It was a hot summer day in the bustling city of Mumbai. The office of the software development firm, TechSolutions, was buzzing with activity. Among the sea of cubicles, one could find the modest workspace of the office manager, Anjali. Anjali was a 28-year-old Indian woman, known for her striking beauty, sharp intellect, and the envious curves of her body. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, and her dark eyes sparkled with an energy that could captivate anyone who dared to lock gazes with her.
On this particular day, Anjali found herself working late, finishing up some paperwork that had piled up on her desk. As she sat there, her eyes caught the silhouette of a man standing in the doorway of her office. He was tall, muscular, with piercing blue eyes. His name was Raj, the new hire in the sales department. A 25-year-old man from Delhi, with a chiseled jawline and a body that could make any woman swoon.
Raj had been smitten with Anjali since the day he had laid eyes on her. He couldn’t help but notice the way she commanded the office, her confidence, and the way she carried herself with such grace. Tonight, he had decided to make his move.
“Anjali, I couldn’t help but notice you working so late,” Raj said, as he stepped into her office, his eyes never leaving hers.
Anjali looked up from her paperwork and smiled. “Yes, it seems like there’s never an end to it,” she replied, her voice as smooth as silk.
Raj took a step closer to her, his eyes filled with desire. “Well, perhaps I can help you take a little break,” he suggested, his voice low and seductive.
Anjali felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew what he was suggesting, and a part of her wanted to resist, but another part of her was already yearning for his touch.
“I suppose a little break wouldn’t hurt,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Raj moved closer, his hand reaching for her face, gently caressing her cheek. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together in a rhythm that was both intoxicating and exhilarating.
As they continued to kiss, Anjali felt her body responding to his touch. Her nipples hardened, and a warm, wet sensation began to build between her legs. She reached up, her hands running through Raj’s hair, pulling him closer.
Raj’s hands began to explore Anjali’s body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist, before settling on the buttons of her blouse. He slowly undid each button, his lips never leaving hers. As her blouse fell open, revealing her lacy black bra, he couldn’t help but let out a low growl of desire.
His hands moved to her breasts, gently cupping them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Anjali let out a soft moan, her back arching as she pressed her breasts further into his hands.
Raj broke their kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling and licking as he went. Anjali tilted her head back, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his lips on her skin.
He continued his descent, his lips finding the swell of her breasts. He teased her, his breath hot against the fabric of her bra. Anjali whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Finally, he pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her hard, dark nipples. He took one in his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue, while his hand pinched and rolled the other between his fingers.
Anjali’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking against the edge of her desk as she sought some kind of friction to ease the ache building inside her.
Raj’s hand moved from her breast, down her stomach, and beneath the waistband of her skirt. He found her wet and ready for him, his fingers sliding easily through her folds.
He teased her, his fingers dancing around her clit, never quite touching it, as she whimpered and pleaded for more.
Finally, he relented, his fingers pressing against her clit, circling and rubbing, as she cried out in pleasure.
Anjali’s orgasm tore through her, her body trembling and shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her.
As she came down from her high, she found Raj watching her, his eyes filled with desire and longing.
“I want to taste you,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Anjali nodded, her breath still coming in short gasps.
Raj moved between her legs, his fingers still working her clit as his tongue began to explore her folds.
He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep inside her as she moaned and cried out, her hands gripping the edge of her desk.
Anjali’s second orgasm was even more intense than the first, her body convulsing as she came, her juices coating Raj’s face.
As she came down from her high, she pulled Raj up, her lips finding his in a deep, passionate kiss.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, her voice filled with need.
Raj didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly shed his clothes, his cock standing at attention.
Anjali spread her legs, her hand reaching down to guide him inside her.
He entered her slowly, filling her completely, and sending waves of pleasure through her body.
They moved together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, as they chased their release.
Anjali came first, her orgasm triggering Raj’s own, his hot seed filling her as he collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and gasping for breath.
As they lay there, spent and satisfied, Anjali knew that this was just the beginning of their illicit office affair.
And so, as the night wore on, they explored each other’s bodies, learning and discovering new ways to bring each other pleasure, their passion and desire for one another burning brighter with each passing moment.
