So this happened when with work from home slowly becoming a thing of the past, the office was bustling with new faces. I had the pleasure of going in twice a week. One day, as I walked in, I couldn’t help but notice a particularly stunning woman with a figure that could make any man’s jaw drop, it was the perfect hourglass figure . She had the kind of beauty that could only be found in a woman of 30, with just the right mix of maturity and youth. Our eyes met briefly before she went back to her work, but I couldn’t get her out of my head. Sitting down at my desk, I found myself eagerly looking for opportunities to interact with her. Fortunately, fate had other plans. My friends and colleagues were nearby, and I managed to start a conversation that quickly turned into a flirty banter. She was from Vijayawada and had a voice that could melt butter – sweet and soft, yet filled with an underlying passion that made my heart race.

Our friendship grew over the next two weeks as I taught her the ropes of automation and coding. It was innocent, yet the tension between us was palpable. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she absorbed every word, and I couldn’t help but admire her dedication. It was clear that she was not only eager to learn but also to be closer to me. One unforgettable day, she invited me to her housewarming, but a pesky client visit got in the way. I felt terrible about missing it, so when she came to the office, I made sure to express my regret. She seemed disappointed but understood. As we approached the car to grab her forgotten lunch box, I couldn’t resist the urge to touch her, to show her how much I cared. I gently tugged her hair and kissed her cheek. She turned to face me, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, and before she could say a word, our lips met in an embrace. The tension that had been building for weeks exploded into passion, and she pushed me away, but not before I saw the want in her eyes. Back in the office, we both tried to play it cool, but the electricity between us was visible. She dropped me off that night, and we agreed to keep our personal lives separate. But as I lay in bed, I couldn’t help but replay that stolen kiss by the car. The way her breath had hitched, the softness of her skin under my fingertips – it was all I could think about. The following week, she confided in me that she felt neglected by her husband. He was a man consumed by his own vices, leaving her craving affection and care. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she spoke, and I felt a surge of protectiveness for this beautiful woman. She was married, yes, but her heart was yearning for connection, and I was more than happy to provide it.

That weekend, she visited my flat, looking absolutely divine in a sky blue saree. Her curves were a delicious sight to behold, and her loose hair cascaded down her back in waves that made me want to bury my hands in it. She looked around the place, taking in the neatness, and I couldn’t help but feel a little proud. It was clear she appreciated the effort. As we talked and ordered lunch, she revealed her marital troubles, and the pain in her voice was clear. She spoke of a man who didn’t care for her,leaving her to feel unloved and unwanted. I offered her comfort, not knowing that the simple act of listening would lead to something much more. She leaned into me, her body melting against mine as she shared her sorrow. As she fell asleep on the couch, I felt a strange mix of pity and desire. I knew I had to tread carefully, but the sight of her lying there, so vulnerable and beautiful, was too much to resist. I kissed her forehead gently, and she stirred but didn’t wake up. I allowed myself to trace the outline of her neck with my lips, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin. She moaned softly, and I knew she was enjoying it. Moving my hands to her waist, I felt the warmth of her body beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. She shifted closer, pressing herself into me, and that was all the invitation I needed. I leaned in and captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Her response was instant. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as our tongues danced together. Breaking away for a moment to catch her breath, she whispered, “ I’ve wanted this for so long.” I couldn’t hold back the smile that spread across my face. I had felt the same way, but I never expected it to happen like this. I laid her down on the bed, her eyes never leaving mine, filled with a mix of desire and trepidation. She was a vision in her sky blue saree, her curves more pronounced as she lay there, her 36D breasts heaving with every breath she took. Her nipples, brown and erect, begged for attention, and I couldn’t resist the urge to lean down and capture one in my mouth. She gasped as I teased the sensitive bud with my tongue, her hands threading through my hair, guiding me closer.Her skin was like velvet under my fingertips as I traced the contours of her body. Her ass, a perfect size, filled my hands as I squeezed gently, feeling her tense with pleasure.

Her pussy was already wet, the scent of her arousal filling the air. I kissed my way down her torso, my teeth grazing her skin lightly, causing her to squirm. I reached the edge of her innerwear and took a moment to appreciate the view—the dark fabric contrasted sharply with her fair skin, and the dampness of her desire was clear.“Take it off,” she said, and I eagerly complied. She lifted her hips, allowing me to slide the fabric down her legs, revealing a perfectly shaved ridge. Her pussy was already swollen with need, the pink folds glistening with anticipation. Her eyes never left mine as I positioned myself between her legs, my cock standing proud and ready. I licked my lips, savoring the moment before I leaned in to taste her. She was sweet and salty, her scent intoxicating. “Oh god,” she moaned, as I parted her lips with my tongue, exploring every inch of her. She was tight, so tight, and I could feel her body respond to me. she gasped while gripping the bedsheets, “I need you inside me.” I positioned my cock at her entrance, feeling the warmth of her arousal against my skin. With a gentle push, I slid into her, inch by inch, savoring the tightness that surrounded me. She was so wet, so ready, that I thought I might just explode right there and then. Her pussy clamped down around me, as if trying to keep me there forever, and I had to fight the urge to pound into her like an animal in heat. Instead, I took my time, drawing out every sensation. Her moans grew louder as I moved within her, and I knew she was enjoying every moment of it. “Faster,” she begged, her nails digging into my back as I began to increase my pace. “Yes, like that,” she hissed, her hips rising to meet each of my thrusts. Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and I couldn’t help but lean down to take one into my mouth, feeling her nipple harden even further. She arched her back, pushing herself closer to me, and I knew she was close to climax.“harder,” she urged, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. I complied, my cock slamming into her with a passion that I didn’t know I possessed. Her pussy tightened around me, and I felt the beginnings of her orgasm building. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the room, and I knew she was close. “I’m going to cum,” she whispered, her eyes rolling back in her head. I picked up the pace, feeling my own climax approaching. With a final, powerful thrust, she shuddered beneath me, her body writhing as she reached the peak of pleasure. We lay there, panting and sweaty, our hearts racing in sync. Her eyes searched mine. I knew that we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But neither of us seemed to care. The connection we shared was too strong, too powerful to ignore.

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