(Author's note: This was my first attempt at writing any story. It would be deeply appreciated if you could leave feedback in the comments section.)
An encounter with an unexpected Indian MILF
Hi, I am D and today I am going to tell you about my special unexpected encounter at work. I am now 33 yrs old and married but this story is about the time when I was 27 and single. Let me start by telling you a little bit about myself, I stay at Mumbai and run a manufacturing business. Our manufacturing unit is located in a small village 3 hours away from Mumbai. Hence I have to travel to this village often and usually spend at-least 2 to 3 days a week over there. We had a bungalow 10 minutes away from my factory where I used to stay overnight.
Around 5 years back when I started a business I was dealing with a lot of issues in dealing with the local workers. To solve this issue, I hired a contractor and requested him to give me supervisors who would discipline the workers. Since communication between men and women was still a bit of a taboo in small town villages, we needed a female supervisor as well.
On the next day at 9.00 am the contractor was waiting for me at the factory. I walked into my cabin and he said he had found a suitable lady who was educated and would understand the work. Her job would be to explain it to the women on the shop floor and get it done from them. In walked Anjali, she looked like she was in her late 30s or early 40s (turned out to be 45). She must have been around 5 feet 2 inches, nice long black hair, slim but well endowed. I was instantly impressed by her, she had a pleasing smile, was well dressed and courteous. Over the years I have met various types of women but there definitely are a few who simply have an aura about them. The way they walk, their gait, their confidence and their mischievousness; you just know you are in presence of a unique woman. Anjali surprisingly was one of those and I hired her immediately.
On the first day of her work I paid close attention to Anjali. She was around 5 feet 2" tall, dark black hair, large boobs which still stood upright and firm and a very inviting ass. She had a beautiful gait and sway when she walked and was a marvel to look at from behind. I saw her and thought to myself 'Oh, I want to fuck her from behind'. I imagined calling her to my cabin, ripping her saree off, spreading her legs and fucking her while she pulled me into her.
Oh my! I had such a big hard on that I could not concentrate on work. I had to go to the bathroom and masturbate to get a release. This woman had me walk to her on the first day itself!
Due to work load and the fear of scaring Anjali away with my obvious lust, I avoided her for a few days. I asked her to study the work, see where she could be helpful and contribute accordingly. She settled in and I kept doing my routine trips every week. Whenever I got a chance I would ogle at her from behind the one way glass of my cabin. It had been a month but I was still surprised at how she carried herself and how polished she was. She always had a rose in her hair, which meant she really looked after herself. So far I was just very happy that this lady was there in my work place, an oasis in the desert.
One day while sitting with the contractor he told me about Anjali and how she ended up here. Apparently, she came from a wealthy family in Ahmedabad and got married to an average income person. In order to make it big quickly he took unnecessary risks in business and ended up in Debt. Hence, they had to move from Mumbai to this village and start life again. This explained everything, this lady was no worker, she was from a good family and a victim of bad fortune. Anjali suddenly had become a lot more socially relatable.
After a few months of her joining she had taken over a lot of my work load and started performing really well. The women were all disciplined and under her control. Dispatches from the factory had started happening on time. I asked Anjali to come into my cabin and told her how happy I was with her. She was very happy to hear that and said that she also enjoyed working here. I asked her to share a cup of tea with me and asked about her family. Her husband was working somewhere far away and would come home once in two weeks. She also had a daughter who was 22 years old and studying. She told me a little bit about her story and how she wanted to help her husband by working in a dignified way. My respect and attraction both, increased. I observed her closely, she was very confident and comfortable in my presence which was rare for someone staying in a village. In turn I was finding her features very attractive. She always wore a Saree, I could see her slim waist, her lips, her eyes, and would imagine her nice perky tits. I decided I wanted to fuck her, I had to figure out how.
The evening tea became a ritual with us every time I was at the factory. Then due to work load I had to stay at the factory for longer than a few days, I decided to move there for a few weeks. My family knew about it and were happy that I was working so hard. As usual I ended up at the factory and told Anjali about my plans to spend a few weeks there.
"But Sir, since you are going to stay here for so many days, how will you manage your food, especially dinner?" Anjali wondered
"As usually I will just take parcels from a local hotel or cook ready to eat meals myself. It is not a big deal." I told her casually.
"Sir that isn't right. It is unhealthy to eat all that for so many days. I will not allow this." she spoke with an authority which surprised me.
"What is the alternative?"
"Sir, the factory shift gets over at 8.00pm for you and the women's shift at 6.00pm. I will go home after work, prepare food for my daughter, freshen up and come over to your house and cook dinner for you."
There might be an opportunity here.
"It is a good suggestion, but I can only allow it if you allow me to pay for it. Since you are taking so much trouble, allow me to compensate you for it."
I was trying to hide my excitement. Will I be seeing more of Anjali? At my house? In a more relaxed environment? Cooking? Sweating? Smiling?
"Done Sir! What ever you say but you will be eating home cooked food."
Thus, we reached a mutually acceptable conclusion to solve my dinner problem.
Anjali started coming home every evening and preparing Dinner for me. She was a delicious cook. In my house the kitchen was close to the Dining Table and a window in between for serving. She would serve me piping hot food and I could stare at her from my chair while her back was facing towards me. Every time she would turn and come my way to serve a Roti, she would have to bend. Since Anjali was still very much an elegant respectful lady, I could not see much but sometime I would get a hint of her cleavage. Her boobs were massive which was very evident even from her blouse.
All of this was a pleasant fairy tale and a good zone to be in. It was brought to an abrupt end by a customer complaint. One of our customer had a whole consignment rejected because of an issue. His complaint was genuine and ideally our inspection department should have identified and rejected the parts. The customer was very unhappy and I was extremely disappointed. I had been working on this client for months, the whole factory was aware about the fiasco and it was all down to the inspection department which Anjali was responsible for. I called her to my cabin and informed her about the rejection and complaint. There was no point in losing my cool or yelling at her as these things happen but it was surely a mix of some very unfortunate circumstances.
"Anjali, you are aware of how important this client was. This should not have happened." I told her calmly but firmly.
"Yes sir, I am sorry. It is my responsibility, I should have trained the girl who was doing this better." she said apologetically.
"Yes. Anyway, please take precaution so that it is not repeated next time. I know it was not intentional." I reciprocated.
"Thank you sir. I will not let you down again." was her grateful reply.
With this our conversation ended. However I was still quite visibly upset at the whole situation and this showed on my face and in my body language. Everyone at work could make that out. I decided to leave office early that evening and go home. Anjali came to my house around 8pm as usual but did not find me in the living room where we would normally meet. On the first floor of the house was my master bedroom, where I was sleeping. The curtains were drawn and there was no light in the room, there was one in the passageway though. I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
