Dear Reader,
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All characters in this story are 18+ years old.
This story is inspired from some of my deepest fantasies & experiences that I have had as a female living alone in a posh suburb of Mumbai, India. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this story that focuses on how the protagonist started embracing her sexual inclinations towards femdom, reluctance & exhibition.
Please do take a minute to rate this story and leave a comment if anything could be improved / new elements that could shape the story further to your liking. Constructive criticism & feedback as always are most welcome.
Please enjoy..!
Love,
Enigmatic_Ecstasy
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Malvika was returning home to Mumbai after dropping her 5 years old daughter Ishita to Pune at her father's place. It was a Friday afternoon, she looked at her watch- it showed 12:30pm; still a long day ahead for her.
Malvika was professionally successful but her personal life was quite shattered- ever since she separated from her husband two year back. They were highschool sweethearts who married each other against their families' wishes. They eventually settled in Pune and had a loving daughter together before her husband was swept away by another woman from his office- the one he had an extra-marital relationship with. When Malvika came to know about her husband's ordeal- she just couldn't take it. She confronted him outright and decided to separate and take her daughter away with her to Mumbai while her husband shamelessly moved in with his girlfriend in Pune. They never tried to make things better and just accepted that they weren't meant for each other. They didn't divorce each other for the sake of their daughter Ishita's future but they never spoke comfortably ever since they separated. There was absolutely nothing left in the marriage to work on or revive and Malvika didn't want to give another chance to love.
A couple of months after separation- Malvika moved to Mumbai along with her daughter and restarted her career as an HR with a reputed Indian multinational. During the pandemic, she spent her weekdays sitting at her home office desk, working continuously for hours & attending back to back meetings on Zoom with her teams. Ever since she moved to Mumbai- she lived a boring and depressed lifestyle. During and after the pandemic it was even worse- almost zero physical interaction with anyone throughout the week. She didn't have any friends in Mumbai and used to keep herself reserved and private around colleagues and neighbours. The only free time she used to get in evenings & on weekends used to go into entertaining her daughter, dropping her for hobby classes and running errands or doing chores to make a comfortable living out of her small 2 bedroom apartment in Malad, Mumbai.
Today was a different day though- Malvika finally took some time off from the office for an entire week. She wanted to unwind and just be with herself. Her ex-husband was going to take care of their daughter Ishita in Pune and spend a few weeks with her. Malvika was finally glad to find time for herself; her plan for the three days over weekend revolved around catching up on sleep, hitting the gym, binge watching Netflix and pampering herself in the spa.
Malvika turned 31 years old in August '22. She was known as a headstrong woman, a Leo who would take no nonsense from anyone. She was slim & extremely fair skinned- as her roots originated from North India but her grandfather settled in Maharashtra in 1960s. She maintained herself very well, her skin was still like a girl in her 20s- always glowing and always fresh. She was a classy lady- always dressed to impress and turn heads. With kohl usually on her lower eyelid, her go-to clothing used to be a classy tight salwar kurti & all her kurtis' arm length ended right between her elbow and wrist, her salwar always a tightly fitted her legs with a fold crease in the front. She loved wearing comfortable open toe leather flats and a silver classic anklet on her right ankle. She had beautiful, well manicured and pedicured hands and feet, all her nails were painted in red. Her nose was pierced- that always sported a diamond stud which made her even classier and terribly hot.
She was on her way back to Mumbai in the cab when her phone rang. It was Rashi- one of her colleagues and immediate reportee. Apparently there had been some goof up at work. She picked the phone.
"Hello, It's Malvika" she started the conversation.
"Hi, Malvika, Rashi here.. I know you are on leave but can we speak for a quick 2 minutes?"
"What happened?" replied Malvika.
"There has been a flag for misconduct, one of the female associates has complained to the hotline about her manager's misbehaviour with her." Rashi continued.
"Go on, I am listening!" said Malvika after a long sigh.
"So apparently this manager passed some profane remarks in a small sales group meeting about one of his subordinate's appearance- specifically focusing on how her blouse should show her cleavage during client meetings and how she should sleep with her clients to get business." finished Rashi.
"What was exactly said?" questioned Malvika.
"As per the complaint, he said and I quote- "I don't fuckin' care if you have to lower your blouse to show a cleavege, or allow the client to get a feeling down there- I want this deal closed and your targets achieved. If you are unable to, please put your papers down!"" Rashi spoke in a single breath.
Malvika raised her brows- "Wow! Seriously? Please get a statement from the manager as well, get everyone in the room interviewed for the integrity of the statements filed in the complaint and see if they match with his statements. Then let's start the formal procedure for disciplinary action on the complaint" replied Malvika
"Send a report to me by Monday, I will go through it next week and let's take this up once I am back in office the week after '' Malvika continued.
"Sure! I am on it, you have a good time off!!" stated Rashi before disconnecting.
Malvika looked outside the cab window while she was running the scene that Rashi explained on the call- it was in her head. Her mind was reenacting how the conversations in that room must have flown. She was empathising with the female colleague on what she would have felt at the moment her manager made the derogatory remarks.
Her heart on the other hand was actually focused on what would have happened if that female employee under immense sales pressure would have taken her manager's threat seriously and actually begged for business in lieu of sexual favours to a potential client?
Devoid of sex for months- Malvika was imagining herself in that female colleague's place- dressed in a black long dress- discussing the deal & contract with a 50 years old man in his corner office; dropping her blouse low for the oldie to see and bending to pick up a fallen pen- thus exposing the cleavage & panties to the potential client. She imagined how aroused the client would have been? How he would have ogled at her? How would he have tried touching her?
Malvika was futher driven into the thoughts of how she would have at best settled for only a handjob to the oldie to crack the sales deal- but never an oral or penetrative sex.
Malvika was imagining an old person's semi-hard cock in her hand, she imagined gently but tightly stroking it in a continuous rhythm while her other hand rested on the old man's pot belly as he moaned loudly and ejaculated within few seconds in her hand- just a few of drops of cum that she carefully cleaned off her fingers using a tissue paper as the old man spanked her ass and picked up the business contract documents to sign and seal the deal.
Malvika's thoughts drove a strong rush of lubrication down her pussy, she felt her panty had a big damp spot that might have been showing through her white and semi-transparent salwar. Malvika immediately felt vulnerable and adjusted her kurti to cover up the spot as she crossed her legs and started to look out of the cab window again. Her hands that were nicely manicured and had red matte nail paint were clenched together between her thighs. She was dressed in a pure white salwar kurti that was very neatly ironed. She was wearing a pink & red flower pattern chiffon stole around her neck that was contrasting amazingly with her completely white attire. Her open toe flats were minimalist leather ones, tan coloured with straps going in a v-shape across her upper side of the foot and buckling up behind her legs- above her heels.
As she looked out of the window- it was a scenic view outside- misty and romantic. If given a chance Malvika would have loved to sit in the front seat of a fast car in the company of a handsome guy but here she was cursing her luck and life. She was shifting her rear continuously on the seat to find a comfortable spot; the cab was dirty & was not comfortable enough for her standards. She would have booked an SUV but she very well knew the costs of surviving in Mumbai. Hence she has been compromising a lot for herself, and saving wherever she could to support the best lifestyle for her daughter and for sending her to a good college in future.
As Malvika settled on a good position and sat comfortably, she glanced at her cab driver. He was a middle aged guy, possibly in his late 40s. He looked like he came to Maharashtra from somewhere in the north- to find a better living. He wore a thick pair of spectacles & a stubble on his face, dressed in a white uniform of shirt-trouser and had a green towel over his right shoulder. He was overall large and bigger than an average Indian man, maybe 6"2' or 6"3'. He looked like he was almost twice as big as Malvika who was quite petite & slim compared to him- she was just 5'3" tall and in the 40 kg range of weight.
As Malvika was gauging her cab driver's build, he looked through the rear view mirror to find Malvika's eyes looking right back at him. She quickly looked away.
"Are you ok madam?" He spoke in broken English with a classic North Indian accent.
"Yes! Thank you! But can we stop somewhere to stretch our legs?" asked Malvika.
"Stop here or highway restaurant madam?" questioned the cab driver.
"We can stop here if you are ok with it!" said Malvika.
The cab driver pulled over after the next turn as the Ghat area started. He parked his car on the side of the road. Malvika got down from the cab and walked slightly away. She lit up a cigarette and took a couple of puffs as she was stretching her legs and arms. She looked back to see the driver as he comfortably stood leaning on the front passenger door looking at Malvika. When their eyes met- he looked away.
"What's your name?" asked Malvika.
