I am Sameer from North India. I am in my late 20s 170lb 5' 7" light brown color and joined as a network engineer in Boston, and I had spent most of my time at office and came to know most of my colleagues. Every one was very friendly and cooperative. Especially there was one engineer who was beautiful blond in her mid-thirties. Her name was Marie, and she was very elegant, sophisticated, intelligent and business like, and in good shape. She is 5' 6" and weighs 160 lbs. She is in her mid 30s and she has long sexy legs and her ass is perfectly shaped, and her stomach is flat and she has 40 D breasts.
From the very first day I knew that I was going to need to exercise self-discipline as I was going to be around Marie a lot, as we both share the same office room. She always wears the newest fashions in skirts and usually dresses in silk blouses that never seem to be able to hide her nice, large breasts. She always wears hose on her long, lovely legs that accentuate her curvaceous ass.
She keeps her blond hair up in a style that is quite sexy and professional looking. Her lips are very full and she always uses a bright red lipstick that makes them seem forever wet, the kind that you cannot look at without dreaming about them being wrapped around your cock. Her fingernails are always painted to match her lipstick.
Marie always positions herself in chair in office room before sitting in it so that I would be able to look up her fashionably short skirt between her legs as she crossed her legs. Some times after she crossed her legs, I could usually look up under her legs almost to her crotch; a position she would hold as long as half an hour.
She obviously delighted in the effect that this was having on me, as I would attempt not to look at her legs during the ensuing conversation. Often, she would come over to my side of the desk to look over a report, leaning over enough that I would get a view of her marvelous cleavage and breasts, encased in beautiful lacy, bras. The whiff of perfume that would emulate when she bent over was intoxicating as hell! I caught her several times looking at my crotch, obviously checking to see whether she was having the intended effect!
Recently we were alone, seated at my desk next to each other looking over the report. Marie, as usual, had her legs crossed with her skirt hiked up to just a few inches below her crotch. This time, however, she had her foot my side under table, pumping her leg, barely touching my leg with her high heel as it went up and down! A little later, she slipped her shoe off her foot enough that she could dangle the high heel off her toes, all the while pumping her leg up and down, still barely touching my leg! This was her teasing game with me, and she obviously delighted in it as it went on for about the next nine months.
At the months went on, we got to know each other on a more personal level. She was married to her husband Kalid from Pakistan for over 10 years whom she met in the college and Kalid was couple of years older than her, and she is very dedicated to her relationship. Her husband was the only son of a wealthy, aristocratic family from Pakistan and started a business in USA and Marie only worked to save herself from certain boredom as a housewife.
As we got to know each other, however, it became abundantly clear that she wanted to have a baby before her "biological clock ran out". Both her and her husband's families were anxious for them to have a baby, which would be the first grand child on both sides and the only heir apparent for her husband's family.
One day, Marie even came out and asked me if I would help her with her work few months if she became pregnant and had a child, a goal which apparently her husband and her were diligently 'working' to obtain. Even though I envied her husband for the task facing him, I told her no problem and she chuckled, thanking me for the compliment and being such a dear friend.
A few weeks later, Marie told me that she is taking an afternoon off the following week for a doctor's appointment. I exclaimed, "Aha, finally pregnant?" I looked at Marie, but her eyes were tearful. She explained that she still was not pregnant after three years of trying and that her husband and mother-in-law were blaming it on her! She and her husband were both going in for extensive tests to determine what was keeping her from getting pregnant.
A couple of weeks later, I walked into office room when I noticed that she was very upset and crying. I went to her, concerned that something horrible had happened. She explained that the results from the tests had come in and that she was fairly "normal" but that her "egg count" was a little lower than average but probably not an impediment to her becoming pregnant.
Her husband, however, had an extremely low sperm count probably due to a childhood illness. The chances of her getting pregnant were not very good with her husband's low fertility level. While she could probably get pregnant in spite of her low egg count, it was not likely with both of them having low fertility levels. She was very upset and I suggested that she take the rest of the day off to recover which she did.
The following day, I was enjoying my usual leg show, looking up Marie's skirt. This time however, my heart skipped a beat as her skirt rode up her legs, revealing the welts and reinforced tops of elegantly sheer nylon stockings attached to the straps of a lacy garter belt. I caught a glimpse of her bare thighs above the stocking tops and a glimpse of the crotch of some absolutely gorgeous panties stretched tight against the crease in her tight twat, which was barely visible through the thin nylon material. I also could see some of her blond cunt hair sticking out on both sides of her panty legs as she slowly crossed her legs.
To top it all off, Marie was wearing high heel sandals that showed off her lovely feet with their high arches instead of her usual classic high heel pumps. Her toes, painted with red polish to match her fingers, barely showed through the reinforced toes of her beautiful tan stockings. This was definitely the ultimate test of my self-discipline as stockings and garter belts are my favorite!
Once evening when the office was empty, She said to me, "I need a very big favor, that I am very hesitant to talk to you about. But, you and I have become very good friends and you have always been very discreet about the personal parts of my life that I have shared with you."
"You name it," I said, "you know that I will help you however I can." and I meant it, she was a friend after all these months, plus I enjoyed being around her.
