A Sensual Office Romance – Tara’s True Story of Unexpected Love at Work

Hi everyone,

I'm Tara, a 25-year-old Chartered Accountant currently working at a Big 4 firm. Today, I want to share a personal story from my previous office—something very close to my heart.

At that time, I had just completed a year of my articleship. Our firm was small, with only 7 people, including me. All the others were men—some were seniors, some were articles like me. Being the only woman in the office wasn't always easy, but I always believed in being confident and professional. I never thought something would happen that would stay with me forever.

One person who always stood out was Manoj Sir, our boss. He was in his mid-30s, serious, well-spoken, and always focused on work. But there was something in his eyes… a kindness I noticed. A few times, I caught him looking at me when I wasn't watching. And I must admit, I had noticed him too.

I am 5 feet 10 inches tall, with a curvy figure and 38D breasts. My fair skin and confident demeanor always made me feel attractive.

It was audit season—endless files, late nights, pressure from clients. We all were tired. One evening, everyone had left except me and Manoj Sir. I was wrapping up some notes when he called me into his cabin.

"Come, Tara. Sit," he said in his usual soft tone.

I sat down, expecting some discussion about work.

He looked at me for a moment and asked gently, "You okay? You look a little worn out."

I gave a small smile. "Just audit stress, Sir. It’s been too much lately."

He nodded. "I can see that. You’ve been doing a lot, and I’ve noticed." There was a pause. "You always carry yourself with so much grace, Tara. I admire that."

Something in his words made me feel warm. Appreciated.

"Thank you, Sir. That means a lot."

"I’ve also noticed," he continued, "how you handle everything without complaining. And honestly, I think about you sometimes… even after work hours."

I looked at him, surprised. My heart skipped a beat. There was a different softness in his voice. Something real. Something I wasn’t expecting.

"Sir… I don’t know what to say," I whispered.

"You don’t have to say anything, Tara. But if I’ve crossed a line, please tell me. I respect you a lot."

There was a moment of silence. I don’t know what came over me, but I smiled and looked into his eyes. "You haven’t crossed a line… but maybe you’ve touched something inside me."

He stood up slowly and came near me. "May I?" he asked softly.

I nodded.

And then, he held my face so gently, as if I was something precious. Our lips met—not with hunger, but with emotion. It was slow, sweet, and full of warmth. I felt a mix of butterflies and calmness inside me. Like I was safe in that moment.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth, tasting me, savoring me. I kissed him back, my hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. He pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tight.

He slowly unbuttoned my blouse, his fingers deft and sure. I helped him, shrugging it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts, and I felt a rush of cool air against my skin. He cupped them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending shivers down my spine.

"Tara, you’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

I reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it, pushing it off his shoulders. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles, the soft hair that covered his skin. He was beautiful, strong, and I wanted him more than I could say.

He kissed my neck, his lips soft and gentle, his tongue tracing a path down to my collarbone. I arched my back, pressing my breasts against him, wanting more. He obliged, his mouth finding my nipple, sucking and nipping, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

I fumbled with his belt, my hands shaking with anticipation. He helped me, pushing his pants down, freeing his erection. I wrapped my hand around him, feeling his length, his hardness, his heat. He groaned, his hips bucking into my touch.

"Tara," he breathed, his voice ragged with need. "I want you so much."

He guided me to the couch in the lobby area, his hand on the small of my back. I sat down, and he knelt before me, his eyes never leaving mine. He slowly pulled down my panties, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

He spread my legs gently, his hands on my thighs, and leaned in, his breath hot against my core. I could feel my heart racing, my body trembling with anticipation. He kissed my inner thigh, his lips soft and gentle, his tongue tracing a path up to my center.

He parted my folds with his fingers, exposing my clit, and began to lick and suck, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles. I moaned, my head falling back, my eyes closed, lost in the sensation. He continued, his fingers joining his tongue, exploring me, teasing me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Manoj," I cried out, my body tensing, my muscles clenching as I came, waves of pleasure washing over me, leaving me breathless and spent.

He kissed my inner thigh one last time before standing up, a satisfied smile on his face. He pulled me up, his arms around me, holding me close. I could feel his erection pressing against me, and I reached down, wrapping my hand around him, feeling his length, his hardness, his heat.

He groaned, his hips bucking into my touch. I guided him to the couch, pushing him down gently. I straddled him, feeling his cock press against my core, separated only by the thin fabric of my panties. I ground against him, feeling the friction, the building pleasure.

He reached between us, positioning himself at my entrance. I sank down slowly, feeling him fill me, stretch me, complete me. We both moaned, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating in sync.

He held my hips, guiding my movements, helping me find the rhythm. I rode him, my body moving of its own accord, chasing the pleasure, the release. He met my thrusts, his hips lifting, his cock hitting all the right spots.

"Tara," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "You feel so good."

I leaned down, kissing him, my tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, savoring him. He kissed me back, his hands tangling in my hair, holding me close.

I could feel my orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in my belly. I moved faster, my body chasing the release, the ecstasy. He met my thrusts, his hips lifting, his cock hitting all the right spots.

"Manoj," I cried out, my body tensing, my muscles clenching around him. "I’m coming."

He groaned, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his own release. We rode out our orgasms together, our bodies moving in sync, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating as one.

We stayed like that for a while, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. He kissed me gently, his lips soft and sweet against mine.

"That was amazing, Tara," he murmured, his voice husky with satisfaction.

I smiled, feeling content and happy. "It was, Manoj. It really was."

After that, we didn’t speak much about it. But our bond changed. We shared smiles, exchanged glances, and sometimes had tea together in silence. We never let our equation affect work. We were mature, and there was a silent understanding between us.

Eventually, I left that office when I got the opportunity at a Big 4. On my last day, he came to my desk and said, "I’ll miss working with you, Tara. You were one of the brightest here."

I smiled, and quietly said, "I’ll miss you too, Sir."

That moment stayed with me.