Previous Part: Driver Seduces His Boss’s Wife – Part 5
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One afternoon, everyone was resting. I, too, was resting in my room just because I was sick. I was planning to go to bring my boss home in an hour. Just then, the weather changed. The evening sky grew dark as the storm began to break.
From my window, I saw Minu step out onto the terrace. She moved with a sense of urgency, gathering the clothes from the line. She looked breathtaking. Her sari clung to her body, the wind making it dance around her. She wore a sleeveless blouse.
With each wind, her sari slipped, teasingly revealing glimpses of her smooth waist and the curve of her back. She tried to collect her sari every time, but it slid from her shoulder. The first raindrops fell, and she struggled to hold onto the clothes.
I could see the worry on her face as the wind blew harder, causing her sari to billow around her, exposing the delicate string of her blouse. Her blouse began to cling to her skin. Her cleavage rose and fell with her hurried breaths. I grabbed an umbrella and rushed outside to help her.
As I approached, she turned, and our bodies collided softly. The heat of the moment made time stand still for just a breath. Her boobs pressed against my chest, and her hair, damp from the rain, brushed my lips. Without thinking, I placed a kiss on her forehead. She trembled, not just from the cold but kiss.
Her hands shook with the clothes, and they fell from her arms to the wet ground. The rain poured down harder now, soaking us both. She looked at me, her eyes wide, her lips parted as her breathing became deeper, more ragged.
The storm around us seemed distant compared to the emotions between us.
Without a word, I let go of the umbrella, my arms slipping around her waist, lifting her easily. Her body was soft against mine. I carried her into the shelter of the shaded terrace, and she didn’t resist. Her wet sari clung to her, outlining every graceful line of her body.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and her breaths came in short, soft gasps. I could feel the rapid beat of her heart against my chest. I gently set her down but still held her close. She looked up at me, rainwater glistening on her skin, her lashes heavy with droplets.
Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. I could feel the heat between us. “Madam,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. Her eyes opened slowly. In them, I saw everything: desire, hesitation, and the same longing I felt.
“Shall we go inside?” I asked softly, my thumb brushing over her cheek, wiping away a drop of water. She did not nod, but neither of us moved. The rain continued to pour. Slowly, I lowered my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling in the cool air.
Her lips brushed mine for a fleeting moment, sending a shiver down my spine. Every sensation was heightened—the rain, the coolness of the evening, the warmth of her body against mine. It was a kiss that was both a beginning and an end, tender but full of promise.
As we finally pulled away, I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her close to my side. Together, we stepped out of the rain and into my room. As the rain softened into a gentle drizzle outside, the air in the room became warm and charged.
Minu stood near the window. Her damp sari slipped from her shoulder, revealing the smooth skin of her upper chest. Her blouse, held by a single delicate string, clung to her, damp and fragile. The atmosphere between us felt different now. Every breath held a deeper meaning.
I moved closer to her. My hand reached out, gently brushing against her bare back. Her skin was cool from the rain, but it seemed to warm under my touch. I traced a line from her shoulder down her spine, exploring the softness of her skin.
She trembled, her breath hitching. She leaned forward slightly as though my touch made it difficult to stand still. My fingers reached her waist. I hesitated for a moment, watching the way her tits rose and fell with each breath. Her body reacted to every delicate touch.
Slowly, I let my fingers trail further down, slipping to her navel and tracing gentle circles around her belly button. Her breathing grew heavier, her body responding with each touch. She closed her eyes. Her hands gripped the windowsill for balance as her knees began to weaken.
Her blouse, clinging to her with just that one string, moved with her, drawing my eyes to the soft curves of her body. The rhythm of her breath became the rhythm of the room. Our silence deepened, punctuated only by our soft breaths and the distant rain.
Unable to resist, I bent down, pressing a soft kiss just above her navel. The warmth of her skin against my lips sent a shiver through me. I felt her body tremble in response. Gently, I let my lips trace small kisses along her belly. Then, with a flicker of desire, I let my tongue trace the same path.
As I moved around her navel, I felt her hands reach for my head. Her fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me closer, pressing me against her skin. She whispered my name, her voice shaky and breathless. I responded by gently placing another kiss, deeper this time, at her navel.
She gasped, her body pressing closer to mine, seeking warmth and connection in the cool evening air. Her hips moved slightly, involuntarily, as though her body was no longer under her control. I wrapped my arms around her waist, my hands resting on her hips for support.
I was feeling the curve of her body beneath my fingertips. Her movements, her body swayed and pressed against mine, created a rhythm. It was an unspoken dance between us. Her hands rested lightly on my shoulders now. I could feel the tension in her.
She was holding back, savouring each moment. Her breath grew heavier, her body shivering, though it wasn’t from the cold. I could feel the energy between us intensifying, every touch, every breath drawing us closer. She tilted her head back, her eyes closed, surrendering to the moment.
I moved my hands slowly, caressing the soft curves of her hips. She leaned into my touch, her body pressing against mine. Her breath hitched with each kiss and touch. In the stillness of the room, we stood there. The rain continued to fall softly outside.
We lost ourselves in the closeness of the moment. She began to move her hips slowly, her body swaying with a rhythm. Her movements became more deliberate. Her groin brushed against my chin, sending a surge of excitement through me.
I felt the warmth of her body, the soft fabric of her sari brushing against my skin. My breath caught as I lowered myself, following the curve of her body as I sat before her. My heart raced as I slid beneath the folds of her sari, the sari draping over me like a cover.
Underneath, the scene felt different—quiet, intimate, and all dark. Little light was entering, and I could see Madam’s legs standing strong and inviting. My eyes were drawn to the softness of her milky white thighs. I first let my fingers graze her skin, light as a feather.
The contrast between my touch and her trembling anticipation only heightened the moment. My fingers danced along her thigh, tracing delicate patterns. They were inching closer to the place where her thighs met. Every touch seemed to draw a new breath from Madam.
Her body responded to my slow exploration. When my fingers finally reached the tender spot between her thighs, she gasped. Her body reacted with a soft shiver. Madam’s hand reached down, gripping the back of my head, pressing me closer through the fabric of her sari.
I could feel the heat radiating from her body. I let my tongue glide over her panty, my kisses soft and teasing at first. My lips traced the sensitive skin through her panty line. I pulled the elastic of her panty. My tongue explored with reverence as I moved in slow, deliberate strokes of kisses.
Madam’s body began to tremble, her breath quickening. I continued to work my magic, my fingers and tongue moving in perfect rhythm. Every kiss, every flick of my tongue sent waves of pleasure through her. Her body responds to my touch. She let out soft, breathy moans.
Her body gave in to the rising tension that I built with every careful motion. Her inner thighs became slick and wet with the intensity of her desire. The warmth of her skin against my lips drove us crazy. Her grip tightened on my head, the pressure of her hand guiding him as her body reached its peak.
I could feel the heat between us rising. The wetness of her innerwear pressed against my mouth. I continued to explore every inch of her with my tongue. Madam’s body trembled uncontrollably now. Her legs were quivering as the wave of pleasure washed over her.
A soft, white fluid glistened on her thigh, a release to the desire that had built between us. I continued, not letting up, determined to savour every second of the moment as Madam’s breath grew ragged. Her legs could no longer hold her up. With one final tremble, she collapsed onto the bed.
Her body was spent and glowing from the intensity of the release. I came out from her sari and saw her, my body hovering over hers, my hands cradling her face. I looked into her eyes, seeing the depth of our connection reflected in her. At that moment, my boss buzzed my phone.
She saw “BOSS calling.” I received the call, and he told me to pick him up. She got shy and ran to collect her clothes. Then she went down to her room. I went to pick my boss, but I was always thinking about her.
The next day, I was still lost in thoughts of Madam. When I arrived at work, I parked the car and began to relieve myself, thinking of her again. She told her husband about shopping. He said he was busy and to bring me with her. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Madam.
She needed to go shopping and asked me to bring the car. When I arrived at her house, she stepped out wearing a stunning orange saree. Her matching blouse clung to her in all the right places. Her hair was loose, her breasts pointed straight ahead, barely concealed by the saree’s pallu.
I opened the door for her, and she slid into the car without a word. At the entrance to the mall, she surprised me by asking if I would join her. I was shocked. “Madam, me? With you?” I stammered.
“Don’t worry,” she said with a smile. “I’ll be bored shopping alone. Just remove your uniform cap so people won’t think you’re my driver.”
Her sudden warmth confused me, but I followed her into the mall. As we walked, I watched the way her hips swayed. Her ample breasts bounced with every step. She was more alluring than any model, and heads turned wherever we went. I felt a strange sense of pride being by her side.
She stopped near the clothing area and pointed at the undergarment. She asked if I needed that. When I declined and became shy, I said, “Madam, you are too bold in public.” She teasingly said, “Yesterday, you destroyed all my shyness. How can I let you be shy now?”
Later, we went for snacks. She ordered a Pepsi, drank straight from the bottle, and then handed it to me. I hesitated. But as I drank from the same spot her lips had touched, the thought of her lips on mine made me hard. We passed the bottle back and forth, sharing glances filled with unspoken desire.
The air between us felt charged as we wandered through the lingerie section. As though her every move, every glance carried weight. She stopped by a rack, running her fingers over the delicate lace of a bra. Her eyes met mine with a playful yet hesitant glimmer.
“Help me choose,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, as though testing the boundaries of what was allowed. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “What’s your size?” I asked, my voice low, almost conspiratorial, matching the secrecy of the moment.
She blushed, her lips curving into a shy smile as she whispered, “38D.” There was a thrill in that simple confession that stirred something primal in me. I scanned the rack, choosing the most revealing set I could find: a black lace bra with a barely-there thong.
I handed them to her, and as our fingers brushed, a surge of electricity passed between us. Her eyes widened slightly, the blush deepening on her cheeks. “I’d love to see how these look on you,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. She said nothing.
She took the garments and walked toward the trial room. My heart raced as I watched her disappear behind the curtain. The seconds stretched out, and the anticipation built until I heard the quiet click of the lock. Then, her voice—soft, almost trembling—called me in.
I stepped inside, closing the door behind me, and there she stood. The sight of her took my breath away. She was clad in nothing but a skimpy black bra and thong. Her fair skin glowed under the dim lighting, the lingerie hugging her curves in all the right places.
She looked like a goddess. I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of awe and desire wash over me. We stood so close that I could feel the heat radiating off her. When her nipples brushed against my chest, it sent a shiver down my spine.
“You’re so hot,” I whispered, unable to keep the words from spilling out.
She blushed deeply, saying, “Eat me and make me cold,” biting her lip. Her voice barely audible when she spoke. “My husband says I’m fat.” I felt angry at the thought of anyone making her feel less than perfect. I cupped her chin gently, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“He’s wrong,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “You’re perfect beyond words. A body like yours deserves to be cherished, to be appreciated.” Her breathing grew ragged, her chest rising and falling with the weight of her emotions.
I could see the struggle in her eyes—the internal battle between desire and the fear of what was right or wrong. She hesitated for just a moment and then whispered, “Stop.” But her voice was shaky and uncertain. Then, softly, she added, “I surrender. Do what you want with me. I’m yours.”
The vulnerability in her voice undid me. I pulled her into a tight embrace, my hands finding her soft, ample hips. She gasped, her body melting into mine. For a moment, we were lost in the sensation of being so dangerously close. My hand traced the curve of her back.
I growled softly, “Why did you tease me for so long? I knew you wanted this.” Her breath hitched, her eyes clouded with desire.
“No one but my husband has ever touched me like this,” she whispered, her confession trembling on her lips. “But you, since you came into my life, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I need you. I need this.”
I pressed my lips to hers, and the world seemed to dissolve. Her lips were soft and eager. The kiss deepened quickly, our bodies moving together in an inevitable rhythm. My hands slid up her back. With a deft movement, I unclasped her bra, letting it fall between us.
Her breath caught as I gently traced my fingers over her bare skin. She moaned softly, a sound that sent heat rushing through me. “We shouldn’t,” she whispered, her voice wavering as she arched into my touch. “The staff, anyone could walk in.”
But her words were hollow. I put the bra in her mouth so that she could not scream. Her body betrayed her as she clung to me, desperate not to let go. I kissed her neck, moving slowly down to her collarbone, tasting her skin as I went.
“Let me make you feel wanted,” I murmured against her skin, my lips travelling lower until I reached her breasts. My mouth teased, taking its time. She moaned quietly, her hands gripping my hair, pressing me closer. I explored every inch of her. I kissed my way down her body.
My fingers hooked the sides of her thong and slid it down slowly, savouring the moment. I knelt in front of her, my hands on her thighs. For a brief second, I paused to take in the sight of her—raw, vulnerable, and so incredibly beautiful. I licked her over her pussy and bit her clit.
I started moving my tongue in and out. She started pressing me inside, and her body was shivering. I moved my hand to her breast and pinched her hard nipple, and massaged her melon size boobs. She was dancing like a snake. I moved up and bit over her lips and boobs.
I then licked her navel and again leaned to work on her pussy. But just as I leaned in, ready to continue, there was a loud knock on the door. “Madam! Is everything okay in there?” We froze, terror shooting through both of us. The moment shattered like glass.
I stood quickly, backing away as the reality of where we were hit us both like a wave. Her eyes filled with panic. She quickly grabbed her bra, fumbling to put it back on, and said, “It’s okay.” After we heard footsteps getting far, “Please, don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice filled with desperation. “I don’t want this to end.”
But the moment was gone, and the thrill of being caught looming too large now was gone. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice hoarse with regret. “We can’t.” Tears welled in her eyes as she finished dressing, the sadness clear on her face. She gave me one last look before slipping out of the trial room, leaving me standing there.
My heart was pounding, and my body aching with unfulfilled desire. We left the store separately, the silence between us heavy with what could have been. As we drove back from the store, our silence was thick. She finally broke it, her voice soft but full of meaning. “My husband’s leaving for a seven-day business trip tonight,” she said. Her lips curled into a small smile.
I didn’t say anything right away, but my pulse quickened. Seven days. It was all the time we needed. A week to explore the tension brewing between us. The unspoken words and forbidden desires. “Drop me at the beauty parlor before we head home,” she said, her voice casual, but her eyes said so much more.
I nodded, and after two hours, she returned, glowing from head to toe. Her skin looked radiant, and her hair styled perfectly. Her freshly applied perfume filled the car as she slid back into the passenger seat. The energy between us increased as we headed home.
But we kept silent, let the tension simmer. Back at home, she started cooking mutton. Her movements were smooth and graceful, though now and then, our eyes would meet across the kitchen. Each glance was a reminder of what was to come.
As she prepared dinner, her husband was busy packing for his trip, unaware of the storm swirling beneath the surface. Later, after dinner, we prepared to go to the airport. She emerged from the bedroom, dressed to accompany her husband to the airport. She looked like a vision—a model stepping off a runway.
Her sleeveless blouse clung to her in all the right places. The tightness of her bra lifting and holding her breasts in a way that made it hard for me to look away. The red lipstick on her full lips and the dark kajal lining her eyes only added to her allure. Making her look more seductive than ever.
Her sari was transparent, leaving little to the imagination. Through the sheer fabric, her cleavage was visible. Both breasts were pushed tightly together by the confines of her bra. It was impossible not to notice how they moved with each step. Her every breath caused the fabric to rise and fall slightly.
I felt my throat tighten as we drove to the airport, stealing glances at her while her husband sat clueless beside her. My mind was racing, imagining what would happen once he was out of the picture. Her husband was about to head for the boarding gate at the airport. But she leaned in to whisper something to him.
He called me over. “Drop her at her friend’s place after this,” he said, “She’s feeling bored, and she’ll stay there for a couple of days.” And he called his father as well.” I nodded, hiding my frustration. As they said their goodbyes, she kissed him softly on the lips.
That kiss sent a wave of jealousy crashing through me. My fists clenched around the steering wheel, but I kept my composure. Inside, I was boiling. She knew what she was doing, and it was driving me crazy. After waving goodbye, we returned to the car, the quiet tension between us now palpable.
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