Previous Part: Breaking Boundaries with My Team Lead
Hi, All. Continuing from the first part, here we were with conflicting emotions filled with lust and desire. Slowly, I began to unbutton Sowmya’s shirt. My eyes fixed on her face, searching for any hint of hesitation. But there was none. Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of anticipation and desire.
She, too, seemed intoxicated by lust. I finally unbuttoned her white shirt which revealed her matching bra beneath; I couldn’t help but admire her beauty. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.
“This feels surreal,” she whispered, her voice full of wonder. “I never imagined you and I would be here like this.”
I leaned in, my voice soft as I asked, “Are you comfortable?”
“You’re making me too comfortable,” she replied with a smile, leaning in until our lips met again.
Lowering myself to my knees, I gently wrapped my arms around her hips, pressing my lips to her navel. My tongue traced slow, delicate circles around her skin. Each movement was meant to bring her pleasure without overwhelming her. “How does it feel?” I asked, looking up at her.
“It feels like heaven,” she breathed, her voice laced with both surprise and satisfaction. Encouraged by her response, I moved upwards, pressing soft kisses over her bra-covered breasts. I was savouring each moment as I held her close. I didn’t want to rush. I wanted her to feel cherished, not just desired.
As my lips brushed her neck, I carefully unhooked her bra. I knew how vulnerable it was to bare yourself to someone, and I wanted her to know she was safe in my arms in every possible way. Sowmya gave a gentle sigh as I unhooked her bra.
The unexpectedness of the moment clearly hit her. “Are you okay, baby?” I asked, my voice tender and concerned. She took a shaky breath, her eyes half-open as she nodded slowly. The reality of the situation seemed to be sinking in. I could sense the mix of emotions she was experiencing.
I noticed her navel muscles tightening in anticipation as I lowered my lips to her breasts. Her nipples were erect, her areolas a warm brown against her skin. With my hands gently caressing her back, I began to kiss and suck her nipples, tracing delicate circles with the tip of my tongue.
Her body trembled with each touch, and soft, tremulous moans escaped her lips. “Do you like it, darling? Does this feel good?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. Breathing heavily, her mouth slightly open in a silent expression of pleasure. She managed to nod, her eyes locked on mine.
I noticed Sowmya’s muscles tensing, her navel tightening. Her buttocks clenched as her breaths grew heavier, and her eyes fluttered closed. I could sense a mix of emotions within her. Was it pure pleasure, or was she feeling uncomfortable?
Gently, I placed a tender kiss on her lips and embraced her, feeling the softness of her breasts against my chest. “Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” I asked, my voice soothing and concerned. “We can stop if you’re uncomfortable.” Sowmya took deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
Finally, she managed to speak. “It’s just overwhelming. I’m enjoying it, but it’s more intense than I ever imagined.” I pressed another kiss to her lips, my voice filled with warmth. “Sowmya, it’s you who is special.” Seeing Sowmya now, feeling her tremors, I drew parallels between her experience and mine.
Was she feeling as vulnerable and exposed as I had? The intensity of her responses mirrored my first-time anxiety. It struck me how raw and genuine this moment was for her. I kept wondering what was going through in her mind?
Was she questioning whether she was truly ready for this? Or was the pleasure simply too overwhelming? Her body responded to my touch, and I could see the mixture of trust and uncertainty in her eyes.
Sowmya still had her trousers on. I realized that being fully clothed might only add to her discomfort. I quickly removed my T-shirt and unzipped my pants. My erection was evident beneath my underwear. As I undressed, I noticed Sowmya’s tension escalating.
Her breathing grew heavy, and she began to tremble. It made my heart ache with worry. I couldn’t shake the gnawing doubt that maybe I was pushing her too far. “Am I crossing a line?” I questioned myself, anxiety tightening around my chest.
I needed to be sure that Sowmya was comfortable and not overwhelmed. “Are you okay, darling? We can stop this right now if you want,” I asked, my voice filled with genuine concern. Sowmya’s eyes were half-closed, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue.
Her breaths came in short, heavy gasps. She shifted slightly, her body arching towards me. She looked at me, “Sandesh, I’m just,” she said, her voice breathy. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s more intense than I imagined, but it feels so right with you.”
As she spoke, her hands reached out to touch my shoulders, pulling me closer. Her fingers were gripping me with a mix of urgency and need. “I’m really excited, and I want this,” she continued, her gaze locking onto mine with a fierce determination.
“Please don’t stop. I trust you completely, and I’m enjoying every moment with you.” Her body pressed against mine, and she leaned in. “Just take me” she whispered. Sowmya was still wearing her trousers, the last barrier between her and complete vulnerability.
I could sense her nervous anticipation and excitement. From my own first time, I knew how daunting it could be the intense vulnerability of being completely exposed. It’s a moment in which nothing can truly prepare you. The experience of being touched in places that have never been touched before.
This was uncharted territory for her. I just wondered how Sowmya, who’s always so commanding at work, had completely surrendered to me in this moment. The confident boss was now completely exposed and vulnerable, trusting me in a way she never had before.
She let go of her usual control, allowing herself to be entirely open and raw. The contrast between her professional demeanour. Her current state of surrender was palpable. Nevertheless, I continued, slowly unbuttoning her trousers and sliding them down.
She wore black underwear, and a noticeable wet patch revealed her arousal. Her breaths came in shallow, rapid bursts. Her body tense, and the muscles in her thighs and abdomen taut with anticipation. Her eyes were half-closed, cheeks flushed, and lips slightly parted.
“Sowmya, I’m here with you,” I reassured her softly. Kneeling on the floor in front of her, I traced my fingers around her knees and thighs, planting gentle kisses on her inner thighs. As I drew closer to her underwear, I noticed her legs shaking and her breathing becoming more laboured.
She was clearly enjoying it, guiding my head toward her groin with a firm grip. Taking the lead, I pressed a soft kiss against her underwear, tracing the edges with the tip of my lips. I got back on my feet and embraced Sowmya, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “Sowmya, don’t worry. This is going to be just fine.”
As I spoke, I slowly began to slide down her underwear. This was the last barrier, and it was clear that Sowmya hadn’t anticipated this step. She clung to me, wrapping her arms around me as if to shield herself from my gaze. I pressed a gentle, reassuring kiss to her lips and then looked into her eyes.
“Are you ready, darling?” I asked softly, “Yes, I’m ready.” she replied, her voice trembling. Sowmya, with her hands still trembling, she removed my underwear. Her eyes widened as she saw my penis. She was holding a penis for the first time in her life. I had cleanly shaven recently.
To my surprise Sowmya too was cleanly shaven. “You have shaved,” I exclaimed. “What do you think? Virgin women don’t groom? We, too, groom for comfort and cleanliness, just like everyone else,” she replied. I had not thought of it in that aspect.
In a last dance of intimacy, I proceeded to kiss Sowmya all over her body. I could sense that Sowmya’s nerves had settled in. Now that we both were naked, the initial inhibitions were slowly fading away. She seemed much more excited now rather than tensed.
We exchanged passionate kisses all over each other’s bodies. I alternated between kissing, sucking and licking Sowmya’s body. The touch of her skin against my tongue felt wonderful. I wanted to make this moment as special as possible for Sowmya, so I approached it with gentle care.
I began by softly exploring her inner thighs, letting my touch be slow and deliberate. My kisses and licks travelled from her knees to her groin, ending with a tender kiss on her vaginal lips. I varied my touch with each movement, alternating between soft kisses and gentle licks.
Sowmya’s response was palpable. She trembled with each new touch, her body reacting to the different ways I was exploring her. As I continued, I also gently circled and squeezed her nipples, adding to the waves of pleasure she was experiencing.
Sowmya’s breathing became quick and shallow, followed by soft, ragged gasps as she savoured each touch. Her muscles, especially in her thighs and abdomen, tensed and occasionally quivered. Sowmya’s movements became more fluid and intuitive.
She arched her body towards me and shifted her hips to guide the pleasure. Soft moans and sighs escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, occasionally peeking open with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. Finally, I guided Sowmya to lie down on the conference table.
Being her first time, I felt she would be more comfortable in a missionary position. It was a huge table. She lay there with her hair in disarray and her face smeared with lipstick and mascara. I, too, got on top of the table.
I gently pushed her hair back behind her ears and positioned myself on top of her in the missionary position. I kissed her lips softly and intertwined my fingers with hers. “People say the first time is painful,” she whispered.
“No, darling,” I reassured her. “We’ll take it slow. Stop me anytime if it hurts.”
We were both well-lubricated, so I knew it wouldn’t be too painful. Slowly and carefully, I guided my penis inside her. She let out a soft gasp as I entered her.
“Are you okay, darling? Did it hurt?” I asked gently.
Her eyes were half-closed. “That felt incredible. I’m yours,” she replied, her voice barely audible.
As the passion between us grew, I continued to move slowly. Sowmya’s breaths came faster, her body responding eagerly to each movement. I could feel her hands gripping mine more tightly, her eyes fluttering closed as pleasure overwhelmed her.
“Are you okay?” I asked softly.
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling with emotion. “It feels incredible. I never knew this was so good.”
With every thrust, our bodies moved in harmony, our connection deepening with each passing moment. I could feel Sowmya’s pleasure building, her moans growing louder as she reached the edge of ecstasy. Her nails dug into my hands, and her body arched towards me, seeking more.
Finally, I was ready to cum. I could feel the intensity reaching its zenith. Our movements became more urgent, driven by the overwhelming desire to give and receive pleasure. When we reached the climax, it was a powerful, shared release.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, I gently held her close, our bodies entwined. “That was incredible,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe and affection. Sowmya, still catching her breath, nodded with a soft smile, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
We were both in each other’s arms, soaking in what had just transpired. “I enjoyed it more than I imagined I would,” she whispered. “I hadn’t known before. I didn’t know it could be like that.” she declared.
Sleeping next to me, Sowmya was playing with my body absentmindedly, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin. I could feel her hesitance, the pause in her breath before she spoke. “I wanted to wait,” she said quietly, almost as if she’s thinking aloud.
Her voice was soft and thoughtful. “Not for anything particular, really. I guess I just needed to feel like it was right.” She let out a small, nervous laugh, her fingertips brushing over my arm. “It wasn’t about fear or some big ideal. I just never found someone who made me feel safe enough, comfortable enough until now.” She glanced at me.
I held her close, feeling her warmth against me. She looked up with a soft smile, her eyes reflecting both relief and joy. “I really enjoyed this,” she said, her voice gentle but sincere. “I’m so glad it was with you. You made me feel safe and valued, and that means a lot to me.”
Her words, filled with gratitude, made my heart swell. This appreciation was much more valuable than any of the appreciation emails she had ever sent. Hope you like the story. For any feedback, comments or suggestions, please write to [email protected].