This story is based on a true narrative of a good friend and sex companion of mine. When I revealed to her that I was contributing to Literotica, she was keen that I should pen her biography, starting from her first experience, when she was seduced by her then boss. She has her own profile at
sexydesilady
on Literotica. She would love to hear from Literotica members about how they felt about her sexperiences.
There are some Hindi words used, but the meaning would be apparent from the context to English readers.
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andhravadoo
After graduating in Business, with a major in Human Resources, I was selected in a campus interview as HR Trainee with a major BPO company headquartered in Bangalore. The company was servicing a wide range of clientele, from the UK, USA, and Europe.
At the threshold of my career, it helped me immensely to land a job in Bangalore with a good pay packet. All of 21 years, 5ft 7 inches, and a great 34C-26-36 body, and with good grades to boot, it was easy for me to make an impression on the positions I had applied for. I looked forward to the future, which held a lot of promise. For a small-town girl from an agrarian family, this was truly a dream come true.
Early days after joining were spent in orientation, various process managers would conduct day-long sessions on how work was carried out. It was almost like college days, most of the fresh recruits were serious about their work. I, as usual, maintained my carefree and sometimes careless attitude. After training, there was a lull for a few days. My section manager, who I was to report to, asked me to come to his cabin.
I knocked and entered his cabin, a bit apprehensively. I was dressed in a sober salwar suit, with very light makeup. He was the same person, Mr. Ram SIngh, who had interviewed me in the final round. He had given me a light hug while handing over the appointment letter.
At that time I had not given it a second thought, as I was a free and flirty person all through my college days. I did recollect his hard toned muscles and his smooth charm during that occasion. He seemed to be about 50-ish, with slight greying around the temples, giving him a very distinguished look. My placement officer had told me that he was highly qualified, with degrees from IIT and IIM. He had also worked in the US for about 20 years, before joining the company a few months back, she explained.
He asked me to sit down, with a disapproving look. Anything wrong sir, I queried, nervously. Yes, he replied, you are not coming to work in our company dress code, and I notice that you are spending a lot of time in the canteen, besides coming late.
Now I was scared,
Sir, maine dresses silwane ke liye di thi, lekin tailor ne late kiya.
You have to talk only in English, in the office, my dear Anjali, he rebuked.
Yes, Sir, I will take care. I had given the dresses for stitching, but the tailor had delayed.
He gave me a pleasant look, and said, I look forward to seeing you in the dress code of skirt and blouse or trousers and shirt. It's your choice. You may leave now. With that he dismissed me.
I walked back to my desk, pink with embarrassment at having made my boss displeased within a few days of my joining.
Luckily for me, the dresses I had ordered were delivered the same evening, so I planned to give him a good surprise the next day. I had made an appointment with the local beauty parlor near my flat, and I got eyebrows and nails done there along with a light facial. I woke up early and took a nice long shower to feel fresh.
During the shower, I ran my fingers over my womanhood, today, my fingers lingered longer. I wanted them to. I did not want to leave it at that. I laid down on the bathroom floor. Cuddling one breast with one hand and pinching my love knob with a finger, then alternating the hands, all the while under a flow of water, I raised myself to the levels of high ecstasy and brought myself to an explosive orgasm. I arched my back against the wall and felt wave after wave of stimulating energy charging me for my first real big day with my boss. It felt heavenly as if I was under a waterfall. Fully refreshed, I dried myself and came out nude to dress.
The skirt was a deep blue, the company color and the blouse, a nice soft cotton one. I had taken care to select the better quality material and was pleased with the result. I selected my newest bra and panty set, deep purple in color, which I had purchased from Zivame. I dried myself and set my hair with a wet look.
I dressed carefully and with great attention to detail. The tailor was good and he had cut the blouse and skirt very well, to accentuate and show off my 34C-26-36 figure to it's best. Putting on a light lipstick, I looked at myself in the mirror and was very pleasantly surprised, to see the final result. Let's see your reaction today, Mr. Ram Singh, I thought to myself. Your cock will go hard today, I naughtily added to myself.
On the way to the office, I was already turning heads. I reached the office before time, and as I was walking towards my desk, I noticed that my boss had already come in. Our eyes met, and he gave a big smile and beckoned me into his cabin. Hi Anjali, you look fantastic today. Please sit down. Swaying my hips sexily, I walked in. He was dressed nattily as ever, in a crisp white shirt, with a casual tie, his jacket hanging on the coat rack, behind him. Thank you, sir, I replied, with more confidence. Your tie is very nice. No need for sir, you may call me Ram, he countered, and thanks for the compliment.
By the way, Anjali, he continued, I would need a special assistant to help me with my work. I had spoken to the HR Director, and she gave me the go-ahead to select you, as you are a fresher. My heart leaped, it would be a fantastic opportunity to prove my worth to my boss.
I was to work at the desk directly opposite his cabin. My work consisted largely of managing his calendar and meetings, keep files on existing and prospective clients, and I was also made to take notes during internal review meetings and prepare typed minutes for his reading. I was also to fix arrangements for his dinners with clients. These also included making stay arrangements for overseas guests at five-star hotels.
In the beginning, he was very cooperative. He gave me his personal mobile number and used to message me frequently with jokes and funny stuff.
On occasion, he would ask me to accompany him to dinner with clients. He introduced me to many new items of food from all over the world. He invited me to join him for a drink. I was unsure of my reply. I have never touched it before, I declined in a blurt. I was lying of course, because we used to party hard during college days, and beer, wine, and the occasional vodka were known well to me.
I will order a light cocktail for you, there is always a first time, he spoke with a smile. Ok, Sir, I replied with as much a straight face as I could. I was sure that he knew more about me than I knew about him, the way his eyes were on me. Ok, Ram, he whispered into my ear. I swear I felt his tongue, in my ear. I was stunned and started to blush. He smartly turned his attentions to the guests and started conversing with them about the upcoming contract renewal and details about it.
Ram used to drive a posh Mercedes, with tinted glasses. No one could see anything from outside. He would take me along to the meetings and dinners in his car. Quite a few times, while changing gears, he would let a hand slide over my thighs. I used to feel very different when he did that, there would be a flush of warmth over my body, and it was a nice feeling. At the same time, my natural shyness used to overtake me.
Sometimes my panties would get wet, and the scent of pussy juices would waft over. I could not protest his seemingly innocent actions. As the days passed, we got closer and topics of personal nature entered our conversations. I was quite pleased with his attention, and I could make out the jealous glances of my female office mates.
We would converse on general topics initially. I was the chatterbox, told him of my mofussil background, Hindi medium schooling, then Secondary School in English. One day, when I had run out of anything to talk about, I picked up the courage to ask about his family.
Curious busybody, aren't you, dear Anju, he replied with a smile. We had just reached the destination, and the topic died there. I got my answer soon enough.
A few days later, on another commute, while waiting at a red light, he placed his hand on my right thigh and squeezing it gently, softly said, I have been divorced for 10 years now.
The jokes and cartoons, that he sent earlier, slowly turned to become more of an adult nature differing from the general variety that he had been sending earlier.
One late evening, when our floor was empty but for us two, he called me to his cabin., wanting to show me something on his computer screen. As I leaned over, he touched my boobs and tried to kiss me.
I was overcome with shame and ran out of his cabin. Picking up my handbag, I dashed out of the office quickly and went home. I collapsed on the bed, my heart pounding and confusion reigning in my mind. One half was telling me that I did right because he was a married guy, mild flirting was tolerable, but not beyond that. The other half told me that I blew a good chance to improve my career.
For the next few days, I stopped entering his cabin. He started to get irritated with my work and point out silly mistakes in my spreadsheets, which he used to correct himself earlier. One day he threw a file on my face! I was in quite a fearful state, and more so, because he was a well-respected person and no one would believe my story.