Divya's PoV:
There had always been a chemistry between them. They had been friends for over 8 years now, there was a level of comfort that could only come with time. They could enjoy each other's company even in silence. They would often meet up for random things like working from home for instance - it was comfortable and less lonely that way. Between calls they would talk and catch up, dance to a random song for a quick break, share hugs and eskimo kisses -- it was like hanging out with a boyfriend but platonically.
Today too they had met at his home, to work together -- but with both on separate calls, working on different laptops, but in the same room, his bedroom. He had a couple of long calls to take today, where he had to pay attention and take notes, but not say much. So he had chosen to work from his desk -- with the laptop, phone and notepad set up on the table, with him sitting on the swivel chair.
Divya didn't have much to do today as her jobs for the day didn't have a strict deadline. She was lounging on his bed, with her feet resting on the arms of his chair, and her laptop propped on her thighs. She had worn a short dress today, which elongated her legs, and it went up a notch up her thigh when she first put her feet up on the arm of his chair. She ensured her feet were together so she wouldn't give Varun a deeper view and make him uncomfortable.
As she worked on her laptop in silence, the heat from the laptop started burning her thighs -- and she pulled a blanket across them underneath the laptop. While balancing her laptop on the blanket though, Divya ended up spreading her legs a bit wider, forgetting and not realizing that a lot more would now be visible to Varun who was seated in front of her. Varun didn't notice at first either, he was busy with his call, the two continued to work in silence.
But once, when asking her to pass something, Varun noticed the view he had -- his eyes stopped for a long second at the depths that were now visible to him. He fumbled and forgot what he wanted to ask from her, and Divya noticed what had happened. It was only a couple of seconds, but Divya realized what had made Varun falter. She chose to act like she didn't though, and continued to be seated in the same position.
Divya caught Varun stealing glances, and realized he wasn't getting uncomfortable at all. He seemed to be enjoying the view, if anything. Newer possibilities and dirtier ideas started opening up in her mind and the thought excited her. Varun, was hot after all -- they had just never considered going about it that way. Divya decided to test it today.
She rearranged her legs so they were slightly further apart than before. Varun's eyes popped out a bit the next time he stole a glance, and his eyes lingered on her legs a bit longer -- but he didn't seem to mind at all. He didn't even point it out to her to cover them up, although she was sure he couldn't really see much other than her legs and inner thighs disappearing into the shadow of the blanket.
After about 10mins, Divya decided it was time to take it up a notch higher. She got up, and excused herself to use the washroom. Inside, she took her shapewear and panties off so she now only had her short Black shirtdress covering her legs and neatly shaved pussy.
She also proceeded to pop open 2 of the top buttons on her dress so her cleavage would be visible when she bent over. She got back to the room and settled back in her original position, making sure her pussy would be slightly more visible than before.
Varun's PoV:
It was a boring day today, but at least he had Divya for company. It was nice to have her around, to fool around with between calls, to make jokes, to randomly dance around as a quick break. It was good to share even the silences with her - felt nice and peaceful.
It would feel nice to get up between calls, stretch, and proceed to nuzzle his face against her hair for a second while she worked -- they had those comfort levels after having been friends for so long. It felt just right when she was around. She was hot and pretty, the hot girl-next-door type, but also smart. She could often even help him out with sticky work situations if needed.
They would generally sit on his bed, both leaning against the opposite headboards, with their legs resting against each other's or draped one over the other. It was usual for Varun to randomly massage her feet while thinking about work or attending a call that didn't require him to take notes.
Today though, he had long calls where he was supposed to listen attentively and weigh in as required, and take proper notes. He had chosen to sit at the desk today, on his swivel chair, while Divya sat in her usual corner, but still facing him. She let her feet be propped up on the arm of his chair, or at times duck her feet under the chair's handle and just lightly touch his thigh. At first he thought nothing about the seating -- lounging against each other platonically came naturally to them.
But today, Divya had worn a black shirtdress, which looked nice on her as usual and hugged her curves just right. The dress rode up her thighs as she settled into her position, with the laptop resting on her thighs and legs just a bit far apart. When the laptop's heat started bothering her, she draped a blanket over her thighs and balanced the laptop on it -- forgetting to align her legs right.
The first time Varun looked around while listening to his call, his eyes rested for a second on the darkness that her thighs disappeared into -- it felt interesting, almost made him curious, before he realized where he was looking and averted his eyes.
But he couldn't help but steal more glances at her depths while she continued to innocently work on her laptop -- without realizing the visual treat she had put on display.
It felt wrong to stare at her like that, but he couldn't help it. She wasn't the Divya he was platonically friends with anymore, she was now a woman he wanted to see more of. Just then Divya got up to use the washroom and Varun was pulled out of the daze -- he felt embarrassed that he had let himself think that way about his friend who clearly trusted him. It felt wrong to look at her like that, when she clearly considered him a good friend.
Just then she got back, and resettled into the same position. Varun knew he shouldn't look again, and made sure he didn't. About 5 mins later things were back to normal, and he was concentrating on his call again. But then, he wanted her to pass on his laptop's charger that was lying on the bed, part of it behind the pillows she was using and he noticed. He didn't believe his eyes at first, especially since it was such a short glance, but he was positive that he had gotten a glimpse of her pussy.
But that would be ridiculous, why would she not wear her underwear? Had she not worn it all this while? He tried to remember what he had seen earlier, but the view then hadn't been clear enough.
Varun had to make sure about what he had just seen and he stole quick glances again -- and there it was. A bald pussy, nay, Divya's bald pussy, right in front of him, between her shapely legs. Was it glistening too as if it were wet? Naah, he was sure he was imagining things.
Maybe it wasn't her pussy but just a flimsy thong. Or maybe she was so comfortable around him, that she had not worn panties at all and didn't bother what was on display. Or maybe, just maybe, she got them off when she went to the washroom.
Was that even possible? But why would she? Wouldn't that mean she was trying to turn him on? Was that it? Varun found himself hoping that was the case, as he continued to steal glances at her pussy, as his dick slowly became uncomfortably harder than before.
Divya's PoV:
She was sure it had caught his eye. While she pretended to be engrossed in her work, she could see Varun stealing glances every now and then. He had stopped looking at her before, but then he had to ask for the laptop charger and she was sure he noticed it then. He had kept noticing ever since.
And he still hadn't complained or enlightened her about the situation -- she was sure he was enjoying it too.
It was thrilling to get a "friend" hooked onto her -- in fact she loved how he was still being respectful, not calling things out, but not even making a move despite the obvious temptation. She decided she would need to take things up a notch even higher. She held the laptop with her hands and balanced it on one thigh, while she stretched her leg so her foot went under his chair's armrest, and her heel rested on his thigh.
Normally, it would have been an innocent move that no-one thought again about, but today it was different. She slowly inched her heel towards his groin and innocently still, let it brush slightly against what she assumed was his dick. After a minute or two, she turned on her side, so the side of her foot was now against the length of his cock, which was surprisingly hard.
She could feel its length, while she ran her foot along it, pretending to not realize, while actually feeling her own pussy get moist.
She slowly started jerking her foot like one would when they're nervous, but that meant she was effectively giving him a "foot" job of sorts. While her foot slowly picked up the pace, Varun ended up growling a bit in his throat.
