SEDUCING SHEENA
I am Natasha. In 1999, I was a young, 19-year-old spoilt brat, working in a multinational company as a front office receptionist. The only reason I got the job was that the HR guy liked my boobs and I agreed to go out on a date with him.
Sheena worked in the accounts department of the company. She was not very beautiful but had a body to die for, especially her ass. It wasn't too big, not too small, two perfect globes that had the right amount of jiggle. A narrow waist and firm juicy boobs. I had never experienced same sex crush/love/sex, but whenever I saw that ass, my mouth would start watering and I found myself biting my lips. Even though she had a great body, she never flaunted it. On the contrary, she dressed very conservatively in traditional Indian dress called salwar-kurti (long shirt and pants).
Whenever we passed each other in the office corridors, we exchanged a smile. If I got lucky on any day, we would pass each other at the door and the pervert in me would always try and graze past her ass. It was a soft, wonderful experience that took my hand to the peak of her first buttock and dropped it right into the crevice and back to the peak of her other buttock. I would cherish that touch for the rest of the day and when things got out of control, I would go to the bathroom to relieve the tension throbbing between my legs. Being conservative and nice, she never suspected my ill intentions.
One day I was working on my nails, as required by any desk-candy front desk personnel, I overheard Sheena's conversation with the boss. She wanted a loan for a family emergency, and he declined it stating company policy.
Sheena came from a lower middle-class family and was the eldest of three siblings. Her father had abandoned his family years ago. She and her mother worked hard to put the younger siblings through college. I had a lot of respect for her. Despite, not having any of the luxuries of life that I did and took them for granted, she had achieved a lot more than I could ever.
As she came out of the boss's office I saw her teary eyes. I went up to her and said, "Sheena, I am sorry I overheard your conversation with the boss. Can I please offer to lend you the amount? You can pay me back whenever you can."
I was careful in phrasing my words, since I didn't want to hurt her self-respect. She said she would let me know by evening.
I waited all day hoping she would come back with a "Yes." That would make me feel better as a person, and would also help develop a bond with my crush. At 5 o'clock as everyone was leaving, she was waiting for me outside the office. She said she would accept my help. I gave her a hug and enjoyed the feel of her breasts pressing up against mine. The next day I gave her the money.
"Thanks Natasha, I will return it next month," she said.
I loved the gratitude and sincerity in her voice.
I smiled and said, "No problem."
After that, we became good friends and I never missed a chance to hug her. The hugging was good, but the best part was when I would play that over and over in my mind, the sensation of her boobs pressing against mine drove me crazy. As we hugged, I would always hold her small waist. Sometimes on cold days I could feel her erect nipples. I loved the sensation. Sheena probably didn't share the feeling I did, but I didn't care.
The next month, she returned the money and was very thankful and I dismissed it saying
"If you want to be friends, then do away with this over thanking and formalities. "
We both laughed.
One day as we were having our afternoon coffee I said, "Hey, my parents are going to be away this Saturday, why don't you come over. We will have a girls' night."
