When Sukanya arrived at her office she got a surprise. Her office room had been decorated for her birthday. She didn't like if her birthdays were celebrated like that. She wanted them to be simple and welcomed if everyone forgot it. It was seven years since she had started working and was successful in the first three years not mentioning her date of birth. Her staff members referred her records but like many persons her birthday wasn't the right one in her certificates. The next two birthdays came on holidays. And the last one she applied leave. But now, she couldn't avoid it.
She thought her colleagues would have forgotten it. But Anand and Lakshman were looking forward to it. And Jai sir was also a well wisher for her and went on with the planning the other two men did. Though he disliked the fellows who eyed Sukanya with very kinky thoughts, he let it pass as he didn't want to throw spanner in her special day.
Sukanya felt embarrassed when there was a cake to be cut. She usually reserved it for her home and recalled having never done it outside. But she was overwhelmed by the staff's preparations and went on with the flow. Anand and Lakshman tried to smear her with the cake and they did too on her face, but while they wanted to take further liberties, Jai sir's gaze stopped them in their endeavours. They did touch her at every opportunity as she tried to withdraw from their hands. She felt her touches were innocent.
Both of them were jumping around her with Lakshman, the lecherous of the two, even grazed her belly button with his fingers. Sukanya suppressed a moan at this touch. This act was not observed by any other member of the staff. She felt her pussy twitching as she recalled the morning with her lover, Ranjith. Even the innocent touches of her colleagues were reminding her of her hunk of a lover. She smiled at the way she offered herself to her rich and dominant man. She felt her nipples tingling when she recalled how shameless she had been before him. She was never like that before other men.
But before Ranjith, she was a completely different woman. His thoughts inflamed her lusts like anything.
The day at the office proceeded with a very festive feeling as her office staff continued to make light mood of the day. She noticed how Jai sir was grinding his jaw against her male colleagues. She didn't like when they cracked jokes around her. She felt it was primarily because he was very protective of her. She felt very secure around him, though she found that her male office staff was only trying to be friendly and nothing more. They looked innocent around her.
After lunch, she went to fetch some files from the record room. The office boy failed twice to bring the proper file. She was going through the bigger stack for the required file, when she noticed Lakshman standing beside her. She was momentarily surprised seeing him and jumped an inch or two, but giggled at her moment of stupidity.
'Lakshman sir, I thought it was some other person.'
The fellow was looking at her with his lecherous eyes. 'Hmm, did I frighten you, my dear?'
He was standing so close to her in the dark, dingy and stuffed record room. There was a reek of summer stuffiness. Lakshman was little overweight and with a stubby face, he wasn't least bit attractive. But Sukanya never saw him in that light. She treated him with respect for being friendly, which, she didn't know, was on the borderline of taking advantage. He had been trying to get her into a corner since a long time. And this was like a godsend.
As with men like Lakshman, he had a very overestimate of himself. He smiled looking into her eyes and Sukanya for the first time became aware that probably he was trying to be closer than necessary. As her mind processed regarding his sexual advances, she started to gather that her opinion of him was rather very poor. He didn't even excite a single pore in her body. She turned back to her records and didn't mind him.
The man was persistent, 'may I help you, Sukanya?'
'It's okay, sir. I am fine. I will get the file, don't worry.'
But he wasn't the one to give up. The accidental brush of her navel during cutting the cake had emboldened him to a false sense of boldness.
He didn't hesitate in slowly rubbing his finger at her belly button as she jerked away from him and along with that gave a moan of arousal. It was a very sensitive part of her body and she couldn't suppress that sigh. Though Lakshman felt that she was moaning due to his mystical touch, the truth was that her emotions regarding her sexual feelings were very labile and a little fluctuation was making her reflexively think of her lover. Her sensuous and sexual aura was spoiling her core modesty. Her pussy twitched at the image of her lover's cock, which pounded her good in the morning.
But she put a surprised expression at her colleague.
He said, 'was that the cream on the cake? It looked to me like that right here,' he said again brushing his digit over her soft skin beside her cute belly button.
'Sir, please stop it.' She moaned.
But her sensuous moans excited him further.
Her colleague though was not a man of fashionable appearance, his touch was something that was causing her to fan her desires. The latest touch of her boyfriend cum lover had made her hot and bothered. She had come three to four times in the day, yet her orgasms weren't ebbing. They were just building up.
'What am I doing, Sukanya? I am just pointing out that there may be cake here, but I am wrong.' He touched her navel again with his index finger while she moaned yet again. But she returned his smile weakly as she didn't want to have a fight over this matter and to make light of the issue. She turned away from him as though busy in locating the file.
With a gasp, she observed, her co-worker's hand on her ass.
Lakshman for a moment was lost in the madness of this babe's wonderful ass. It was an ass he had admired since the start of the work, which was since the last few years. To touch this soft piece of wonderful flesh, albeit through a few layers of thin cloth was something.
She growled a low moan without turning towards him, 'please, Lakshman sir, you shouldn't be doing this.'
'I am just admiring the quality of your sari, dear,' he gave a lecherous smile as he again pawed her delicious rump.
As much as she wanted to push him away, the thought of his touches was making her relive the moments with Ranjith and she realized she was a slave to her memories with her boyfriend as she wanted them to run through her mind. She wanted her cunt to have that wonderful feeling it experienced under his hand.
Lakshman was unaware of this turmoil. But he liked the submissive nature of this sensuous lady. He ran a hand on her sturdy thighs and when she turned towards him to distance himself from his touch, he ran his hands on her bare midriff and on the upper part of her thighs.
She pushed his hands away as he looked at her with a dangerous look.
She wasn't terrified by any means, 'we shouldn't be doing this, sir. Please go back to the office.'
'Can't a man have the freedom to roam at the place of his work?' saying that he roamed his hands from the upper part of her midriff as he traced his fingers on her blouse along her side.
She tried to get away from his hands but he was insistent. Recalling her lover from this man's touches, she turned away from him moving further along the aisle to locate the document she was after. She felt the insistent paw of her co-worker on her ass and she was about to push him off.
'Lakshman!!' a voice thundered in the cold room of the records.
Both the man and woman turned towards the door to find Jai sir standing there and watching them with fury-ridden eyes. His appearance was that of a lion enraged.
Lakshman wilted like a weak flower and staggered away from her. He was shaking with the old man's look at him, which was boring his insides.
'I .....I ......I'm sorry, sir. I think I will get back.'
He scarpered from the room like a scared kitten leaving the old man with Sukanya.
Sukanya looked at the old man with guilt and embarrassment while the latter was eying her with anger. He looked like a wounded animal. Looking at his accusing glare, Sukanya thought the moment wanted an explanation.
'I don't know he was there, sir. I told him to get his hands off me. I told him, I swear..........'
But the old man's faith in her was already breached. With a long, forceful breath of disgust, he turned on his heel and stalked off.
Sukanya felt very sad at the turn of things. The old man was such a good friend and now he looked at her with such disappointment. She came back to the office with the required file. The old man didn't even bother to look at her. She felt some anger towards Lakshman, but she blamed herself the most for being so compliant to his touches. She shouldn't have had sex with Ranjith. Their fuck was acting like a flame to her lust. It was like she was on a sex stimulant or something.
She tried to talk with the old man with matters related with the office but his answers were curt, upto the point. He didn't even bother to look at her during these moments. It was as if she was something he didn't like to have around. He used to treat her like the darling of the office but now, he acted as though he wouldn't mind if she disappeared from the face of the earth.
Lakshman dismissed himself after lunch saying he had some business at his home front. He veered off from the old man but tried to speak with Sukanya, who didn't encourage him any further.
Her birthday was turning out to be such a gloomier day for her and she hated that. She decided she would give some explanation to the old man. After the office hours when everyone had left, she waited for him to complete his work. Jai completed his work and walked out of the office towards the parking area. Sukanya walked behind him and called, 'sir, sir, could I have a word with you?'
He stood at his scooter and not even looking at her, asked, 'what is it?'
'I want to explain about what happened in the morning. I didn't .........'
The old man gruffly replied, 'I don't know what you are talking about and I don't care about it.'
Sukanya shrank with shame at his anger.
'Sir, please, listen to me.'
'I have to go home. I have other business to mind. Should I drop you?'
The last query was a perfunctory word, he gave her just as a means of daily parting.
Making up her mind at that instant, Sukanya said, 'yes sir, please drop me off at home.'
