Nisha and Tara were colleagues for several months and their office was located in the city centre. Tara was the senior colleague, dressed in a crisp blouse and pencil skirt along with harp heels. Nisha was a little curvier and had a dusky complexion and had worn a simple cotton blouse and pleated skirt.
The night had set in where Tara and Nisha continued working to finish off project work as deadlines were closing in.
Then, the power had suddenly gone and the sudden darkness was disorienting.
Tara let out a sigh and stood up, stretching her arms above her head.
"Looks like we'll be working in the dark for a while," she said.
"I'll check the fuse box, but I don't think it'll be fixed anytime soon."
Nisha nodded quietly as she looked down at her feet clad in her flat sandals. She instinctively slid off her sandals and let her soles press against the cool tiled floor.
Tara, noticing Nisha, bent to remove her own heels and flexed her slender toes. She sighed in relief, looking at Nisha with a knowing smile.
"Your feet must be killing you too," Tara said.
"You're right. I didn't realize how much they hurt until now."
The room grew quieter and it was also getting a little warmer. Tara's blouse clung to her back and she could feel the dampness a bit. Without hesitation, she began unbuttoning it, shrugged it off her shoulders, revealing the straps of her beige bra.
Nisha didn't think much and followed her lead, unbuttoning her own blouse and pulling it over her head as her cotton tank top clung to her figure.
"Better?" Tara asked.
"Much," Nisha replied.
Tara stepped closer, and pulled a chair beside Nisha's and stretched out her legs.
"I've always admired how calm you are under pressure. You're so focused."
Nisha smiled, a little shy.
"I just like to get things done," she said.
"But you're allowed to relax sometimes, aren't you?" asked Tara.
Before Nisha responded, Tara lifted her feet onto Nisha's lap. Nisha hesitated for a moment, then cupped Tara's feet in her hands and her fingers kneading the curves.
Tara closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair.
"You're good at this, have you done this before?"
"Maybe once or twice," Nisha admitted.
As the massage continued, Tara shifted in her chair and started sliding her skirt down her legs. It pooled at her feet, leaving her in her nude-colored boy shorts clinging to her slim and toned thighs. Nisha, emboldened, unfastened her own pleated skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She was clad in plain panties.
Nisha's hands continued on Tara's feet, as Tara sighed softly.
