Chronicle 1: Pretty Office Ass
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This is a true sex story based on my life events. I am telling it in the third person. However, the point of view is mostly hers. She left the office at 4 pm, walked to the bus stop right across the road, and took the 4:14 bus towards downtown. The bus dropped her at Pilkington Avenue in 25 minutes. She got down, walked for ten minutes, and entered her apartment building. This is what she had been doing every weekday, for the last two years. She was a disciplinarian and did not like change. Every day, after reaching home, she would make herself a coffee, read for a while, go for a walk to the beach which was right across the road, cook herself dinner, and sleep. This particular day, she was missing home. But home was more than 10,000 miles and a month away. She had been living in a foreign land for more than two years now. Everything out there was better than back home. Yet she missed home. She was 26 and had been married for 3 years. She had married her then manager. It was a very short love affair which culminated in marriage in just 3 months. It could have been shorter, but they had to change jobs as few organizations tolerate affairs between superiors and subordinates. As were the organization’s rules, a union between subordinate and boss was not deemed suitable. She shifted to an organization where she flourished and got the opportunity to travel to America for a long-term job. The money was good and so as the position. However, relocating meant living away from her recently married a husband, something she wasn’t very keen on doing. However, the needed the money and after a lot of deliberations and discussions, the decision for her to travel was made. He was to try and relocate in the future. Twice, he applied for the visa and twice it got rejected. She continued working in America, first to pay back the loans, then to buy a house. That would soon be history though! She would be going back home in a month and she couldn’t be more excited. After all, home meant good Indian food, family, and a companion whom she had been seeing twice a year, 15 days per trip. And sex. She had received many a proposal in the past two years, but she was a devoted married woman. The thought of cheating on her husband hadn’t ever crossed her mind. That didn’t stop people from proposing though. She didn’t have supermodel looks, but she wasn’t bad either. Caramel colored skin, black hair falling halfway through her back, big brown eyes, handful breast and an hourglass figure – she fitted the stereotype of an Indian woman’s body to the T. At 5 feet 7, she was reasonably tall as well. She was most confident about her looks and her body. However, she hated her legs. She would never look at her thighs in the mirror and avoided wearing short skirts, shorts, and even tight-fitting pants. When it came to work, there was hardly anything that she was uncomfortable. She was smart and efficient, and she expected nothing less out of her teammates. More than 50 people reported to her directly or indirectly, at home and abroad. Mediocrity was a big no-no and no mistakes and errors went unpunished. However, the excellence she desired wasn’t always forthcoming from her team members and she had to micromanage her projects. If “ruling with an iron fist” was ever applicable to a manager, it was to her. It showed in her dealings on the desk and on the bed. She liked to dominate. It was always a woman on top of her. She likes to control the flow and rhythm of lovemaking. Luckily, she had chosen the perfect partner for that. Dinner was followed by a brief video call with her husband. The time zones made sure that they hardly had extended calls apart from the weekends. They tried to have “sexy times” on the weekends, though it seldom materialized. But today as different. It was a Thursday and she was pissed off. She dreaded the next day because it promised an encounter with the person the disliked the most in her team. Perhaps, the world. Tomorrow would be horrible! Her work life was perfect till they changed the manager of the offshore team. The manager was her counterpart back home in India and the last one had quit joining one of the bigger companies. How he found another job for himself was a minor miracle for a person of his knowledge and aptitude. Despite being dumb, he was a perfect foil for her. He made sure that she had complete control over everything was happy to play the titular head. But then, they hired HIM! One of his first tasks was to connect with her. She disliked him from the time he said hello to her over the phone. It was easy to see why. He didn’t like her micromanaging people. He believed the people in the team should be given a free reign and be smartly guided instead of being commanded. “Seriously?”, she thought. How can you entrust responsibilities to a bunch of idiots who prove their buffoonery every day? She found the idea irritating. The dislike soon turned into hatred as he started making changes to her sets methodologies and processes. Shit hit the roof when he started questioning whatever the team had been doing earlier. The methodologies ‘glaring errors’ and showed a ‘lack of fundamental understanding’. She had to admit that he was right on a couple of occasions. Otherwise, she was sure that he was just trying to mess with her. It was a power game and had never lost one in her life. And the stakes had just been raised. Tomorrow, she is going to meet him face to face. He was visiting for 5-week assignment and will be working ‘closely with her, she was told by her manager. Let’s say that she wasn’t looking forward to it. She reached office the next day and he was already there, sitting on his allotted workstation, which happened to be right next to her. She said hello to him and greeted back, with a big booming smile. “It’s great to finally meet you in person”. Was it sarcasm? He couldn’t mean what he just said. It was an open secret that they hated each other, and she was in no mood to relent. Although she had seen him in pictures, it came as a relief to her that he wasn’t good looking in person too. The only good physical features he had was his height, he probably was 2 or 3 inches more than 6 feet, an absolute power of a man in India. After exchanging pleasantries, they got to work and for the next four hours, that’s all they did. He would ask her a few things in between but generally worked on his own. The rest of the team members trickled in and she formally introduced them all to him. As soon as it was lunchtime, he closed his computer, leaned towards her and said, “stop working, let’s go eat something”. What did he mean by “stop working”? He cannot possibly be telling me what to do! No one tells me what to do. I will work when I want and eat when I want. She didn’t need anyone to tell her that, least of all him. She was lost in these thoughts when she realized that he was moving away, perhaps to the men’s room. She was determined to keep working and not give in to his demands. She waited for him to come back. She will ignore what he had said and continue working on her computer. That would be a powerful statement and perhaps he would understand his limits after that. Keep reading stories from indiansexstories dot net, a leading site for porn stories. She could see him walk towards her from the corner of her eye. She felt a sudden tension in her limbs as he approached. Perhaps because she was seething with anger. Or perhaps she was conflicted. Whatever be the reason, she reached a singularity in her thoughts when he was around 10 steps away from her. In her addled state of mind, she closed the lid of her laptop, picked up her wallet and stood up. He smiled, and they walked towards the cafeteria. While coming back from lunch, he had a to walk behind her to make way for people. As she turned back to look at him, she found him staring down. Towards her ass! She didn’t like wearing tight pants, but Fridays were casual days and she deliberately wore a tight fitting pair of jeans because she didn’t care when he was around. That was what she told herself in the morning. He was surely checking out her ass. She stopped for him to catch up with her, but he gestured her to move on and continued walking behind her. She almost ran to her. She wasn’t sure, but it appeared that unlike in the morning, he was stealing glances towards her every now and then. He was looking towards her legs. Initially, she thought that she was imagining things but slowly the glances became more frequent and prolonged. “What is he looking at?”, she thought. There was nothing to see apart from her jeans-clad legs. But he continued his glances. She became increasingly more uncomfortable and tried shifting the position of her legs. She tried sitting cross-legged but then she realized that for someone with a leg fetish, this was probably even more of a turn on. Then, she saw it. From the corner of her eye, she saw him do something which looked like trying to adjust something in his pants. Does he? It was perhaps only her imagination, but she slowly became preoccupied with finding out the truth. She kept looking from the corner of her eyes and she felt that she did see some movement in his pants. Perhaps a twitching dick? When she couldn’t take it anymore, she decided to find out. Getting up, she asked casually, “want to come get some coffee”. He made an excuse for not drinking coffee at that hour and stayed put. She took her coffee mug, but instead of the cafeteria, she went to the workstation diagonally behind theirs. It housed a computer and the occupant was currently on maternity leave. She leaned and looked. As if right on cue, he adjusted his cock in the pants and it was obviously hard. She was amazed to see a grown-up man being turned on in the office, by the site of a jeans-clad ass of the girl he disliked so much. It was amazing. She took her coffee, walked past their seat to have a chat with Anne. Anne sat on the diagonal in front of them and she made sure she learned enough for him to have a good look at her ass. She wanted to tease him and make him as uncomfortable as possible. Was he looking at her? You bet he was as she could make out from his image in the turned off monitor in the corner. After swaying her ass a couple of times, she returned to her seat. She sat down but couldn’t concentrate on work. It wasn’t him that distracted her this time, it was herself. She was getting wetter by the second! Within an hour, her pussy was dripping. By 3, she was sure that she had soiled her panties and was in serious danger of letting the wetness show on her jeans. She had no option to visit the ladies’ room to clean the mess getting created down under. She took off her pants and wasn’t at all surprised to see a bit dark patch on her panties. She felt the jeans and it was showing hints of wetness. What started as an effort to make him walk around with a hard-on had almost turned into making herself walk around with a wet patch on her pants. She took out a wipe from her bag and started cleaning her pussy. As soon as she touched her clit, she instinctively clasped her pussy with her hand with the middle finger sliding right in. She knew she had to relieve herself right then. She had never masturbated in the office before, but she was so charged up that she cared little about who might be in the adjacent cabins. It wasn’t long before the orgasm hit her. It was strong, and she had to clench her teeth to not shout as she felt the pleasure waves travel her body. For the next 5 minutes, she sat on the toilet seat, absorbing the affect the orgasm had on her body. She was also relieved to discover that she was alone in the toilet. When she came back to her seat, he was nowhere to be seen. He emerged after a few minutes from the toilets. Was he? The thought that they could both have been masturbating a few feet away from each other, due to each other was definitely a turn-on. The thought made sure that she remained sexually excited for the rest of the day. By 4 o’clock, she was wetter than ever before, had she wiped herself clean once more, and had almost masturbated again before thinking better of it. They had to take the same bus as his hotel was on the same route. In fact, it was the very next stop from hers. They walked to the bus and thankfully, he walked beside her, like a true gentleman. Perhaps he did masturbate and wasn’t as sexed up now. They didn’t talk a lot on the bus. She was sure that the first thing she would do after reaching home was to video chat with her husband and touch herself. But it would be early morning back home and it wasn’t a weekend either. Perhaps she would watch come porn and relieve herself again. He got down on the same stop as her as he wanted to walk to his hotel. She couldn’t blame him either, the walk to his hotel from her apartment was hardly 10 minutes, along with the beach. He walked her to her apartment and out of courtesy, she asked him for a cup of coffee. He understood the courtesy call and excused himself. About an hour later, as she strolled along the beach in her pajamas, she saw him sitting on a bench. He was sitting with his head thrown backward on the bench, eyes closed, as if sleeping. She thought it would be best not to disturb him and continued her walk. When she returned, almost half an hour later, he was still there, in the same position. Is he alive? “Hey! Jet lag?” “Not exactly, I was just relaxing.” “Daydreaming?” “Nah, I have had a perfect day today. Till now!” “What are the plans to make the evening perfect then?” “Nothing. Just thinking of going back, have a beer and sleep.” “Good idea. The brewery in town is right across the block. I’ll show you if you want, its en route.” “Sure. Are you not joining?” “I think I’ll pass for today” “Alright. Drinking alone sucks though” They talked about the better beers in the brewery while walking towards it. Just as they were about to reach, she prepositioned a solution for his drinking alone problem. “You can have tea at my place” “Sure”, he said. She had asked the same question thrice that day and it would have been a real bitch move to refuse again. Soon he was sitting on the couch in her studio apartment as she boiled water on the burner to make tea, Indian style. The TV showed tennis. “God is unfair. Gives everything to some people. She has got the game and the looks, not to forget a great body!” She was talking about one of the tennis players, probably Maria. “She’s ok. But she is too skinny. Skinny isn’t hot”, he quipped. Skinny? Maria isn’t skinny! She was lost in these thoughts when she said, almost absent-mindedly and instinctively “ask someone with thunder thighs like me”. “Don’t say that. You have amazing legs.” “You think so”? “Of course, I do. They haven’t let me work since morning” He said it and realized almost immediately that he should not have. But there was no taking it back now. “I need some water”, he said, trying to ease the awkwardness, and got up. He went to the kitchen to get water from the tap which was behind where she was standing. She knew he was checking out her ass when he didn’t come back for a minute. She didn’t mind. She spread her legs just a bit and bent forward as if to look at the tea. She knew he was looking at her ass but what harm would a little bit of teasing do? It would perhaps enhance her orgasm when she masturbates later in the night. She was lost in this thought when she felt something on her ass. It was a hand. It was HIS hand. She froze as he smoothly moved a hand over her ass, checking her roundness. He cupped both her buttocks in both his hands and squeezed them a little, before moving them sideways to her hips and down on her thighs. She almost woke up from a slumber as his hand reached between her spread legs. She turned around and swung a hard hand at him. It hit him smack on his face. But instead of backing off, he came closer, held her by both her shoulders and turned her around. She shouted to him to leave her, but he simply put an arm around her and put his palm in her mouth. With his other hand, he grabbed her thigh and pulled her back towards him till his hardness pressed against her ass. He then moved the hand forward and started to lower her pants slowly. When he was done, her pants were down to her knew. His grip on her mouth was firm but not very tight. It was like a façade to pretend that she isn’t screaming because she can’t. She could easily have broken free from him. She didn’t want to. All she wanted was to grind her ass against him. She didn’t though. But as soon as she felt his hand on her panties, she instinctively opened her mouth a little. He eased the pressure on her mouth and moved his fingers to feel her face. He ran his hand over her forehead, her nose, and her cheeks before moving it down to her neck. Slowly moving if back on her face, caressing her flesh with his fingers, he felt her soft lips and slid a finger into her mouth, feeling the inside of her lips and then her tongue. His other hand reached the front and felt her pussy on her panties. She started biting his finger as his hand started sliding into her panties and she bit it hard as soon as he touched her clit. At the same time, she thrust her ass onto him. He moved his hand to her waist, put his thumb in the elastic of her panties and slid them down, making bare one of her buttocks. He took out his hand to her mouth to hold her at the waist and pin her to himself. The other hand moved behind to grab the bare buttock. Initially, the hand moved slowly over it, barely touching her skin. It was as if he wanted to make a mental image of what he was touching as he couldn’t look at it. Soon, he started squeezing and kneading her ass. She was waiting for it when one of his fingers slid up her cunt from below. It was only momentary, and he withdrew his finger from inside almost immediately. That was not right! She wanted something inside her pussy and she wanted it now. But his finger was making the move out of her pussy, around her slit and between her buttocks, towards her asshole. Her ass gripped his finger the first time his wet finger pressed against her asshole. He let it be there for a second and then he slid it inside her, up to the first knuckle. No one has ever put anything inside her ass and she could tell that it was a mistake. He lowered her panties from the other side too, making her ass completely naked, his finger still firmly inside her. She reached behind to try and unbutton his jeans, but he wouldn’t let her. He took out the finger from her ass and put it in her pussy, only to bring it back inside the asshole, only wetter. In no time, his finger was sliding in and out of her ass effortlessly. That is when he opted to go for the double whammy. He penetrated both her holes with two of her fingers and started to double finger fuck her. She could sense an orgasm build inside her, but he withdrew his hand before she could reach the pinnacle. He left her leaning on the kitchen slab as he undid his pants and let it slide down to his ankles. Then, he turned her around, put his hands around her waist and lifted her to make her sit on the kitchen slab. As soon as she sat there, he started lifting her legs which were still clad in her pants from the knees downwards. As he lifted her legs, she had to lean backward and soon she was lying on her back on the slab and her legs were in the air, with her feet right in front of her face. That meant that her pussy was visible right under his nose and his dick was probably only inches away from it. He bent her legs backward till her knees touched her boobs. Hey, incredibly moist pussy was in full view of him. The scene proved too much for him and he simply moved forward, took his dick in his hand, moved it along her slit a few times and entered her without much fuss. The orgasm which was cut short a few moments back came flooding back. She came as soon as he entered her. The orgasm was much stronger than the one she had at the office. But this wasn’t the office. She could shout, and she did. He didn’t wait for her orgasm to subside and pulled her towards him, burying the entire length of his dick inside here. He pushed his pelvis forward too. He wanted to get as deep as he could. When he was sure he had nothing left, he waited. Her orgasm was prolonged due to his dick moving inside her, almost making it feel like two back to back orgasms. As soon as she showed signs of calming down, he started moving inside her. She felt like she couldn’t take it anymore. This was too much pleasure! She wanted him to stop, but she couldn’t. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t in control. In fact, she was probably having the least intimate sex of her life: she was half-naked from the waist down to her knees with her upper body fully clothed, her legs were pressed on her chest, she laid on her back while a man with his pants dropped to his ankles fucked her on her own kitchen platform. Not any man, the man she hated the most till a few hours back. The humping was not rushed, but slow, steady, and deep. He would take his dick entirely out of her before plunging it all the way inside her deep, hot, and incredibly moist yet tight pussy. He fucked her like that for a few minutes, before gradually increased his speed. He also let her legs free and she lifted then to rest them on his shoulder. He moved his hands in front and squeezed her thighs, one with each hand. Not only did her buttery thighs increase his excitement, he was able to pull her closer with every thrust now. Though he increased his pace, he never made the strokes shorter. They were still as long and deep as before. She didn’t know how long he fucked her. She didn’t know how many times she came. But at the end of it, she was full of his cum and he stood still, his dick still inside her till it became limp. He kept moving his hands on her thighs. She wanted to say something, but she wasn’t sure what. He kept standing there, looking into her eyes, caressing her thighs, and holding her close to himself. Slowly his hold on her thighs became tighter, his massaging became firmer and in no time, he was hard again, without having ever removed his penis from her pussy. She smiled. Within a minute, they were both naked with her sitting on the slab and him standing in front of her. She pushed him back with her foot, hopped down from the slab, led him to the bed, pushed him onto it and climbed on top of him. She was finally on top! She bent down, her firm breasts squeezing into her chest as she kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and felt her naked back. To be continued…. Please share your valuable feedback about my sex story at [email protected]