I am Aakash. Aakash Mathur. Aged 27. Though I feel quite hesitant in giving a self-introduction, but it cannot be avoided here. Well, I am quite handsome with an athletic figure. And regularly visit the gym. Perhaps that's the reason that I am a cherished guy in the eyes of the womenfolk.
I work in a MNC with a yearly package of INR 18 Lakhs. However, I have been in the same position since the last few years. Due to some unknown reason, I am not getting my due promotion, although there is every possibility for it. And this has been keeping me low recently.
That day I broke all my barriers of my hesitations and barged in to my Boss's cabin.
Oh! By the way, I have not yet introduced my Boss to you. She is a lady. Amrita Chopra. Single child of a rich businessman and divorcee. She owns an attractive curvy hourglass figure – 34-23-34. Presently she looks after her Dad's business. And now eventually, she is the actual owner of this Software Company. My office colleagues do whisper about some raunchy stories on her. However, I have not given much importance to those.
"May I come in Ma'am?" I asked her as I entered her cabin.
"Yeah, please come in..." Amrita's sweet voice said, "...Be seated."
With a courteous smile I pulled a chair and was about to sit...aah! My eyes got stuck on her boobs. She was wearing a tight white shirt and blazer with black trousers. The first 2 buttons of the shirt were undone. And the deep valley between the butter-toned, well shaped boobs were quite visible.
Sitting in the dark glass cabin on the 13th floor, I was feeling hot even as the AC temperature was 18 degrees. I was feeling thirsty. Smacking my dry lips and as I was trying to bring myself to the senses, I heard Amrita saying – "I think, you need some water."
"No ma'am, it's ok".
"Are you sure?", Amrita asked me in disbelief.
"Yes ma'am", I said trying to reconcile myself.
Actually, whenever I tried to speak up, my eyes were panning towards her deep cleavage. Perhaps Amrita also could guess that. And that's why she was offering me water.
"So, what's the problem?" She asked me while working on her laptop.
"Nothing Ma'am!" I was unable to say anything more than this. My eyes got fixed on the beautiful valley, peeping out in front of me.
"Then?"
"Actually...I was asking for..." I stopped, as my eyes met hers.
"Asking for what?" She looked at me directly.
"My promotion..." I uttered, trying to be sober enough.
In reality, I seldom visit this cabin. And one of the reasons for that is Amrita. Her hot and sexy looks makes me completely paralysed. She has maintained herself so well, that it's really hard not to ogle over her perfect curves.
Suddenly, I got back to my senses. I saw Amrita bending over the table and looking at me. And her posture made the hot cleavage even more visible. I could see through her black inners.
"Why are you in such a hurry, Aakash? Don't you like me anymore?" Amrita asked me with a naughty smile biting the pen with her teeth.
I somehow looked away from her cleavage and murmured – "Means? I don't understand Ma'am!"
"Why do you need a promotion? Don't you like me?" with a naughty smile she asked and closed her laptop.
"No Ma'am. Actually...I mean..."
"Mean? What do you mean?" She rested herself on the table with her boobs and put her hand on her cheek. "Tell me!"
"I mean...what to say..." I was unable to understand what was happening around me, looking at this voluptuous figure in front of me.
"That you don't like me anymore!"
"No, no. I like you very much" I somehow gasped and said.
And as if she was waiting to hear these words from me, swiftly she turned around and said – "Oh, that's why you stare at me like that?"
"No, I mean...when did I do that? I don't stare at you...I actually hardly come here", I hurriedly tried to manage myself.
Amrita now stood up from the chair, and walked towards me. "Why, why don't you come here? Why do you avoid me?"
"No, nothing of that sort..." I was very nervous. Amrita Ma'am got more closer to me. I was sweating profusely even at 18 degrees.
"Then what Aakash? Why is that only 'you' avoid me? She asked while pulling and turning my chair towards her. She lifted her well waxed, pinkish, glossy left leg on my chair handle. It was soft as a feather. Well toned. I felt like touching her.
Her cleavage was popping out of her white shirt, in front of my face. I could hear her soft breaths and smell her soothing body fragrance.
"Tell me why", I got back to my senses as she asked me again.
"What?" I asked feigning ignorance.
She removed her left leg from my chair and sat on the table in front, while removing her heels – "Why do you avoid me?"
"No, not that!" I tried to save myself.
"Then why don't you come to me?" She asked me in a husky tone, looking directly at my eyes.
Slowly, she raised her right leg and put it on my chair, in between my thighs. Looking at her well waxed, off-white feet between my thighs, I was almost felt dizzy.
I muffled and gasped – "I do visit you. See, I am here now..." Amrita was just 1 hand away from me.
"Why?"
