The Hot Sexy HR Nisha
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Sometimes life throws an unexpected situation at you. It is how you react to it that determines how the situation plays out. This story explores the slow build of emotions, sexual energy, and attraction towards Nisha, my friend’s wife, a sexy HR. I just ended the last sentence without using any adjective for Nisha, and there is a reason for it. I want you to feel what I felt when I saw her. I will go back in time and start the story. Characters: Sumit: My friend from school, currently working as a Sr. Manager for an MNC Consulting Company Nisha: Married to Sumit. She did her MBA in Human Resources from XLRI and is currently HR Manager for a Top IT Company Rohit (Me): Sumit’s school friend, working for a Hedge Fund company creating financial models for them, and single. Few months before this encounter, I got a message from Sumit. Sumit: Dude, you alive? Me: Who is this? Sumit: Fucker, it’s me, Sumit! Me: Lol, fuck, where have you been? Sumit: I have been here on Earth. Which planet have you been on? Me: Same one! Haha. Sumit: You just forgot everyone. Me: No yaar, life happened, and here I am. Sumit: So married? Me: Nope, what about you? Sumit: Yup, it’s been a year. Me: Wow! Congrats! What does Bhabhi do? Sumit: She is an HR Manager Me thinking: Fuck! Married to an HR. Lucky bastard. Me: Nice. Sumit: So which city are you in? Me: Mumbai, You? Sumit: Dude, I am in Bangalore. Me: Aah, Tech City. Sumit: Why don’t you visit us? Me: Really? Sumit: Yes, you can meet your bhabhi, and we can catch up. Stay at our place. It will be fun. Me: Wow, sounds fun. Let me see when I can get leave. My manager is a mother fucker. Sumit: Lol! Whose manager isn’t? Well, this is how the conversation started with Sumit. We continued to chat over WhatsApp and calls. I don’t want to bore you with the usual shit two guys talk. Anyways, coming to the story. After a few months, I managed to get the leave and told Sumit I would visit them for a couple of weeks. I finally reached the Bangalore airport and met Sumit at the arrivals. Me: Hey. Sumit: Dude, finally we meet after ages. Now let’s go and give your bhabhi a surprise? Me: Surprise? Sumit: Yeah, I didn’t tell her that you are coming today. She thinks you are coming tomorrow. Me: Dude, she will kill you. Sumit: Chill, it’s ok. We finally reached his Apartment building. We got down. He got a call and started talking, and I was waiting for him. Sumit: Dude, why don’t you take the lift and go to Floor 12, Apt 1203. Here is the key. I will get your luggage. Me: You sure? Sumit: Yes, don’t worry. I will finish my call and come up with the luggage. I got in the lift and reached the 12th floor. I started walking towards Apt 1203. As soon as I reached it, I entered the key and opened the door. I wasn’t sure what to expect as the idiot just sent me up alone. So I entered after opening the door, and it appeared to be the living room or hall. I looked around. It looked amazing. Far better than my bachelor pad. But nobody was there. I stood there, hoping someone would turn up. Suddenly I heard, “Sumit if you are going to just disappear without telling me, at least let me know when you are coming back.” I was so surprised to hear a soft but angry female voice. I turned my head left to see who it was. As I moved my head to the left, I was shocked to see a young woman wearing tight blue jeans walking towards the sofa and picking up stuff from it. Well, that’s not the shocking part. I mean, the jeans were so tight that I could make out the shape of her sexy ass. The jeans were just above her ass, hanging on her hip bone, giving a perfect tight round shape to her ass. But the problem was that the milky white body was just covered with jeans down. But on top, I could see her complete white silky smooth back. Only the hidden parts were those that were covered by the black bra straps. Yes, she was wearing tight blue jeans and a skimpy black bra. As her back was towards me, she had still not seen me. But I had already gotten a sexy shock to see a woman with such a sexy figure. She continued to work with her back towards me. She thought it was Sumit and continued to speak. “And where the hell did you even go? When I ask you to go somewhere, you have your stupid work all the time. And now you leave without telling me.” She kept on yelling, and I was like, “Shit, do I just stay quiet and admire her figure or interrupt her to say it’s me and not Sumit.” As she wasn’t getting any response, she finally turned around. She said, “Now why the hell are you not talking.” That moment when she turned, I saw her full front side for the first time. It was like in my brain and my world, time had come to a standstill. Let me explain to you why. Now here is a reality, don’t ask me why it is like this, but that’s how it is. Whenever you talk about HR Executives and Managers, the first thing that comes to your mind is extremely beautiful fair cock raising sexy women. They will get you so close to getting fired. When you go to these HR ladies, you cannot control your eyes scanning their entire bodies. When you have completed checking her out, your eyes finally land on those huge gentle soft sexy warm tits. They are either covered in a tight white shirt or giving a slight glimpse of cleavage through those low-cut tops. Now I am not talking about HRs in these government offices or other shitty companies. I am talking about MNCs and high-end Banks. These HR women are like sex bombs. They are meant to drive you sexually crazy and forget about any bonus, increments, promotion, or appraisals you want to talk about. The only thought in your mind is, should I kiss her lips or let those lips kiss me down. Because either way, I will cum loads and loads of thick cum. So coming back to the moment she turned around, and I saw her, I was like, “Fuck, what the hell is she.” Such a beautiful cute, and sexy face. Big eyes, perfect-shaped pink lips, sexy red cheeks, and the slight anger on her face made her look cute yet fucking hot. I wanted just to let my eyes enjoy her beautiful face. But what was down was going to make this encounter even more interesting. Remember I said above that her back was only covered by black bra straps. Yes, the front part of her upper body was covered or barely covered by half cupped black bra. It had pushed her huge milky white boobs almost out of her bra, making her look seductively hot. I slowly zoomed out and admired her. There she was, standing in tight blue jeans hanging just on her waist. The jeans ended on her waist. Then there started the sexiest flat abs I have ever seen. In that flat soft abs, a navel was going to make her stomach/abs more than just sexy. I mean, I can keep writing sexy repeatedly. But trust me, standing there are looking at her navel was heavenly. I can’t explain it in words. Somethings you have to experience because women like her are not just meant to be described on paper. They are meant to be seen for real, for starters, and much more if you get a chance. My eyes moved up from her navel, going up towards those heavenly boobs. I realized that from the moment her jeans ended on her waist, the distance to reach the bottom end of her bra was considerable. I could see a lot more of her milky body. Also, the bra she was wearing was really small. I mean, it was a half-cupped bra. But even then, it was so small that her boobs were almost jiggling out. And when I saw her completely again, I realized that my friend had married an almost replica of Neha Sharma. The same beautiful, expressive, seductive eyes. Milky white body as Neha, Amazing boobs, and fucking hot figure. Finally, when my eyes reached her eyes, I could see her looking at me then came. “Who the hell are you?” Me: I am Rohit. “Wait, are you saying you are the Rohit?” Me: Yes “The Rohit who is supposed to come tomorrow?” Me: Yes “Then why the hell are you here today?” Me: Well, I was always supposed to come today. I guess Sumit wanted to give you a surprise. So perhaps he didn’t tell you the real date I was coming on. “Well, I am Nisha, his wife, and I am not going to leave him.” In all this, perhaps Neha finally realized she was not wearing anything over her bra. Nisha: I am not wearing anything over my bra, right? (She asked in a sweet, shy way) Me:(Smiling) I guess not. Nisha: Shit! What happened next made me realize that those big boobs were just not big. They were soft too. Neha realized she was not wearing anything over her bra. She immediately moved her right palm over her left breast. Perhaps in a way to cup and cover them. But her hand, in excitement, just hit the bottom part of her breast. That created a small wave moving her left breast ever so slowly. I could see the softness of her breast as it moved. Her hands slowly moved up, cupping both her boobs, and she smiled. Nisha: Well, you got to excuse me. I better get dressed. Your room is towards the right. Saying this, Nisha left. I just stood there picturing her beautiful boobs, barely covered by her bra. I slowly walked towards my room and closed the door. I went straight to the bathroom after seeing my best friend’s wife!