School Teacher Fucked Under the Government Office Chair - Part 4
After the shower, when I opened my bag on the bed, wrapped in a towel, on top was a royal blue chiffon saree with a slight silver border. This colour looked extremely seductive on my skin. The blouse was of a very deep neck and sleeveless design, with the option of tying a string at the back. As soon as I wore it, I felt a little shy seeing my own cleavage. But I also started feeling a strange warmth from inside. I tied the saree in a low waist style so that my flat waist and navel could be seen deeply. After getting ready, I did light makeup. A thin line of kajal, light pink gloss on the lips and light blush on the cheeks. I knew I looked best in a natural look, so I did not decorate myself too much. I had to get fucked there, so I chose very light jewellery. Just matching bangles, small studs and a light chain around my neck. I wanted the focus to be directly on my body and not on the jewellery. For perfume, I sprayed Jasmine scent, which brings a slight warmth. As soon as I spray it, the whole room smells good. To be honest, I have never done anything like this, even for my husband. Standing in front of a mirror, I moved the pallu of my saree a little to the side. A part of my cleavage started hanging out. The slight shade of anklets along with the heels of my sandals on my legs was making my walk even more sexy. I saw that my big ass was looking so that anyone would be forced to masturbate after seeing it in the saree. I made myself feel so sexy for the first time that maybe no person could refuse to fuck me. Around 10 pm, I received a text message on my mobile phone that had the car number. My heart started pounding; the signal had been received. Coming down from the lift, I was feeling at every step that my style was getting noticed by everyone. The boy sitting at the reception in the lobby had his eyes stuck on me. I tried to avoid eye contact with him. But I felt that, for him, I was looking like a lady full of secrets. As soon as I stepped out, the car with the same number plate was standing in front of me. I opened the door with some hesitation and sat inside. It felt like I had received a special invitation. The car was also expensive. The car started moving slowly. The city light was fading away, and darkness was spreading on both sides of the road. My heart was pounding. There was a strange excitement along with a great buzz. The driver would sometimes look at me from the mirror, and I would immediately lower my eyelids. He was staring at me as if his mind was also yearning to get me. Finally, the car stopped in front of a big, quiet and beautiful bungalow. The light on the boundary wall was shining with a faint turmeric glow. The driver turned around and said smilingly, “Madam, aapka stop aa gaya.” (Your destination has arrived.) At that moment, my breath stopped. In front of me was the guest house where I was going to write the biggest secret of my life tonight. For a moment, I thought of sitting in the car and going back to the hotel. I did not know whether it was right to do this or not. But I thought that nothing upside-down was going to happen in one night. And somewhere, my pussy was also craving to get fucked by a stranger. When I entered the main guest house, I did not see anyone at first. I pushed the gate slightly, and it opened with a slight creak. My heart started beating faster, as if every heartbeat was echoing in my ears. I entered the hall of the bungalow with fear. It was very quiet and there was dim light inside. Everything was so beautiful that it seemed like a film set. I called out, “Who is it? Malhotra sir, I have come.” But I got only silence in response. I became restless for a moment. I could not understand what to do in this unknown place. I went a little further in, looking everywhere- drawing room, dining area. But still, I could not see anyone. The whole palace seemed completely silent. A little nervously, I called out again, “Malhotra Sir, it’s me, Payal. I’ve come to meet you tonight just the way you wanted.” This time, my own voice was trembling slowly. Deep inside, I wanted Malhotra Sir to look at me. I wanted to see the lust for me in his eyes. I don’t know, but maybe I had accepted this situation at that time. And there must have been some fantasy inside me, too. And at that moment, there was a soft click from behind as if a door had closed. My heart suddenly started beating fast. As I turned around, Malhotra Sir was standing in front of me. He had just come out of the shower. He was wearing a white bathrobe and was lightly massaging his wet hair with a white towel. Drops of water were still shining on his brown skin. I had come here to impress him and make him intoxicated. But seeing Malhotra Sir’s masculinity, I calmed down. A sudden sensation happened inside me, a feeling that cannot be described in words. After looking at me, he stopped for a moment. Then he kept the towel aside and kept looking at me from top to bottom without blinking his eyes. His gaze was fixed on every fold of my saree, every curve of my body, and the cleavage of my blouse. There was hunger in his voice, which can only be found in a man who is crazy about women. He said softly, “Oh wow, Payal ji, tonight you are not just beautiful, you look like an angel.” My cheeks turned red. I felt ashamed, but behind that shame, there was a strange warmth that was making my breath sharp. To be honest, I had come here out of helplessness. But the attraction I was seeing in his eyes at that time was making me intoxicated. Now there was not a Government Officer standing in front of me, but a 40-year-old man – brown skin, light grey hair, trimmed beard and that raw masculinity in his style, he pulled me completely into his room. And whatever way I had seen Malhotra Sir till now, what I saw that day was totally different. Seeing his personality and charm, I myself was desperate to fuck him.