreement for having me change you back into Linda," Judge Herns replied a little sternly. "Now come out here so we can see how you look." I reluctantly opened the door and stepped out wearing the ridiculous outfit...

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Cand viata bate filmul

Cu ceva timp in urma, un prieten de familie mi-a povestit o intamplare pe care a trait-o vara trecuta in concediu, impreuna cu sotia lui. Pentru ca a citit si i-au placut fanteziile erotice publicate de mine pe site-ul asta, m-a rugat sa scriu eu povestea lui si s-o postez aici. Am acceptat pentru ca mi s-a parut foarte interesanta experienta traita de el, cu atat mai mult cu cat atinge o latura destul de sensibila si de controversata a sexualitatii. Marturisesc ca nu mi-a fost deloc usor,...

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Cand viata bate filmul

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Andersonville 9 Never cry wolf

Andersonville 9 - Never cry wolf by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to Gwendolyn Ann Smith for her, "Remembering our dead". It's a place dedicated to our TG brothers and sisters who were murdered at the hands of others due to hate and intolerance. On the average, one (1) TG person is murdered each month. Would you take a moment to visit the site, bow your head, say a prayer for our fallen brothers and sisters, and remember what we are fighting for - the right to be treated as any...

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Andersonville 22 The Awakening

Mike Stoner sat and watched as his boss read the report. Dennis Butz scanned through each page carefully, taking extra time to check out the psychological profile Mike had prepared. Satisfied with what he saw, Dennis placed the report down next to him. "Very thorough," he stated. "Thank you," Mike smiled. Dennis Butz was a good man to work for. "I think she is a very good choice for who you have in mind." Dennis nodded. "When can you move her?" "Tomorrow morning. I...

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Fernanda Peituda Safada her true story

This story is about a beautiful hot Brazilian women Fernanda also known as Peituda Safada.She is working at strip-club Rota96 in Curitiba BrazilFernanda (Peituda Safada) her true storyOver time I had long chats with Fernanda and became to know her very well, she also told me a lot about her daily/nightly activities at the club in Curitiba.So what follows gives a detailed description of her hot live, I got permission from Fernanda to post it all here, she is proud in her work and likes that I...

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Andersonville 27 What if

It was way too early for someone to be calling. Somewhere in the darkness of my room I could hear my cell phone ringing. Looking at the clock on my dresser I cursed - it was 3:30 in the morning. Moving my hand in the direction of the annoying sound, I found the phone and turned it on. "Hello," I said in a curt fashion. I wanted the person to know I wasn't happy about this early morning wake up call. "Good morning, Linda," Dennis Butz replied crisply. "I'm sorry to call you at...

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Andersonville 11 The God Slayer

There we were, two girls having lunch on a cool, April day - only that wasn't the case at all. Neither of us was who we really once were and only one of us was a girl. At least that's what I kept telling myself. As I began my second year as a citizen of Andersonville, there were times I regretted my decision to be turned back into Linda Anderson. It wasn't that I hated my life; I just didn't feel natural living as a woman. In all fairness, I most likely would have felt as...

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Nandita8217s Dream With Dad

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Chandu Uncle Aur Didi 8211 Part 1

Suraj dubne ko tha, vukh lagi thi par ghar me na to khana tha aur na paise. Mai aur meri didi ke liye ye koi nayi bat nahi thi. Mummy hame 5 sal pahle chhod ke chali gayi, papa jo pahle se hi sharabi the aur pine lage, roj daru pite, jua khelte aur factory se kamai sare paise ek jue ke adde me gawa ke ghar ajate aur so jate.. Didi jo 22 sal ki thi,5’4” ht, gori, khubsurat, gol chehra, kandhe tak bal, chhoti ankhen,sab taraf se model. Par unki chuchi kuch jyada hi badi, dusre shadi shuda aurton...

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Andersonville 17 Childhood

Fade in... The town of Andersonville Larry Smith, Bill Maxwell, and Steve Anderson walked across the school grounds. They didn't have football practice today, but that didn't stop the boys from pursuing other types of sports. They were heading for the park to shoot some hoops. The three of them looked like a group of typical teenage boys, but there was nothing typical about them, or for that matter, anyone else in Andersonville. "Is Sally going to meet us there?" Larry asked....

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Andersonville 18 Love and War

There I sat shifting through the many piles of papers lying on my desk and wishing I were somewhere else. It was truly amazing how many reports passed through my hands to be filed or used to type up other reports. I knew that at least half of them would reach Judge Jasper's desk, where he would study them for a few minutes then put them in his out box to be filed by you know who. What surprised me was how much information Judge Jasper remembered. He would quote me numbers on the...

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Andersonville 26 Hate Crimes

Fade in - Somewhere in the Northwestern United States Leo knew he was in trouble the moment he came out of the portal. The place where he was supposed to have gone looked nothing like where he was. Instead of being in the Arizona desert, he was in a canyon surrounded by high cliffs and tall pine trees. On one of the rocky bluffs he caught sight of a herd of wild mountain goats walking along a precarious ridge. "Oh crap," Leo shouted, mostly out of a reaction to the fear he...

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Fernanda Peituda Safada hottest stories

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Maitland Ward 8800 547000

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Andersonville 24 Dr Jensen I Presume

"She's here," Leo said in a respectful tone. Crius grunted, and slowly rose from the chair in his tiny but comfortable study. His new accommodations, a single story house with two bedrooms, were smaller than what he was used to, but still better than what the Olympians had provided him with. He entered the living room, and waited for a woman in her early 60's to get out of the car. She walked slowly, with a limp, as she made her way up the entranceway. Leo ushered her inside,...

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Andersonville 29 Terror from the sky

Fade in -- North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD) Cheyenne Mountain Command Center General Grim walked swiftly down the carpeted hallway flanked by two high-ranking Colonels who served as his aides. His mood matched his name. Anyone who dared wake him in the middle of the night had better have a good reason, and this one certainly fit the bill. Over the past two days his facility had tracked an object just beyond the orbit of Neptune. Normally it would've been...

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Nandu Anubhavalu Part 8211 3

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Nandini Deshpande 8211 Part 1Introduction

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Nandini Deshpande 8211 Part 1Introduction

This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...

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Nandhini My Slutty College Senior 8211 Part 1

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Andersonville 4 Fallen Star

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Andys new life ch2

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Vandana The Sexy Bitch Part 1

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Wandas Story Enhanced Ch 01

Back in 2004, I wrote a series entitled ‘Wanda’s Story.’ Not knowing at the time how long the story would be, I put each chapter in the category that chapter best fit in. As a result, the story wanders through eight different categories here in Literotica. I recently re-read the story and saw plenty of places to fix the story, as well as expand and explain more. Also I felt Wanda’s story wasn’t done yet. So I’m returning to Wanda’s life, and this time it will all go into one category, for...

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Vandana 8211 Gorgeous At 40

A warm hug and love to all ISS readers. I am back with another of amazing experience of mine. Let me introduce myself first of all. I am Harman from Dehradun. I am aged 31 years. I have already posted many stories of mine and as always I would like to thank all of you for your feedback and comments. Especially would like to thank ladies who mailed me and trusted me. Believe me guys I have been able to have sex with 3 ladies only because of ISS. Thanks ISS for that. It’s such a wonderful...

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Fernanda Peituda Safada hottest stories part2

Below a new set of real life stories about a beautiful hot Brazilian women Fernanda, nick name Peituda Safada.You can meet her at the strip-club Rota96 in Curitiba Brazil!Fernanda & Paulla entertaining a guy.I had sex 2 days ago with together another dancer from the club:An american guy wants see how 2 girls do lesbian sex.He orders us to put out all clothes, only we must wear our shoesAfter that we must kissing. He wants see how our tongue goes deep in each other mouth .We must play by...

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