Sex With My Senior Colleague
Among my colleagues is a stunning woman named Neha, who is 28 years old. Neha is known for her voluptuous figure, standing tall with a curvaceous, full-figured physique.
In the bustling city of Pune, I'm Rohan, a 24-year-old with a tall, athletic build. I work in the HR department of a prominent IT company. Among my colleagues is a stunning woman named Neha, who is 28 years old. Neha is known for her voluptuous figure, standing tall with a curvaceous, full-figured physique. Her measurements are a captivating 38-34-36, with large, alluring breasts that always draw attention. She has long, silky hair and wears stylish glasses that add an intellectual allure to her sensual charm. Our interactions at the office are limited to professional exchanges and occasional smiles, but I often find myself stealing glances at her curvaceous form and juicy lips.
Recently, I discovered that Neha lives just a short walk away from me. We decided to start carpooling to work, sharing a cab and splitting the fare. One evening, as we headed back home, the skies opened up, and a heavy downpour ensued. Neha was dressed in a vibrant green saree, her ample curves on full display as the cab navigated through the traffic. Suddenly, the driver hit a pothole, and my hand accidentally brushed against her generous bosom. I couldn't tell if she noticed, but the sensation sent a jolt of desire through me, making the rest of the ride a mix of excitement and anticipation.
The rain showed no signs of letting up, and Neha hadn't brought an umbrella. I offered to walk her to her apartment, and she accepted. As we walked under the small umbrella, I held her close, feeling her soft, wet body pressed against mine. The scent of her perfume mixed with the fresh rain was intoxicating. I could feel my desire growing, and I slipped my hand to her waist, pulling her even closer. She didn't resist, and we continued our walk in silence, the tension between us palpable.
We reached her apartment, and she invited me in to wait out the storm. The electricity was out, casting the small living room in darkness. We sat side by side on the couch, our wet clothes sticking to our skin, the sexual tension building with each passing second. Suddenly, I felt her hand on my thigh, rubbing gently. I turned to look at her, and our eyes locked. The desire in her gaze was unmistakable, and we leaned in, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
Neha's hands fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, while mine slipped under her wet blouse, feeling her soft skin. She unhooked her bra, revealing her full, round breasts with dark nipples that begged to be touched. I couldn't resist, my mouth finding one nipple and sucking gently, eliciting a moan from deep within her. She wrapped her hand around my growing erection, stroking it through my pants. The sensation was electric, and I could feel myself losing control.
I turned her around, my hands cupping her breasts from behind as I kissed her neck. She arched into me, her ass pressing against my hard length. I could feel her desire, her need, and it mirrored my own. I spun her back around, my mouth finding hers in a hungry kiss. I pushed her gently onto the couch, my hands pulling at her wet clothes until she was bare before me. Her pink, glistening pussy was an invitation I couldn't refuse.
I positioned myself between her legs, my cock pressing against her entrance. She was wet and ready, and with a single thrust, I was sheathed inside her. She gasped, her nails digging into my back as I began to move. The room was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, our moans and gasps echoing in the darkness. I could feel her tightening around me, her body convulsing as she reached her climax. It was too much, and with a final thrust, I spilled myself inside her, our bodies shuddering with the intensity of our release.
That night was just the beginning. Over the following days and weeks, our secret encounters became a regular part of our routine. The thrill of the forbidden, the excitement of sneaking away for stolen moments, only served to heighten our desire for each other. Our office dynamic remained professional, but the shared secret added a layer of intimacy that was undeniable. We continued to explore each other's bodies, our connection growing stronger with each encounter. The city of Pune buzzed around us, oblivious to the passionate secret we shared.
One day, Neha suggested a change of scenery. She knew of a secluded spot by the Mula-Mutha River where we could be alone. We met after work, and she led me to a hidden cove, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the water. We didn't waste time on words, our bodies pressing together as we kissed passionately. Neha pushed me down onto the soft grass, straddling me as she ground her hips against mine. I could feel her heat, her wetness, and I quickly unzipped my pants, freeing my hard cock. She sank down onto me, her moans filling the air as she began to ride me.
The sensation was incredible, her tight pussy gripping me as she moved. I could feel her breasts bouncing in front of my face, and I reached up, cupping them, my thumbs circling her nipples. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she rode me harder, faster. The sounds of our lovemaking mixed with the lapping of the water against the shore, creating a symphony of desire.
Neha's body tensed, her inner muscles clamping down on me as she came, her cries echoing through the cove. The sight of her in the throes of pleasure was too much, and I thrust up into her, spilling my seed deep inside her. We collapsed onto the grass, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
As we lay there, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a kaleidoscope of colors. Neha rested her head on my chest, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. We didn't need words, our connection speaking volumes. We knew this was just the beginning, that our passion for each other was far from sated. And as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, we made a silent pact to explore every inch of each other, to indulge in our desires without restraint. The city of Pune slept, unaware of the fiery passion that burned between us.
In another encounter, we found ourselves in her apartment during a rare moment when her roommate was out of town. The apartment was quiet, the only sounds coming from the distant hum of the city. Neha led me to her bedroom, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm light over her skin. She undressed slowly, her eyes never leaving mine, teasing me with each deliberate movement. I watched, my desire growing with each second, as she revealed her luscious body.
She pushed me onto the bed, straddling me as she leaned down to kiss me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her hard nipples teasing me through the thin fabric of my shirt. I quickly shed my clothes, my cock standing at attention, ready for her. She smiled, a sultry curve of her lips, as she positioned herself over me, guiding my cock into her wet pussy.
The sensation was exquisite, her tight heat enveloping me as she began to move. I reached up, cupping her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples, eliciting soft moans from her lips. She rode me with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her hips rolling in a way that drove me wild. I could feel the pressure building, my body tensing as I fought to hold back.
Neha leaned down, her breasts pressing against my chest as she kissed me deeply. The change in angle sent me over the edge, and I thrust up into her, my cock pulsing as I came. She followed soon after, her body convulsing around me as she cried out in pleasure.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. The room was filled with a sense of satisfaction, our bodies sated but our desire for each other far from quenched. We knew that this was just the beginning, that our passion for each other would continue to burn, a secret flame in the heart of Pune.
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