My Senior Colleague Shikha And Me
I slept with my colleague. It doesn’t sound that interesting, but trust me when that colleague is a mature divorcee with no kids; you are up for a no bars game. There is no rule, no reason, and no guilt but just fun and lots of sex. My Shikha is just like that. Shikha, a 35-year-old woman got married at the age of 27 and divorced at 30, less exploited sexually because the husband was drunk and impotent. She buried herself in her work all these years to just open up for me. She was one of the senior managers in the office. She really has wonderful 34BB boobs with the waist size of 28 and 34 hips. I joined this Delhi-based XYZ company where Shikha is my immediate boss. The first day was exciting and all, but the real story began when it was time to sign off from office. I took my bag and walked out to the nearest metro station. At my stop, the metro train stopped and I saw her too stepping out from the metro station. After few more interactions at Metro Station, I came to know that we don’t live far from each other. Frequent after office hours interactions and same route for office to home and vice-versa created a bond between us, although she maintained the dignity of being senior colleague no matter where we are. *Couple of months passed. We started to talk a lot and used to travel together on metro.* On Saturday night, I received a call from her. “Hello….!” I responded sincerely with my mind wandering about why she called me at this hour. She said, “I am sorry to bother you at this hour, but is it possible for you to come and pick me up from Connaught Place (CP) and drop me home.” I said, “yes, where exactly?” And she explained me the exact location. It was half past 11 pm. I wondered why in the world this woman needs me to pick her up at this hour and why she can’t take a cab or something to come home. I took my bike and reached her location. She was wearing elegant jeans and top yet I found her hot, and also she was drunk. It was a girl’s night out of some sort and she drank too much. She gave me her pursue and hopped back on my bike. As soon as I started driving, I felt that she will doze off and maybe fall. So I asked her to hold me, and she did. On our way back to home, she leaned on me and rested her face on my back. It was summer so I kind of felt the warmth of her breath on my back and felt the tingling sensation. I also felt her soft boobs touching my back.Thoughts were firing up in my mind about me fucking her wildly while holding her boobs. Since I was in my thoughts, I didn’t notice the speed breaker and it kind of made her slide closer to me and to make balance she wrapped her arms around my waist and ended up placing her palms over my thighs. It was not a long trip but I made it long by driving little slow enjoying the weather and her drunken body clinging on me. Anyhow, we reached her place. I managed to find keys to her apartment and helped her to sit on the sofa. I went to the kitchen and brought a glass of water and offered her. She looked at me said, “This is not right. I shouldn’t have called you. Now, you must be thinking what kind of senior I am”. After some more such sentences, I got irritated and told her politely to go to sleep. I came back to my home with all the wild thoughts and regretting the guts to exploit the situation. However, I feel good about how I handled the situation because the things that happened later part of the story is the foundation of me being a gentleman in this situation. I came back home and went to sleep hoping that at least I could get the opportunity to have her in my dreams. I received a call from Shikha in morning. She thanked me on phone for the last night and invited me for dinner. I honestly jumped after disconnecting the call and thought of many things sexually of course. At around 7 pm, I reached her home and rang the doorbell. She opened the door and asked me to get comfortable as she is preparing for the dinner. I asked her am I early and offered to help her, but she declined with a smile. I was sitting on sofa shuffling through channels. She came back from the kitchen all drenched in her sweat and asked me if I could excuse her for a moment. She went inside her room and after 20 minutes came back smelling like fresh flowers plucked from the garden. She took bath quickly, I guess. She was dressed in a wonderful sleeveless gown. She was looking more like the purest aura. She noticed that my eyes are stuck on her and jaw dropped because of her beauty. “Ahem…Ahem… Vinay, you seem shocked, are you alright,” she said. I got back to my senses and apologized to her for my awkward stare. She laughingly said, “I am your senior manager, and you shouldn’t look me like that else we both will be in trouble”. I noticed that she has chosen words that have deep meanings and I sheepishly smiled back and replied, “I don’t mind getting into trouble if…..”. I didn’t complete the sentence as I suddenly thought that it might be inappropriate. She asked me to complete the sentence. I fumbled with words and said, “….if trouble is as beautiful as you”. She smiled and came to the sofa and sat next to me. Her body language was totally different today as she was behaving more like a friend and ignored the dignity of office senior-junior. She rested her head on the sofa and said, “Do you have any idea why I asked you to come at my place today”. I confidently yet gently said, “Living alone is tough. I have been living alone for a while and it gets lonely, especially in the weekends”. ‘Hmmm…’ she said. I don’t know what came over me. I got up and placed my lips on hers. She didn’t respond at first but after 3-4 seconds her lips parted and we started kissing. I adjusted myself on the sofa and pulled her towards me and we kept kissing her lips and exploring her mouth my tongue for five minutes. Her tears started to drool, all of sudden.