Hello, my name is Rocky, and I am about to share the steamy tale of my HR manager, Ruchika, and how our professional relationship grew into an intense, passionate affair that neither of us could resist.
Ruchika is a woman of exotic beauty, with her dark, sun-kissed skin and a body that could make any man’s heart race – 36-30-36 curves that filled out her clothes in all the right ways. She had a pair of piercing eyes that could see right through you and a set of luscious, full lips that seemed to always be on the verge of a secret smile. Her breasts, a perfect handful, were crowned with dark, erect nipples that stood at attention even through the fabric of her blouse. Her hips swayed with an alluring grace as she walked, hinting at the round, plump ass that I often found myself stealing glances at. Her vagina, when I later had the pleasure of seeing it, was a delicate pink and surprisingly tight, despite her being a mother.
On our first day at work, I noticed the delicate toe-ring adorning her foot and immediately assumed she was married. But as fate would have it, we grew closer, and she confided in me that she was a single mother, her husband having abandoned her. The pain of her past made her all the more irresistible, and I found myself eager to offer her the comfort she seemed to crave.
Our friendship grew as we shared lunches and breaks together. I helped her find a place to stay near the office, which led to us commuting together and spending more time outside of work. We’d visit nearby bakeries and malls, our bond deepening with every shared laugh and whispered secret. It was during these outings that she’d sometimes get sad, watching other happy couples. She’d look at me with a wistfulness that made me want to wrap her in my arms and never let go.
One night, she texted me, asking to meet for a walk. When I arrived at her room, she was wearing a skimpy tank top and a pair of shorts that barely covered her. The sight of her in such casual attire made my heart pound in my chest, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was testing the waters of our friendship. She led me outside, and we strolled in the cool night air, her hand in mine, her breasts pressing against my arm with every step.
As we talked, she grew bolder, asking me directly about my feelings for her. “Don’t you love me, Rocky?” she whispered. I tried to play it cool, but the truth was, I was falling for her. “What do you mean?” I asked, playing dumb. She looked up at me with those dark, soulful eyes and said, “Why do you hold me like that if you don’t love me?”
I pulled her into a tight embrace, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. “You’re married,” I protested weakly. She replied, “My husband left me. Can’t you love me now?” I was torn between my desire for her and the guilt that threatened to consume me. But the way she looked at me, the desperation in her voice, made me want to give in.
“I love you,” she confessed, and my world stopped spinning for a moment. “I want you.”
Our relationship grew more intimate after that. We began acting like a couple in public, and she started asking for my opinions on her outfits, sometimes even changing in front of me. The day she asked me to take her on a weekend getaway, I knew she had something special in mind.
We drove to Coorg in her car, the wind playing with her hair as she leaned on me, her hand resting on my thigh. She wore a sleeveless top that revealed the smooth, golden skin of her arms, and shorts that hugged her curvaceous ass. I could feel my cock stiffen just thinking about the night ahead.
When we arrived at the resort, she had booked the room in both our names as Mr. and Mrs. Rocky. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. She was playing a dangerous game, but I was too far gone to care. That evening, she emerged from our room dressed like a goddess in a red gown that clung to her body. She led me to the couples’ dance floor, where we swayed to the rhythm of love songs, her soft curves pressed against me, her breath warm on my neck.
As we danced, I couldn’t help but let my hands wander down to her firm, round ass, feeling the heat of her through the fabric. She looked up at me with a seductive smile, and I knew that tonight was the night she’d been hinting at for weeks. Back in our room, she lay on top of me, her body moving in a tantalizing rhythm that made my cock throb. Her mouth found mine, and our tongues danced together as passionately as our bodies had on the dance floor.
Her hand reached down to stroke me gently, and I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped my lips. She took it as an invitation to go further, unbuttoning my pants and freeing my hard, eager cock. She took it in her mouth, her soft, wet tongue circling the tip before sliding down to the base. I threaded my fingers through her hair, guiding her as she pleasured me, her eyes never leaving mine. The sight of her, dressed in just her panties and bra, her full breasts heaving with every bob of her head, was almost too much to handle.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her up, and she straddled me, her wet, tight pussy hovering just above my cock. She leaned in to kiss me, and I could taste myself on her lips—a heady, erotic flavor that only heightened my desire. “I want you,” she whispered, and with one swift motion, she impaled herself on my shaft, her walls gripping me like a velvet vise.
Our bodies moved in perfect sync, our hips grinding together as we sought the ultimate release. Her breasts bounced in front of me, and I took one of her hard, dark nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting until she cried out. She leaned back, giving me full access to her body, and I took the opportunity to explore every inch of her.
As she rode me, I slid a finger into her tight ass hole, and she gasped. She was so wet, so ready, that my finger slipped in easily. She began to move faster, her moans growing louder with each stroke. I felt her pussy tighten around me, and I knew she was close. “Cum for me,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire.
Her eyes rolled back, and she threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she came, her pussy spasming around my dick. I couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded inside her, filling her up with my hot cum. We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies entwined, our hearts racing.
The weekend passed in a blur of passion and pleasure, each encounter more intense than the last. We explored every inch of each other’s bodies, pushing boundaries and discovering new ways to make each other moan. Her tight, wet cunt was heaven on earth, and I was lost in the feeling of being inside her.
On the last night, she lay on her back, her legs spread wide, begging me to take her again. I positioned myself between her thighs, my cock slick with her juices. I pushed into her slowly, savoring every inch, watching as her pussy swallowed me whole. Her nails dug into my back as I picked up the pace, her moans filling the room.
“Deeper,” she begged, her eyes glazed over with lust. “Harder, Rocky. I want all of you.” And so I gave it to her, pounding into her until she screamed my name, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
As we lay there, exhausted and satisfied, she whispered, “I don’t ever want to leave this place.” And for a brief, glorious moment, I didn’t either. But reality was waiting for us back in Bangalore, and we both knew that our secret love affair could never be anything more than a stolen weekend in Coorg.
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