Hi All. This is my third story on this site. I am here to recount a personal experience involving me and my team lead Sowmya. I have tried to be honest with myself as I narrate how we both gave in to our desires. I’ve tried to capture the full spectrum of emotions that ran through my mind during that time.
Sowmya was my team lead, my boss. She was a thorough professional when it came to work. I knew very little about her personal life. However, she was my senior since the time I joined the company. Since I have known her for more than 6 years, I had a friendly bond with her.
I was the only one in our company who had the courage and liberty to tease her, disagree with her, and fight with her at times. Sometimes, other team members would ask me to talk to her on their behalf. They were scared of her. When it came to work, she was strict and expected things to be completed on time.
She was authoritative and carried a grace around her. I respected her for her work ethic. Recently, Sowmya was excessively stressed. She had already worked over the past 4 weekends without taking any breaks. She was usually the first one to the office and the last one to leave.
She was working at least 13-14 hours every day. We were working on tight deadlines, and we were supposed to have a client demo in the coming week. This incident happened on a Friday evening. We had a client meeting on Monday, and we were working on the demo.
We were a small team comprising only 4 members. The two juniors had already left, and we were the only 2 left in the office. Ours was a startup, and it was a small office, and everyone had already left. We both were seated in the conference room, thoroughly immersed in our work.
I couldn’t help but notice that Sowmya was not her usual self today. She seemed excessively stressed. It looked like the work was taking a toll on her body, mind and soul. Even though I admired her work ethic, I was getting a little concerned for her as this seemed to be impacting her health.
She was looking tired due to her lack of sleep, and dark circles were forming under her eyes. “You seem so stressed, Sowmya,” I said gently. “You should try to relax.”
“I know,” she replied, her voice carrying a trace of frustration. “I just can’t seem to handle this work pressure.”
“You can’t go on like this. You need a break. You need to take care of yourself,” I told her concerned.
“I know. I am feeling exhausted. I don’t remember when was the last time I had a good sleep, when did I actually enjoy my day” she said, frustrated.
“You know what? You really need to find a boyfriend,” I teased, as I had on many occasions before. Sowmya, seemingly irritated by my childishness, quickly retorted, “Are you available?”
“What if I was?” I replied playfully.
“Then I would dump all this work on you,” she quickly replied, still irritated.
“Maybe it’s not just about finding a boyfriend,” I said, my voice lowering. “Maybe it’s about finding someone who takes care of your needs.” I was still playful and was trying to irritate Sowmya further.
She met my gaze, her expression a mix of surprise and something else, perhaps longing. “And do you think you could be that person?” she asked softly, her voice almost a whisper. Her response took me aback. I was not expecting this from Sowmya.
She was usually serious with me and very professional, but this was completely out of her usual self. The silence between us grew thick with unspoken words. “I don’t know,” she said quietly, almost to herself. I had never seen Sowmya in that light before.
She had always been my team lead, my senior. Someone I looked up to with respect and admiration. I was not even sure if she was joking, serious or just plain frustrated with the work. Her response had totally stumped me. The thought of anything intimate with her had never crossed my mind.
She was a pillar of professionalism and authority. The way she had responded, the vulnerability and longing in her eyes. It made me see her in a completely different way. The dynamics between us shifted from one of professional respect to something much more personal.
“Was she just messing with me? Or was she just frustrated? Or was she looking for some relaxation?” I kept thinking. “Don’t you think I can?” I replied meekly. Sowmya seemed even more surprised by my response. I could sense that something had shifted between us.
Within minutes, our conversation had transitioned from professional discussions to playful banter. Now, into something more charged with sexual tension. It was disorienting, knowing Sowmya for so many years as my lead, someone who had always kept things strictly business.
But now, seeing this side of her made it hard to tell if she was joking or being serious. Lust began to creep in, slowly but surely. I found myself seeing Sowmya in a completely different light. My mind once focused on the tasks and responsibilities of our work.
It now wandered to places I hadn’t allowed it to go before. For the first time, I started to admire her body. The way she carried herself, the subtle curves that I had never noticed before. My eyes lingered a bit too long on her figure. I observed the way her shirt hugged her figure, accentuating her breasts.
It was like seeing her for the first time, with a new awareness that made the air between us feel thicker, more charged. Sowmya seemed to sense the shift in my gaze. Her expression softened from surprise to something more contemplative. There was a brief silence.
We both processed what was happening, neither of us willing to break the moment. The tension hung in the air, thick with possibility. I wasn’t sure if it was the long hours we had been spending together. But something had undeniably changed.
My heart raced as I tried to figure out what to say next, how to navigate this new dynamic between us without ruining everything we had built professionally.
“What happened?” Sowmya asked softly, breaking the silence. Her voice was low, almost as if she were testing the waters.
I hesitated, searching for the right words. “I… I never looked at you this way before,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “But now… I can’t help it. You’re… beautiful.”
Her eyes met mine. For a moment, I could see the vulnerability behind her usual professional exterior. She wasn’t just my lead anymore. She was a woman sitting in front of me, perhaps open to something more. I could feel the pull between us.
An undeniable chemistry that had been there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself. Without thinking, I took a step closer to her. The space between us seemed to shrink, the air around us electric with anticipation.
I reached out, my hand brushing against her arm, testing her reaction. She didn’t pull away. The office was empty. Everyone had already left since it was a Friday evening. We were seated in the conference room. The room was dimly lit.
“Should I kiss her?” I kept thinking. “What is going through her mind? What if she resists? What if she was joking? Am I being dumb or too bold? How will this affect our work?” a lot of thoughts kept racing through my mind.
Mustering some courage, I leaned towards Sowmya and gently pressed my lips against hers. She didn’t seem to hesitate. She was nimble and gentle as our lips met. Encouraged by this, I placed my left hand behind her head, guiding her head towards me.
I placed my hands around her waist, slowly moving towards her breasts.
“You might be my boss at the office, but right now, I’m in charge,” I said with a playful smile. I again moved towards her lips, almost closing my eyes.
As my hands approached her boobs, Sowmya didn’t respond. Instead, her eyes widened slightly, and there was a flicker of panic in her expression.
Noticing her discomfort, I pulled myself back. I lifted her chin with my fingers. “Sowmya, are you okay?” I asked softly.
“No,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
I was worried. “Did I cross a line? Did I make the wrong move? Am I in trouble?” I wondered. Concerned, I asked, “Are you comfortable? What’s wrong, Sowmya? You can tell me.”
She hesitated, her eyes avoiding mine. “It’s just… I’m not sure how to say this.” She took a deep breath and looked directly at me. “I’m a little scared. This is my first time.” she declared.
I was surprised. Sowmya, though she was 33, was not only beautiful but incredibly sexy. I hadn’t expected this revelation at all. Despite my surprise, I knew I needed to tread carefully. Sowmya had just shared something deeply personal. I could see the vulnerability in her eyes.
It was hard for me to believe that she was a virgin. Questions raced through my mind. Had she never had a boyfriend? Was she waiting for the right person? How was she feeling? Did I push too much? Did I make her scared? But I pushed those thoughts aside, realizing that what mattered most was her comfort.
Without a second thought, I gently pulled her into a hug, holding her close. “it’s okay, Sowmya,” I whispered, trying to convey all the reassurance I could through my embrace. I knew this wasn’t easy for Sowmya. By sharing her innermost secret, she had opened her soul to me.
But as I held her, a tinge of guilt began to creep in. I was driven by lust, not love. The realization hit me hard. Sowmya deserved more than what I could offer her at that moment. She deserved someone who truly loved her, who could appreciate the depth of what she had just revealed.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was taking advantage of her trust, and that guilt gnawed at me as I held her close. I shouldn’t be doing this, I kept thinking to myself. I shouldn’t take advantage of Sowmya. As much as I lusted for her, I still respected her.
“This is wrong.” I declared. “You deserve someone better, someone who truly values you,” I said, taking my hands off Sowmya. The words hung in the air. As much as it pained me, I knew it was the right thing to do.
“What do you mean by that?” she asked. “Are you saying I’m not good enough for you?”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” I quickly replied, realizing how my words must have sounded to her. “Sowmya, you’re incredible, and that’s exactly why I said what I did. You deserve someone who…”
Sowmya cut me off. I could see that she was offended, and she looked away, her jaw tight. “So, you think I don’t know what I’m doing? Do you think I can’t handle my own choices?”
“That’s not what I’m saying at all,” I replied, trying to calm the situation. “I just don’t want you to regret this later.”
“Maybe you should let me decide what I’ll regret,” she shot back, her eyes locking onto mine with a fierceness I hadn’t seen before. “I’ve opened up to you, and now you’re insulting me and pushing me away because you think you know what’s best for me?”
I had wanted to do the right thing. But in the process, I had hurt her more than I intended. Sowmya quickly got up and fiercely started walking away from me. I could sense the turmoil Sowmya was going through. Her emotions conflicted, caught between vulnerability and a deep, newly awakened desire.
I had touched something hidden within her, and it left her feeling both exposed and secure in my presence. But I knew Sowmya was extremely stressed. I wasn’t sure if it was the stress driving her decision or if she truly wanted this.
If she did, why with me? Not that I didn’t want this, but did she really like me? Had she always felt this way, or was this just a spontaneous reaction? I couldn’t stop wondering.
“Sowmya…” I stuttered, reaching out to hold her hand.
“First, you flirt with me, and then you push me away. If you wanted to play the good guy, why did you have to do all this? Do you think I am your slut?” Sowmya continued, her frustration spilling out in a rapid rant.
As her words tumbled out, I couldn’t take it anymore. Without thinking, I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close. Before she could finish her sentence, I pressed my lips to hers. Sliding my tongue into her mouth, kissing her with all the passion and urgency that had been building between us.
The kiss was intense as our mouths moved together in perfect rhythm. I could feel the warmth of her breath mingling with mine. Our tongues were exploring each other in an intimate, exploring embrace. Her lips were soft and responsive. I could feel the tremble in her body as our kiss deepened.
We pulled each other closer and the kiss was leaving us both breathless, consumed by the intensity of the moment. I pulled back slightly, panting for breath. I looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice calm but intense. My hands cupped her face gently.
She nodded. “Yes, that was amazing.”
I was overwhelmed with emotions. I had never imagined this would happen between me and Sowmya. After all, Sowmya was 3 years older than me, and she was my lead. But in the last 5 minutes, all the barriers seemed to have broken. The hesitation had disappeared, and the guilt had transpired into lust.
I wanted more of Sowmya. I wrapped my arms around Sowmya’s waist, pulling her gently towards me. Her body felt warm against mine. I began to place delicate kisses along the curve of her neck. I could feel her breath hitch slightly, a subtle sign of her anticipation.
Her skin was soft beneath my lips, still carrying the light scent of her perfume. She was still in her formal attire, the crispness of her shirt contrasting with the warmth of her body. Slowly, I slid my hand inside her shirt, fingertips tracing gentle patterns over the smooth skin of her back.
The sensation of her beneath my touch was intoxicating. I rubbed my hand over her back and waist. I kissed my way up from her shoulders, savouring each moment. Sowmya tilted her head towards my shoulder, a silent invitation that I eagerly accepted.
My lips traced the delicate line of her neck. My tongue brushing lightly against her skin before I began to suck gently, tasting the sweetness of her. “You smell incredible, Sowmya,” I murmured against her skin, my voice barely above a whisper. “How are you feeling?”
She exhaled slowly, her voice soft and filled with warmth. “I’m loving this moment,” she replied. I could feel the sincerity in her words. It was Sowmya’s first time, her first time being touched with such intimacy. I couldn’t stop wondering what was going through her mind.
Was she feeling vulnerable in my arms, or was she enjoying this closeness? Was I making her feel safe, or was there hesitation hidden behind her soft sighs? The memory of my own first time flashed in my mind. The nervousness, the uncertainty, the overwhelming rush of emotions.
I remembered how fragile and exposed I felt. It made me all the more determined to ensure that Sowmya felt nothing but warmth and reassurance at this moment. It was not just about my pleasure. I didn’t want Sowmya to feel violated at any time and wanted her to feel safe with me.
With these thoughts in mind am ending the first part of the story. Hope you liked it. I will continue the rest in the second part. For any feedback, comments or suggestions, please write to [email protected].