A Beautiful Wish With My Lesbian Boss
She was the perfect match of beauty and brains. It was impossible not to jerk off after meeting my lesbian boss Nalini. Every eligible bachelor had tried to woo her but failed. Some guys thought I had hit the jackpot by being her assistant. As if she was seducing me every day. On the contrary, she never even flirted with a male member of our entire floor as far back as I can remember. That is almost 2 years. She wasn’t married nor divorced or widowed. We simply couldn’t understand it. Until one day she was spotted with a hot young model at one of the high-end pubs in town. This model happened to be a lesbian, so we found out the reason. Still, many men’s and clients’ hearts fluttered when they laid their eyes on her. She never drank beer or wine to maintain her sharp features. She was of average height but carried herself like a model. Her drunken hazel eyes were always rimmed with mascara and shaded with a smokey eye shadow, making them so mysterious that many were lost in their unknown depths. She had got her eyebrows and lips designed at a permanent makeup studio in New York. The beauty of her designer brows was that you could feel the velvety texture just by looking at them. If a person could resist looking at the razor-sharp outline of her lips, and not falling in love, then we decided that it couldn’t be a man or a woman. It has to be an alien. Her peachy skin always glowed like she had just stepped out of a spa. Her thick soft-black hair reached just below her shoulders in a layered haircut. Showing just enough skin in her deep back blouse, to give me an erection, every time without fail. She wore no other jewelry except a thin gold chain and long earrings, hanging on perfected pear-shaped ears, kissing her collar bones. Whenever she smiled, showing her immaculate pearls, the men around her would take deep breaths. The last day before the lockdown was particularly hard on the single boys. Some had to shag in the middle of the day. She was particularly happy that day and smiled a lot. As I saw her walking seductively, she looked like a sex goddess. That day she was wearing a brick red plain saree tightly wrapped around her hourglass hips and flowing freely near her feet. A sleeveless black blouse with a deep neck and back – with so less cloth, it was a miracle how the blouse was holding her 34 size boobs steady. Her exposed midriff was curved in many ways, from to back, side to side, top to down, except the stomach was completely flat. She had a new tattoo on her beautiful hand, in line with her left pinky finger. It spelled the name of her girlfriend in a foreign language. When she sat with one foot over another, I saw she had waxed her buttery legs and got a pedicure. Her toenails were painted ruby red, and her feet were a glowing shade of natural pink. I felt these glass sandals could evoke foot fetish in the most sexually inactive men. I wondered how it would feel to suck on those pretty toes. She was calling me, “Karan, chalo, let’s go for lunch,” she ordered. Normally, I never refuse her order. But I wanted to finish all my pending items because the office would be locked from the next day. So I politely declined, but she wouldn’t accept my no. “Come baba,” I have something to tell you. No man could refuse when she asked so sweetly. It didn’t matter even if she fired me after that. So we had lunch at the office cafeteria and were coming down in the elevator when she broke the news. “I’m going on a sabbatical, Karan. It could be a year or two.” Then proceeded to tell me my future duties. It didn’t matter, I couldn’t come to this office if she wasn’t going to be around. I had loved her from the day I joined that company. I told her this in my own words. She was a bit disturbed but didn’t say anything. She put her soft hand on mine. I felt like my heart had broken into a thousand pieces, looking at her slender fingers with almond-shaped fingernails in ruby red nail color. I took the liberty to hold her hand and kiss her knuckles, saying, “I’ll miss you, Nalini.” She turned away, possibly hiding a tear, whereas I had no reason to hide. This was my first job after graduating. In the last 2 years, I had followed her like a faithful puppy, coming out the top achiever in every task she gave me. I packed up all my stuff and locked my cabinets, hanging the keys on her wall. “So today is the last day,” I asked, with a deep sense of sorrow. “Aww, don’t be a baby, promise me you’ll do well,” she said in a cajoling tone. “Can you drop me home?” She asked as if giving a toffee to a child. So we set off to her home, in her official car, that I would return after the office reopened. I asked her why the sudden decision to take a break, and she hesitated to tell me. Then asking me to keep this to myself, she said she wanted to have a baby. I asked her what’s the big deal. She replied that the big deal was because her girlfriend can’t make babies because of her career. Nalini has to go through many steps to get pregnant. We entered the parking lot of her luxury mash island apartment, and she invited me for dinner. When I hesitated, she held my arm and took me to the elevator, saying, “I know you’ll just drink booze after going home. You can do all that from tomorrow.” She had asked her maid to prepare a nice vegetarian dinner for two persons. She was vegetarian, and so was I. She asked me to open a bottle of 2015 Cabernet and went to wash up. It never failed to amaze me that her supple, wrinkle less skin didn’t need any makeup at all. Considering she was almost 33, nine years older than me. I told her if she was my girlfriend, I would’ve married her twice by now, and she laughed heartily. As we finished dinner, I reminded her she was telling me about steps to become pregnant.