Priya had just finished a long and demanding meeting at the office and she badly needed an escape. The clock ticked six and she quickly headed to the restroom across the corridor. Priya was twenty eight years old and was a mid level manager at her workplace in Bangalore where she joined a couple of years ago. She was wearing a white shirt which was crisp and tucked into a navy pencil skirt as she always preferred wearing western formals to the traditional attire which she wore occasionally. Having taken a deep breath she closed the door of the cubicle behind her.
Slowly her hand slipped under the hem of her knee length skirt as she hiked it's hem upwards and her fingers caressed the edge of her lace panties.
Just at the moment she heard a sound and the door got pushed as Priya didn't lock it properly.
"Oh, Priya, you're here? Oops, I'm sorry." Said Sana, her junior as she was already inside the cubicle, had seen Priya in her vulnerability.
Sana was twenty three years old and had joined as one of Priya's subordinates a year ago. Both of them had built up a good rapport and ud erstanding both professionally as well as personally. Sana was wearing a pink coloured chiffon saree which was wrapped around her quite tightly, prominently showing her petite figure.
Sana smiled in a playful manner and inadvertently moved closer to Priya and touched her arm.