This time I go back in time to the good days. When I was young and free. Not really, all of us are young and free in our 20s but don't really know about it. We usually end up wasting our golden years for no reason, but somehow we do remember those years better when we become older.
Here I take you through my turbulent 20s. I had finished my college and was working in an IT firm in Bangalore. I was 24 years old and the world was at my feet. I had a well paying job, a place to stay (although rented), a hot boyfriend and everything to explore on the weekends.
I was enjoying my independence, my parents stayed miles away from me and the occasional phone calls by my mom where I would mostly lie about my choices would be the norm.
It was all going good for me until the day my boyfriend decided to dump me. He was a couple of years older than me and his parents were getting him married. His was a conservative family where they would not allow him to get married to me due to caste reasons. And he instead of fighting such trivial customs decided to mount another girl which probably seemed to be the easy option for him. I blame him more than the society but that's another story for another day.
As my perfect life came crashing down, I found it difficult to manage work in the office. Enter Prakash, he was in my team and I used to work with him often. He was in his mid-40s and probably having a mid-life crisis. He was married and had 2 kids, as I had deduced from the family photo on his desk.
Although we worked together, I had kept him at an arm's length away from me. Discussions with him were always about work. He tried hard to talk to me casually but I ignored him most times. Sometimes we girls know the ulterior motive of men and hence stay away from them.
When he was with me he always behaved but when I was not watching him he ogled at my young body. Many times I noticed him checking out my hips and bosoms, especially when I would wear tight clothes. In fact he will be waiting for me to bend down so that he can get a glimpse down my blouse or shirt.
Once for an office party I was sitting next to him at a restaurant. As the night progressed everyone was sufficiently inebriated, and soon for every joke as we laughed he would put his hand on my legs. I was wearing a dress, so quite touchy in my judgement. I didn't protest however because he didn't have any malicious intent. In fact it was just his basic instincts coming to the fore aided by alcohol.
Coping Mechanism
Coming back to my break-up, it was quite hard for me to handle. I would sometimes cry in office washrooms, and in general get terrible mood swings. I felt lonely and wanted to be loved and to be needed. I was vulnerable and maybe Prakash understood it.
He started being extra nice to me. He would volunteer to help me on my projects, helped take some workload off me, and even brought me lunch on some days when his wife made something special.
Prakash came to the office by bike and had been offering me free pick up and drop (as my home is on the way for him) from my house since forever. As I opened up to him in my difficult times, I happily accepted his offer and he became my everyday bike chauffeur.
As we started commuting together we both opened up to each other. He got to know about my boyfriend, I learnt more about his wife and 2 kids. He showed me his wife's pic, and I could make out that the double pregnancy had turned her more plump and she looked very different from the photo on his desk. No wonder he was chasing younger women now (Typical male behavior).
After about a week or so, we became good friends. He was very protective of me and took extra care about my mood swings. I needed someone to lean on in this difficult phase of my life and a relationship of convenience was born.
Unknowingly I started becoming a bit touchy with him. It would particularly happen when I had a rough day at work and he helped me. That day while returning from work on his bike I would hug him from behind and hold onto his chest. He particularly enjoyed my cuddles on the bike and would say, "I think I did something right today!"
I would reply, "yes you were a good boy!" Pressing my boobs into him from behind and rubbing my hand on his chest over his t-shirt. I will be sticking to him like a leech with no gap between us. Many times when we stopped at a signal, we would get stares, probably due to the age gap. I was 24 and he was 44, twenty years older to me.
Apart from the daily commute we had started to text each other too. No phone calls as he was home and we didn't want his wife to suspect anything. Anyways we were just good friends. But while texting he would casually tell me he wants to see me. I knew it was not a good idea to encourage such behaviour but as time progressed I caved in.
I started sharing selfies with him on and off. He used to get quite excited with all my pics and would without fail praise me for my looks. Made me feel good about my body and also made me more confident, especially coming out of a rough break up.
One issue however with the sharing at home was that I never wore a bra. So I had to be careful that I don't end up sharing selfies below the neck. But as you would expect from a guy he wanted more angles and more pics.
Soon I stopped bothering and sent him my pics without much thought. But we always made sure to delete the messages. Some of my pics with cleavage visible or with nipples poking through the t-shirt also found a way to chat. He diligently praised me for all the pics.
One day we finished early and as he came to drop me, I invited him to my room for tea. He happily obliged and came with me upstairs. Once inside the house, I told him to sit on the sofa and told him that I will quickly freshen up and make tea.
I went to my room and changed from my office wear to home clothes. A tank top and tight cotton leggings. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled as I knew that I was being a complete tease. My hips look prominent in the light gray leggings and my yellow tank top was loose showing reasonable cleavage along with my pink colored bra straps.
I tied my hair in a ponytail and went out. I looked at him and said, "Give me 2 mins, tea will be ready."
As I worked in the kitchen he had a complete view of me from the sofa. My sixth sense told me he was probably ogling at my hips. Took me 10 mins to make tea, then I went to serve it to him on a serving plate. I bent down to keep his tea on the teapoy and ended up showing copious amounts of cleavage and probably the inseam of my pink bra.
We both had tea and casually discussed work, and some random topics. He left an hour later around 7 pm. I casually gave him a hug and thanked him for his company.
After this meeting, it became the norm for us to have tea at my place whenever we finished work early. Most of the time it would be casual talks and tea. But sometimes the hidden exhibitionist in me would come to the fore. In two such incidents I nearly gave him a heart attack!
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It was a Wednesday, so mid week we randomly decided to go to my place for tea. Again the usual drill he sits on the sofa as i goto change. As soon as I entered my bedroom my mind made me do something devious. I removed my work clothes, including my panties. Then I wore light yellow thin fabric leggings. As I looked in the mirror there was nothing left for imagination. I had a proper camel toe and my hips looked practically naked. I kept my bra and wore a tank top and headed out to make tea.
I think I saw him gasp for air as I walked past him into the kitchen. As I made tea he came over to chat with me. He was behaving like a little puppy with starry eyes and I was enjoying the power I had over him. I would direct him to get stuff and he will willingly oblige just like a dog wagging his tail behind its owner. Only in this case he had a wagging dick that was begging to be released.
After making tea I purposely sat in front of him on the sofa with my legs a little spread apart. He had a nice view of my camel toe and it made him go crazy. He was stealing glances but was also paranoid that I would catch him.
In between, I was checking my phone and pretended to be engrossed in some chats. This allowed him a clear view of my camel toe. I casually scratched it lightly, completely ignoring his presence.
Soon tease time was over, oops I meant tea time was over. He had to go with a heavy heart and even heavier underpants.
I masturbated after he left. Felt really good.
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This time it was a Friday and again it was tea time. We reached my place, it was a frustrating day at the office and I was already worked up. As we opened the door my roommate was there in the living room. She greeted me and I introduced her to Prakash as my office colleague. I told her we are just finishing some work and he will leave soon.
