Sex with a BPO babe
Years ago I was working as a project manager at an IT firm in India. I was ahead of my age in terms of handling that post as I had a good success record; never say a attitude, famous among the executives for out of the box thinking and soon I was in the peer of staff members more than 5 years senior to me. I wasn’t the oldest employee in the organization but had a cool 4 years of service and seniority most people recognized. Our organization was equally balanced with women employees with some of the top positions handled by them as well. One of my traits is to attract elderly women, some how I can relate to them and talk in a tone that makes them friendly to me faster that younger women. Hence among my peers I was more communicative and spending more time with my female colleagues than the male colleagues. Which of course was a reason for snubs as well? I rather spend time talking to the female colleague about her kids than step out for a smoke at lunch time. But come evening I was every ready to ditch a bitch and party with the old farts from the company. So I had my priorities laid out. Working in the office you often end up indulging in the personal matters of your colleagues even if you don’t want to as some times they feel like confiding in you than their spouse who must have just had a fight with them. Latika was one lady who fitted that bill. She was very diligent at work and never missed a deadline, but her odd hours of work were beginning to affect the moral of my team. She would come late to work and stay up late trying to finish the work. MY team in the meanwhile refused to work in conjunction with her as they stayed in far off places. Latika was a senior staff member and I could not take it up with my boss either, she was a resource in my own team but higher in the company hierarchy than me. I could employ her in my project but could not boss her around. Latika was going through some domestic issues. So I started spending time with her after hours while she worked away on her deliveries. I pretended to have work just to see what she would spew if given the chance. For three to four months I and latika did the night shift and we spent many late night dinners at some near by restaurants and seldom would I drop her home. Latika was 35 years old, and was a well built Indian wife not to the fatter side but to the thinner side and wore salwars. She had a curvaceous body but one like a house wife. She was also a good looker; hailing from north India she has light weathish brown skin with sharp facial features. Latika never bothered about her dressing and some times she would wear transparent cotton salwar kameeze with out a camisole. You could see her flowery lacey bra and some times even her brown nipples if the light was shining hard on her chest. Same was the case with her panty lines as well. No one noticed it but day by day working late I noticed that Latika cared less about her self and things around and was not bothered about her kameez button being open or her bra strap slipping of her shoulders. Most men in the organization her age were married and not interested in her any way. That left only me and my evil intentions. One day while working late Latika went home at 2 am and came back in another 30 mins, I was about to leave and could not help notice her on her desk with tearful eyes. She took a long time to open up but it seemed that her husband has decided to camp at his friends house with the kid that night since she was working late and had forgotten to leave the key with their neighbors. It was a Saturday night and latika often wore jeans and sleeveless blouse on a Saturday as it was a non working day for the company. So I decided to give her company and we opened some old project for assessments. While working I could not help but notice that Latika was wearing pink panties as it was extruding from the back of her jeans every time she lunged forward to type at the keyboard. She then dropped her books and immediately got down on her knees to pick them up. She was wearing a low rise jeans that generally slips if you squat. Her pink panties were now clearly visible and she was tugging at her jeans to cover them. She caught me gaping at her waist line and with a modest smile she sat back in her chair and we continued with work. We were the only two in the office at 3 am besides the security guard at the front desk. So we decided to take a coffee break and walked to the vending machine, while she walked in front of me I could see Latika’s booties swing side to side with the pink elastic of her panties popping out once in while. She was becoming more and more interesting to me that day. I was having intense sexual desires towards her by now after seeing her in those clothes for the whole day. After coffee Latika took a detour to the ladies room while I went to my cabin. Latika did not return in over 10 mins and I was growing suspicious, so I took a walk outside the ladies room and there was not trace of her around that place but I was sure that she was in there. So I waited another 10 mins outside for her and she did not turn up. Taking a risk I entered the ladies room and there I found Latika in one cubicle with her jeans and panties to her ankles and her left hand stroking her cunt while her right hand was driving in a small metallic pen. The door was closed and hence she did not see me but I managed to peep in from the top of the adjacent cubicle quietly. I moved without making any noise back to her cubicle. Latika was back in another 10 mins but had forgotten to button her fly. She came and sat next to me and we start working again. I could not help and see her fly open with a clear view of her groin. She caught me gaping at it again and asked what I was thinking. I replied to there that I was wondering why she was masturbating in the ladies room when I was around to help her. She got the hint and we both went into my cabin for a lengthy talk.