Unspoken Desires: Chemistry Between Office Colleagues - Part 2
Hi, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you’re all doing well. This is the sequel of a recent story I published. I received a very good response. Thanks for the feedback. About me: My name is Abhishek. I’m 24 years old, 5’7”, fair, thin, and fit. I work as a software engineer in an MNC in Bangalore. I’ve been with this company for three years now. About her: Reeya (name changed). She’s 4’5” tall, dusky, thin, and effortlessly cute, with a charm that’s hard to ignore. While I’m an ambivert who struggles to start conversations, she’s the exact opposite—an extrovert who lights up every room she enters. After that great night at Reeya’s place, we felt closer. The fun of keeping it secret made us excited. After that night, we couldn’t stop. Every night, we had hot phone calls, saying naughty things until we both finished. During the weekends, I’d go to her flat for wild sex—sometimes in her bed, against the wall, always leaving us happy and tired. But we wanted more—something special, away from the city. At work, we’d look at each other across the room. Sometimes, our hands touched, and it felt like a trigger. One evening, when most people were gone, I grabbed her in the hallway and pulled her to a dark spot. I whispered, “Reeya, let’s go away this weekend. Just us. Let’s go to Pondicherry on the bike.” She smiled and teased, “So you can hold me tight for hours? Clever.” I laughed and got closer, our faces almost touching. “You got me. So, yes or no?” “Yes,” she said softly, her fingers on my chest, making my heart beat fast. “But I won’t keep my hands still.” The next morning, we left early for our road trip. The bike shook under us as Reeya hugged me tight, her body against my back. The wind blew, but I only felt her warmth. After an hour, I stopped at a quiet place, getting away from the highway, and bit into a muddy road. Before she could talk, I turned, held her face, and kissed her hard, my tongue in her mouth. She kissed back, grabbing my shirt, making a little moan. “Couldn’t wait, huh?” she said, breathing fast, her eyes full of want. “With you? Never,” I said, my thumb on her jaw, feeling her warm up. We got back on the bike, but it was tough to think straight. Her hands moved on my stomach, sometimes lower, teasing me and making my dick hard. When we got to Pondicherry, we were both dying for it. We checked into a small cottage by the beach—open windows, a sea smell, and a cosy bed. As soon as the door shut, I pulled her close and kissed her hard, like I’d been waiting all day. “Let’s shower together,” I said, pressing my lips against hers. In the bathroom, steam rose as the water started. I looked into her eyes and took off her top, kissing her shoulders as it fell. Then tore her bra, and her boobs came out—full, soft, perfect. I held them, my thumbs rubbing her nipples until they got hard. “You’re so pretty,” I said, lowering and putting my mouth on one boob, sucking softly, my tongue moving over it while my hand squeezed the other. Reeya gasped her fingers in my hair. “Abhi…” Her moaning increased with need. I took my time, loving her sounds, then brought her under the shower. I pushed her against the wall and kissed her deeply, the water making it stronger. My hands slid over her wet skin, washing her slowly, teasing her. But Reeya didn’t just let me take over. She grabbed the soap, her hands bubbly, and started touching me, too. Her fingers went down my chest, over my stomach, and then around my dick, already hard. I groaned as she rubbed me, her touch strong, her thumb on the tip making me weak. “You think only you can lead?” she said, her lips by my ear. “I love it when you do,” I said, pulling her close. We rinsed off, kissing harder until I couldn’t wait. I turned off the water, wrapped her in a towel, and took her to the bed. But Reeya had plans. She pushed me onto the bed with a laugh and climbed on top, her eyes bright. “My turn,” she said, kissing me hard. Her tongue played with mine, and then she kissed my neck and my chest, biting a little. When she got to my dick, she looked up with a cheeky smile. “I’ve wanted this since we left.” She took me in her mouth, her lips hot and wet around my big dick. I moaned, my hips moving as she sucked slowly. Her tongue circled the tip before going deeper. Watching her love made me harder, my hands in her hair. But I wanted her too. “Come here,” I said, pulling her gently. “Let’s do it together.” She laughed and moved so her pussy was over my face while she kept sucking my dick. I held her thighs and pulled her down, my tongue going into her wet spot. She tasted nice. I licked her pussy fast, then pushed my tongue inside. Her moans around my dick felt amazing, making it all better. When she cum, her legs shook, and her wetness covered my face. I kept licking until she rolled off, breathing hard. But we weren’t done. I turned her onto her back and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself. “I need you,” I said, my voice rough. “Yes,” she whispered, opening her legs. I rubbed my dick against her pussy, getting it wet, then pushed inside, filling her. She gasped, her nails on my shoulders as I moved, slow then fast. I kissed her neck and sucked her boobs, playing with her nipples as I went deeper. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me in, and her cries grew louder with every push. When she came, her pussy squeezed my dick flooding my dick with her juices. I have a long way to go. I let her relax. We lay there, sweaty and tangled, the waves outside calming us. Later, I had a surprise. I took her hand and led her to the beach, surrounded by none, where I’d set up a blanket, candles, and wine. The sunset looked magical. She gasped, “Abhi, this is…” “For us,” I said, sitting with her. “To make tonight special.