Sakina stifled a hiss as she breathed in sharply. "SSSSSSS..." My finger nail gently scratched her nipple. She didn't expect it, her body tightened. I straightened my fingers and spread them over her deliciously soft breast. We were in a meeting room in office and Sakina was crying. She was deliriously happy and as she held her face in her hands, I hugged her tight. It was the moment I was waiting for and I slipped my fingers into her blouse and cupped her breast.
Sakina was my secretary for five years now and although she wasn't classically beautiful, the make up on her face made her attractive. She had long streaked hair that fell over her shoulders, thin lips and an almost beautiful face. She was short but what she lacked in height she made up in attitude. She worked hard to keep herself in shape. Although she was 42, her breasts were full yet perky, her hips curved beautifully into well-toned legs and her buttocks were full and curvy yet not flabby. Recently she had experimented with her looks and had given up Indian office wear for more western wear like dresses and trousers. Whatever she wore she turned heads and I felt lucky that I was the only one who got to unbutton her blouses on occasion.
For the first two years, things between us stayed professional. I was attracted to her but always kept it to myself. Then things began to happen. Sakina wanted a promotion and she began to shower me with extra attention. She spent a lot of time in my office chit-chatting with me, laughed harder at my jokes and sometimes coyly batted her eyelids at me. Slowly one thing led to another and Sakina agreed to getting more physical. She promised me "hugs and kisses and maybe more" if she got what she wanted.
