Sexy Colleageue Ayesha And Her Big Boobs
Hello guys, I am Karthik from Bangalore and I am 23 years old. I work for an IT company in Bangalore and this story is about a real incident where I got to fuck a sexy woman who works for the same company as me. So, in the month of March this year, I went to a wedding of my friend’s elder brother. At the wedding, I met Ayesha, who was apparently a friend of my friend’s elder brother. My friend introduced me to Ayesha at the wedding by mentioning that we both worked for the same company. On having a conversation with Ayesha, I got to know that she works in the same office building as me. I worked on the 8th floor whereas she worked on the 5th floor. Talking about Ayesha, she is around 28-29 years old, married, and her husband works in an IT firm in Hyderabad. And about Ayesha’s looks, in short, she is a bombshell. She is around 5.5 feet tall, really fair, with long black hair and she has an awesome pair of BIG boobs. And I really mean the ‘big’ word. To go with it, her curves are as sexy as it can get. On the day I met her at the wedding, she was wearing a sexy black transparent saree and I was mesmerized by her hotness that day itself. As we both worked for the same firm, Ayesha and I exchanged our numbers so that we could stay in touch later. Two days later, I received an unexpected call from her in the office asking me if I could join her for a coffee. Then I went to meet her. Ayesha was in a dark blue colored top and black leggings. We had a good conservation for about half an hour. That’s when I got to know that her husband works in Hyderabad. Then after that meet, we started meeting twice in a week. And then slowly we started meeting every day during lunchtime. Ayesha used to smoke a lot of cigarettes so I used to accompany her whenever she went out for frequent smoke breaks. She was a pretty bold woman. A lot of people used to stare at her while she smoked cigarettes (we know how we Indians are) but she knew how to ignore others. I started liking her company but I kept it to myself as she was a married woman. Meanwhile, our WhatsApp chats were getting naughtier. We started talking about things like ‘boobs’ and ‘vagina’. But it was never like sex chat or something. Being a horny guy that I am, I even went on to ask if I could touch her boobs or if I could kiss her, to which she refused straight away. She said she was married and she wasn’t looking anything that way. But when I used to ask about her sexual fantasies etc, she used to tell everything without any hesitation. I was not understanding what really Ayesha wants from me. Even after asking many times, she used to blatantly refuse my advances. This went on for a while. But Ayesha was always friendly to me. Then finally I gave up my hopes of laying my hands on her beautiful big boobs and thought of her just as a friend. I used to visit Ayesha’s place regularly as we had become really good friends by now. Her maid used to stay with her at her home. So during one of the weekends, Ayesha invited me to her place as she had planned to cook herself that day. So it was a Saturday and I reached her home in the afternoon to have lunch cooked by her. Ayesha was wearing a grey colored fairly fit t-shirt and jeans. She had let her long hair open and as usual, she was looking sexy as fuck. She then served me a delicious biryani cooked by her. We both had lunch soon and after that, we sat casually on the couch and started watching TV. Ayesha then started smoking a cigarette and she was casually surfing her phone. For the first time when I went to Ayesha’s place, her maid was not present. Ayesha was sitting right next to me and she was looking damn hot. I just couldn’t control my hormones anymore at that moment. Ayesha being so close to me made my dick really hard. I just leaned towards her, placed my hand over her boobs and started kissing her neck like a mad person. Ayesha immediately pushed me away and she got furious. Ayesha: What the hell are you doing, Karthik?? What is this?? Me: I am sorry Ayesha. But you are looking so hot today. Please, please let me touch you. I want to squeeze your boobs, please. I am not able to control. Ayesha: Are you out of your mind? Are you even realizing what you are speaking? Have you gone mad? I placed my hand over her right breast and pleaded. Me: Please, Ayesha. Okay at least let me fondle your boobs over your t-shirt itself, please. My hand is already on your boobs please let me continue. Ayesha stared at me for about 30 seconds without telling anything. She then said, Ayesha (reluctantly): Karthik… Okay. Make it fast, please. As soon as she said that, I placed my both hands on her boobs over her t-shirt and started fondling her boobs. My dick got as hard as it can get. I also started to kiss her boobs while squeezing them. Ayesha was just staring at me while I was squeezing, sucking, kissing her big boobs over her top. Her boobs were huge. They weren’t even fitting in my hands. It was feeling so good to squeeze that awesome pair of boobs. As I was squeezing her boobs, I even kissed her neck passionately. I played with her boobs for more than 10 minutes. Then Ayesha asked me to stop and said, “That’s enough”. Ayesha was quiet after that. She went and sat on the corner of the couch. I was just staring at her with a sign of guilt as she wasn’t saying anything. After a couple of minutes of quietness, she again came and sat next to me. Without saying much, she leaned towards and started kissing me. That was the moment I realized Ayesha too wants it. I pulled her way closer to me and started kissing her passionately. She was an excellent kisser. We were smooching like mad people and my hands were moving on her back. In no time, I removed Ayesha’s top. She was wearing a cream colored bra and her cleavage was visible. That view was as good as it can get. I kissed her neck and moved my hand over her bra. She started moaning.