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Hi, this is writing this story. Your comments and feedbacks are welcome. This is the story of an intimate moment that happens between two officemates of an office in a trip.
I was excited and mesmerised when she sat by my side. She was the hot figure of my daydreams in the office. It looked like gods gift for me when she sat along with me. Let me first introduce myself first. I am Yusuf and I work in a small company as a lower grade officer. Ours is a small group and in that group there is one lady called Kavya. She is a married women and mother of a kindergarten girl. She is in her early thirties and looked gorgeous. What attracted me most to her is her standing out heavy boobs. Whatever costume she wears, be it saree blouse, churidhar, or jeans and t-shirt, her boobs made a prominent mark. It always took a lot of effort from me to be not caught red handed while staring at her boobs. On special occasions she used to wear saree and such days became my heavy masturbation days. If she had stood facing a wall, her boobs would have touched the wall at least 1 inch before her feet could. Her bosom looked great even in a conservative churidhar. Though everyone knows and acknowledges her assets very well, nobody dares to ogle at her. Because she has a lot of attitude and is bold and harsh when she speaks.
We decided to go for a one day outing with plan to start early morning and return back early next day morning. Though I had money problems, I decided to go for the outing only because she is there for it. I should admit the fact that though we had even better good looking girls in our group, none of their figures and statics attracted me as much as kavya. So I left with the group with my focus only on kavya and excluding the other girls in the group. She was wearing a white free flowing churidhar. I was not able to distinguish if she was wearing a bra inside. Though she should be wearing one, I was able to see only her white slip underneath with the straps on the shoulder. Even as I watched her bouncing boobs intensively I couldn’t distinguish her bra from the camisole. But soon I got it clarified in our first stop in the tour. We got down at a famous waterfall. And there I got to see her get all drenched in her white attire. And there now I could see the straps of her bra clearly. And also the contour of her bra cup under the camisole and even her nipple studs.
Our original plan was to check in to a motel first to change dress and then plunge into the water. But that didn’t materialize as the motel didn’t stick to their booking time and will be available by noon only. That gave the ladies no option other than to plunge into the water in their good dress itself. Otherwise they simply have to sit back and watch others. So that became the reason why my Kavya too dared to wet herself in that white dress. And it was cooling for my eyes. I was amazed to see that even in that drenched state her boobs looked only more prominently bigger than ever. Her loose chudhi clinked on to her bosom to reveal her big boobs enclosed in tight bra and topped with camisole. Though the ladies and even gents didn’t plan to get drenched completely, by the end of it they where all completely drenched. Then we quickly left for the motel and got dressed up, took food and proceeded with the rest of the tour.
For the rest of the tour Kavya wore a polo t-shirt and leggings. It was not a spectacular shirt which made me assume that she had originally intended to use it for the waterfalls. The thick banyan material made it ideal to be worn inside water, than the white chudhi she originally wore. Though her new dress lacked lustre, still I liked it for two reasons. One is there is no dupatta to hide her magnificent bust. So her coconut sized boobs are open before my eyes and I could watch its swings much more easily. Second is though the t-shirt is of conservative thick fabric, it was figure hugging and showed the heaviness of her curves much more sharper than her regular chudhi or salwar kameez. But while saying this I should remind all that it is still no competition to the regular blouse of her saree (They are a class apart). Her skinny leggings matched her top. We visited rest of the places in our trip and then started on our return journey by around 9.
We expected to reach home by early morning. In the return journey everyone started to dance to the tunes of music and disco lights. Being a shy person I comfortably prefer to sit back and enjoy it all. I choose a seat close to kavya so that I got a good chance to watch her in her dance steps. And it was worthy of it. Watching kavya from a low angle was a first time for me. She jumped and swayed to the tunes of the music. And along with her, her boobs too jumped, bounced and swayed for my delightful eyes. I never knew before that she, a mother of a 4 year old was fond of dancing this much. Her armpit drenched in her sweat. Sweat dotted her t-shirt around the belly button circle and her upper chest. I understood that her sweat accumulated on the t-shirt where her camisole or her bra is not able to reach.
Dancing went on till around 10 or so after which people started retiring. Kavya was one of the first person to retire. And I was thrilled when she came to my row and asked if she could take my window seat. We hired a big ac luxury coach, and there where many seats vacant as only 22 people are there for the journey and most of them are up and dancing. So I was surprised when she requested for my window seat. Probably she liked the middle placement of my seat and so would have chosen. And I felt my judgement was right as even while seated she had her hands up and danced to the tunes. Her fragrance mixed with sweat filled my nostrils. As I stole glances at her I could see her boobs shaking in close-up and slow-motion. I felt hardon and found it difficult to control. The dance sessions subsided and everyone started dispersing.
Before 11, everyone had settled down and only night blue lamp is up. I felt glad that Kavya haven’t moved out of her seat. Probably she is tired to move somewhere else. She is already sleeping. We were sitting in a 3 seater seat. She was on window seat leaning to the window while I was on the other side. The blue night light which was unusually brighter than it should have been, gave ample view of Kavya. The ac of the bus was chilling. But she seamed to be fine with it and hasn’t bothered to take the woollen blankets provided in the upper rack. Whereas I covered myself with a thick layer of the blanket as I felt shivering. Time passed on and it should be around 11:30 and she is still fast asleep.
She had turned a bit here and there that finally she was in a posture where her left hand was up above her head as an additional headrest. I couldn’t see her right hand which was close to the window side. Her face was straight up and eyes closed. Her chest heaved in her slow rhythmic breathing. Her posture with the hand above her head was breathtaking. She looked like a sedative damsel before me. Her posture showed the expanded view of her full size boobs. The taut boobs facing upwards was tempting and inviting for me. With the jerks of the bus, it shook in its position. For the first time in my life I felt that I can stare at her boobs directly and intensively without having to be worried of being caught.
I scanned her boobs in high resolution mode and in ultra slow motion. I was able to grab the seams of her bra running across the outermost perimeter of her boobs. In that stretched position even the stud of her nipples was visible through the polo shirt. I tried to recollect the visuals of her in blouse and overlayed it with the current visual I am seeing now. Definitely if it was her blouse it would have been much more tighter than the polo shirt. I could have seen her blouse material stretched out heavily. The fleshiness of her upper boobs would be seen significantly above her blouse. Even in the polo shirt though, I could see a little bit of her chest flesh above her conservative neck line. For her to hide the glimpses of her fleshiness, I think it would require her to wear a neckline that would cover till her neck! As her hand is facing upwards, I could see the white skin of her hand going down all the way to the short sleeves of her t-shirt and beyond it where the bulge of her mountain should be meeting it.
Her boob is so erect, stiff and well shaped that I felt a sudden urge to hold it in my hands. At the same speed with which the thought came to mind, I discarded the thought as it is too dangerous that I will never take such a risk. But when I looked at her bust, the temptations started building in me much more strongly. My devils mind told me that this is my one and only chance. She is sleeping. What else do I need to touch a girl intimately! But I resisted my mind. Then my mind started playing differently. It tempted me to attempt to play around her, but without touching her. It gave ideas to get my hand really close with her assets, but yet not touch so as not to awake her. This way I can get a kick of the feeling of almost touching her and feeling her curve, but still be in the safe zone.
I looked around once and saw everyone in fast asleep. There is no one sitting on the seats left of us or just behind. So I moved my butt bit by bit so that I am sitting closer to her, somewhat in the middle seat. I watched her intently. She is still asleep with her chest heaving in rhythmic motion. Her eyes are shut with the head slightly tilted away from me. Fortunately her seat was in a recliner position an inch or so below the general seat alignment. So that should give me a comfortable reach. I raised my left hand inside my blanket to take it near to her boobs. I shivered not out of chill, but out of fear. I watched her all the while. My hand is close to her, but under the blanket. I slowly took my hand out of the blanket and inched it closer to her body near her upper hand. When it was very close to her hand between her boob and her inner arm, my nerve broke down and retrieved my hand in exertion.
I looked around once again. This slow process is nerve wracking. So I decided to approach it in a different way. After checking her face, I in a quick action brought my fingers very close to her protruding tits, just half an inch or so above it. Then quickly in the same speed I retrieved my hand. Wow, it was really enjoyable and thrilling at the same time. I tried it several times. Each time I tried different positions. By the end I felt the cupping action is the most thrilling for me. When I keep my fingers curved to form a cup, and then hover it above her boobs, I got the illusion of almost touching her boobs. My cock was rock hard by my action. I turned around my palm over her boobs which gave me the illusion of rubbing her boobs. I started trying it for longer periods, gaining confidence and getting relaxed by each moment. I took my right hand inside my pants and held my cock in my hands while the left hand cupped her boobs imaginarily. I was in a dreamy bliss.
Then suddenly it happened. Out of no where her right hand came and held my left hand firmly in hers. She sat straight in her seat and then turned her head towards me, eyes half open. I got the freight of my life. I took out my hands from inside my pants. I blamed my lapse for not checking her sleep level every now and then. I got so involved with her boobs that I forgot that part. I felt my life is over. Various sexual harassment cases that dot the newspaper scrolled through my mind. I felt I am going to loose my job. Knowing the heavy handed approach of kavya, and her sharp tongue, I understood that I stood no chance. I can’t even beg pardon with her, as she is not the type who forgives people. But strangely instead of making loud noise about what I did, she just held my hands and looked at me.
Then she spoke softly at me “What where you doing with your hand!”. Though softly spoken, she still had that authoritative tone in her voice. I didn’t reply and kept my head hung. I tried to take out my hand. But she forcefully held on to it. “Where you holding me like this” saying that she squeezed her boob with my palm. The sudden soft impact of her boobs on my palm made me forget everything else for a second. I felt her boobs are really conical and firm. Returning to my senses I tried to withdraw my hand saying “No, I didn’t do that”. She reiterated “Then what did I saw”. I replied “No I didn’t mean that. It was a misunderstanding”. I tried to blabber my innocence. But she said “Shhhhhh, keep your voice down, you culprit”. I felt happy that at least she is not planning to bust me in front of my colleagues.
She told “Are you planning to admit the mistake you did\”. I again tried to defend in a low voice saying “No, no, I didn’t exactly do something like you think. I was just …” She didn’t allow me to complete and said “Ohhh, so you are not admitting your mistake. So you wanted me to raise a sexual harassment complaint at you”. Hearing the term sexual harassment, I totally surrendered to her “I am sorry mam, I did a mistake and I will never repeat it”. All this while my left hand was still on her left boob. Though initially I was very much conscious of the softness and firmness as well as hugeness of her boobs, our talk diverted me from its attention. She said “There you are, at least now you showed the guts to admit the wrong you did. Do you know what the punishment is if I tell it outside”. I nodded indicating I know. She continued “what made you dare to do such a punishable offence” I didn’t answer that question of hers. She continued “You better answer me properly and not piss me off”.
I was surprised by her sudden use of bad word. Though she is sharp tongued, it is the first time I hear her saying pissed. I as a matter of fact admitted to her by answering “You looked very tempting for the day”. She apparently seamed to have accepted my answer, for she didn’t press for any other answer from me. She still had my hands over her boobs. My conscious now went back to her boobs, where her tits, to my excitement felt very hard and thrusting in-between my fingers. I for a moment wished if she never takes off my hands from her. Waking me from my thoughts she asked “so are you still being tempted by my body”. I didn’t quiet get what her question was. But without waiting for an answer she asked more questions “Do you still fancy playing with my body. What would you have done if I had let you go free on my body? Would you have squeezed my boobs like this …?” She said that while making me squeeze her boob for the first time with my hand. “Or would you be squeezing my nipples between your fingers”, she said that by squeezing my fingers which in turn crushed her tits in-between.
I got confused. What is happening here? Am I being punished or entertained? In the name of questioning, she is taking me through the whole act. Something which I haven’t done in the first place. But as long as it is enjoyable I will be more than happy. She asked me then “You said you will never repeat it right?” I nodded in agreement. She said “So can I be sure that you will never repeat or even try to attempt this in the future. Can I get a word for that?” Now I understood the point. She doesn’t want to make a fuss out of the situation and wanted to tidy this whole episode under the seat. She also wanted an assurance that I won’t repeat it in the future. I felt relieved. I told her “I promise you that I will never do it again in my life”. She listened to me promising, then told “Ok, since you are giving me assurance, and since I expect you to abide by it, you can continue what you where doing for now. And remember this is only for now and not to be expected later”.
I didn’t quiet get the turn of events at first. But the next moment when Kavya made my hand press against her boobs once again, I got the idea. I looked at her face once again and asked “Are you sure about it”. She replied “yes, but not like this, not in open like this. You have that blanket right. Let us share it, and under it we can have our play”. I felt it difficult o believe my ears. Is this the Kavya that I know? Is this the same hard faced, hard-tongued kavya that I have known throughout my office life? But I didn’t have much time to think. I sat closer to her. My blanket was big enough to be shared by two and I got her covered in it. She told “remember, I will sit like I am sleeping. Rest is in your hands. If anyone catches you, I will be the first one to lash out at you. I will put you across as the culprit. So it should be in your own interest that you don’t get caught”. I nodded in agreement. When I am getting her boobs to play around, no other conditions seamed to be hard for me.
I looked at her with a face whether I can start on her. She without saying anything leaned her face on the window panel and sat like being asleep. I moved my hand underneath the blanket and reached her boobs without any hesitation. I pressed on to the boobs which I was squeezing some time before. It felt like a shock absorber to me. I found out her tits and kneaded it between my fingers. Though she acted being asleep, her face showed how difficultly she was trying to control her emotions. I felt like an achiever for having the toughest girl in our office to be emotionally dependent on my hand. Suddenly I felt like this is not enough for me. I moved my hand downwards and got hold of the edge of her t-shirt. From there I put my hand inside and moved upwards to reach up to her underboobs. To my misplaced understanding, she was not using any camisole under the t-shirt. I was directly crawling over her naked skin.
There was no negative reaction from her side, which acted as a green signal for me. As I reached her underboob, I pressed her boob from down under pushing up her boobs a bit. I started pressing and releasing her boobs. After a point I stopped that and moved my fingers under her cup to touch her boobs, especially her tit directly with my fingers. Wow touching naked is better than touching over the t-shirt. I rolled her nipple with my fingers. Kavya twisted in her seat, unable to tolerate the pleasure. I pushed up her bra, pushing it above her boob. Now her boob got released and is fully in my hand. I weighed it in my hand and felt it quiet heavy. It was very soft and jelly type. I wanted to suck it, but felt bad that I wouldn’t be able to take that risk. I squeezed her boobs and pulled its nipple down.
Kavya stiffened up in her seat. She then opened her eyes and looked up at me. She straightened up her posture. I waited wondering what she is up to. All the while my hand was on her boob. She then took my right hand in hers and then led it to the bottom of her t-shirt and took it under the t-shirt. Then she tugged my hand down pulling it under the waist band of her leggings. She led it half way to her panties and then left my hand there and looked at me. Her face showed that I can continue from where she stopped. She wanted me to play with her pussy too. I was more than happy to comply. Unlike a jeans pant, the leggings will offer no resistance to put in our hands. Due to the stretchy material it is made off, we can manipulate our hands inside it as if the person is not wearing anything at all.
So pretty much comfortably I massaged her pussy in slow strokes over her panties. I touch felt her vertical lips with my fingers. There was a bit of moist over the panties in that area. I took my hand and tucked it under her panties, inserting it as far as I can till I reached her pussy lips. Her pussy was not very hairy. Probably shaved recently. But the hairs felt soft indicating she must have waxed or something rather than shaving. I ran my finger over her vertical lips without actually entering it. I stroked her lips across its length. The result was immediate. She squeezed her legs trapping my fingers in-between. I slowly made my way over her pusy lips. Meanwhile my left hand too played with her nipples, this time now taking out her other boob too from under the bra. I slid my fingers across her pussy slit which drenched my fingers slowly. I started getting deeper into her slit until I found her pussy door. I looked at her face. Her eyes are tightly closed as if by force.
Though she wanted to show herself as sleeping, her face won’t be able to convey it anymore. I doubted if she will be able to handle all the pleasure that follows with the same face. I inserted two of my fingers half way into her pussy until it felt tight. I started stroking her till that point until her pussy started expanding under my fingers. Soon I was able to put in whole of my fingers inside her pussy. I felt like a mountaineer at the peek of his achievement. Suddenly I felt a hand on my pants. It was Kavya’s hand in search of my hardon. I looked at her and found her to be staring back at me. She didn’t give out any expressions on her face. Probably trying to cover up her true feelings. Her right hand held my hardon over the pants vertically. She rubbed her fingers over it giving it slight stroke. I wished if she opened up my zip and took it in her bare hands. As if she heard my wish, I found her fumbling for my zip and then she zipped down my pants. She took her hand inside my pants and ran all over my underwear feeling my cock and even feeling my bare leg at times. All this while I finger fucked her slowly.
She then unhooked the top button of my pants and parted both sides. Then she stretched down my underwear to reveal my rock hard cock. It sprang up when released from my underwear. It even showed its impression over the blanket. Kavya had to grab it with her hand and keep it low profile. It felt great for me to have her hold my cock. The lady of my sleepless nights is actually holding my cock. No wait, she is stroking it. Yes she is stroking it to the tune of my fingering her. She stroked it slowly and rhythmically. I had never stroked my cock slowly while masturbating. And I find that when she stroked it slowly, the pleasure I got is much more higher than when I stroked it harder and faster. I looked at her with a thankful face. But she was sitting there with her head held high enjoying the feeling of stroking and being stroked. My hand on her bust has been lying idle for some moments. I re-energized my hand and started mauling her boobs. My finger fucking still maintained the same slow rhythm.
At one point I felt her slow hand job is torturing me to an extreme point of pleasure. I wished now that she had stroked me faster and taken me to the next level of my pleasure. But she didn’t, and instead changed her style frequently. First she was stroking using her whole hand. Later she used her thumb and middle finger and stroked only on the ring region of my cock. She definitely knows how to make a man go crazy on her. I felt her husband should be a very lucky person. Meanwhile I was also not lagging behind as I used my fingers like an expert on her pussy. I twisted and twirled to make her feel the best. Though I started slowly in the beginning I was not taking her slowly anymore. I hardfucked her pussy. But she had good calibre that she was able to hold on from orgasm. On her part she stepped up her antic by stroking me with just her thumb and first finger forming a ring with it. The tight ring is made to pass over rubbing the ring of my cock.
Though she didn’t increase the speed of her handjob, the result was mind-blowing. It was too much for me to bear. But she didn’t allow me to cum then. She stroked me very slowly as before. I felt the only way to make her cum me is to make her cum first. So I fingered her strongly. With time she showed the signs of a build up in her. She tightened her clasp on the blanket while her other hand tightened on my cock. She started speeding up her strokes. I felt my trick is working. But now I understood why she has been keeping back from stroking me harder and faster earlier. Because the feeling I am getting now is unmatchable. I had never experienced such a build up ever in my masturbation. She has been saving the best for the last. And she built it up slowly and steadily. I could feel the cum building up in me. I too stroked her pussy feverishly and I could feel her pussy walls expanding and contracting.
And then it happened. No, it is not what you think. In a moment\’s thought I brought my head under the blanket with the help of my left hand and then sucked her bare nipples in full mouth. I never thought my dream of sucking her boob will be realized that too while she is giving me handjob. And I couldn’t even take-in a quarter of it in my mouth. I felt her other hand behind my head, coming as a support to me. In the heat of our build up to orgasm, I think she didn’t mind me taking some risk like these. As her orgasm neared she thrusted my face even more forcefully on to her boobs. I fingered non stop down there for her. Even I felt to be at the peak of my pleasure pain. And then it happened. As I teethed her tit in my mouth I cummed shooting my cum all over her hand. I like a kid mouthed more of her boobs in ecstasy while my body was almost leaning against her. My fingers still fucked her and soon she too reached climax drenching my hand in her juice.
While my cock is still not finished spitting cum, The spasm of her orgasm vibrated on my fingers. I stayed like that relaxing on her body. I wondered if I will ever get another chance like this again. She after waiting for some moments, wiped the cum out of her hand on my underwear, and pulled up my underwear. She like a disciplined person zipped up the pants for me and hooked up the button. Then she politely and gently separated my head from sucking her boobs. I reluctantly sat straight taking out my head from under the blanket. I took off my hands from her boobs too. She adjusted her bra and the t-shirt and then unwrapped the blanket from over her body and shoved it to me. I watched her bust which once again became visible to me in t-shirt. I felt like seeing it in an entirely new light. Earlier I could know it only from what I saw outside. But now I felt the pride of a conqueror who knows it inside out.
Seeing the look in my face, she leaned towards me and told “Don’t get any ideas. Forget all that happened between us. I suppose you remember your word you gave me. If you break it and approach me again, I will break your neck and make sure to keep you in the limelight for it”. Though she told it very calmly I can recognize the threat and firmness in her words. Definitely I cannot mess with her by approaching her again. But I thanked her in my mind for giving all that she could in this night. All my wishes was granted, except may be a good fuck. I fancied my chances on it when she turned towards me once again and told “By the way, thanks for all that you have done”. She smiled at me for the first time and then turned towards the window away from my gaze. Well, may be after all, I may get another chance to fuck with her. God only knows. I resigned to the recliner chair with a ray of hope in my mind!
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