I’m Sanjay, a 6-foot-tall guy from Mangalore with an athletic build honed by early morning jogs and regular workouts. My job often takes me on business trips. While most of them are routine, there was one particular trip to Bangalore that became unforgettable.
The reason? Kavya. Kavya and I had known each other for a while. We worked in the same company, often collaborating on projects and catching up over coffee. She wasn’t just another colleague—she was sharp, ambitious, self-made and confident.
She was effortlessly alluring, a woman who didn’t need fancy clothes or makeup to turn heads. She carried herself with quiet confidence, was sharp-witted, and was always in control. She knew exactly what kind of effect she had on people—but never made a big deal about it.
She always wore jeans and a T-shirt, a look that should have been simple, but on her, it was anything but. The soft fabric of her T-shirt clung to her body just right, hinting at the curves beneath. Her jeans, snug in all the right places, made it impossible not to steal glances when she walked past.
She never seemed to care about dressing up, which made her more irresistible. She didn’t need to try like she was completely comfortable in her skin. Her deep brown eyes held something unreadable, a quiet intensity mixed with just a hint of mischief. There was always something playful in her gaze.
Her long, dark hair usually fell in soft waves over her shoulders. Sometimes tucked behind her ear when she was focused. When she stretched absentmindedly after hours of work, lifting her arms, making her T-shirt ride up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin. It took everything in me not to stare.
There was something about Kavya that made her impossible to ignore. Maybe it was how she carried herself as if she didn’t owe anyone an explanation. Maybe it was how she bit her lip when she was deep in thought, Or maybe it was how she would glance at me sometimes—like she knew what I was thinking.
Even before that night, before we were alone, and before the tension between us snapped. I had already wanted her. It was 08:00 PM, and the office felt different that night. The usual buzz of ringing phones and clicking keyboards had long since faded, leaving only the hum of the air-conditioning.
Kavya sat across from me. Her elbow rested on the desk as she scrolled through her laptop, deep in thought. I should have been working too, but my focus kept slipping—because of her. She stretched again, arching her back slightly, arms reaching high above her head.
Her T-shirt lifted just enough to reveal the smooth curve of her waist, a glimpse of skin that made my throat dry. She let out a soft sigh as she relaxed back into her chair, unaware of what she was doing to me.
I forced myself to look back at my screen, typing a few meaningless words into my document. But then she spoke.
“You always get this serious look when you’re trying to concentrate,” she said, amusement lacing her voice.
I glanced at her. “And you always find ways to distract me.”
She smirked. “Do I?”
She tapped a pen against her lips, tilting her head as she studied me. “You’ve been stealing glances at me all evening.”
I scoffed, leaning back in my chair. “Says the one who keeps stretching like a damn cat in front of me.”
Her laugh was soft but knowing. “Maybe I’m just comfortable.”
She leaned closer, pretending to look at my screen, but her arm brushed against mine. A slow, deliberate touch. My body went still, hyper-aware of how close she was, of the warmth of her skin against mine.
“This is all wrong,” she murmured, tapping my laptop.
My pulse kicked up. “What?”
She turned her head slightly, and suddenly, we were inches apart. Her breath was warm against my cheek, her lips slightly too close.
“Your numbers. Your formatting is a mess.”
I exhaled, shaking my head. “You’re impossible.”
She grinned, biting her lip. “And yet, here you are. Still distracted.”
I could still feel the ghost of her touch on my arm, the warmth of her foot against mine. Every moment, every accidental brush, every lingering look—it all felt deliberate now. And yet, neither of us moved. Not yet. One moment, we were working, well, pretending to—and the next, everything flickered.
The overhead lights blinked twice before shutting off completely. The faint hum of the air-conditioning died, leaving behind an eerie silence.
Kavya let out a soft laugh in the darkness. “Great. Just when we were making progress.”
I glanced at her, barely able to make out her silhouette in the dim glow of our screens. “Sure, progress. That’s what we were doing.”
She nudged my leg under the table. “Shut up.”
For a moment, neither of us moved. The world outside the office felt distant, the city lights barely seeping through the windows. The space between us felt even smaller in this sudden, unexpected darkness.
Then, her voice, softer now. “So, what do we do?”
I checked my phone. “We could wait it out. Or…” I hesitated.
She leaned forward slightly. “Or?”
“Or we could return to the hotel and finish working there.”
Silence stretched for a second. Then, she let out a breath. “Yeah. Probably a better idea than sitting here in the dark.”
Neither of us said it, but we felt it—the shift. This night wasn’t ending the way it was supposed to. We packed our things, grabbed our laptops, and headed into the warm night air. But the tension in the office didn’t disappear. If anything, it only followed us.
In the quiet of the car ride, as streetlights flashed past and Kavya sat beside me, fingers absentmindedly tapping against her knee, I knew. This night wasn’t over yet. The hotel room was simple—just a desk, a couch, and a large bed in the centre. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was quite private.
Kavya tossed her bag onto the chair and stretched again, rolling her shoulders. “Okay, let’s get some work done this time.”
I smirked, setting my laptop down. “You say that like it’s my fault we got distracted.”
She shot me a knowing look. “Oh, it was your fault.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Really? You were the one stretching every five minutes, showing off.”
She scoffed. “Please. Like you weren’t staring.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “You like that, don’t you?”
She met my gaze. Her smirk softened, her lips parting slightly as she considered her response. Then, slowly, she stepped closer, her fingers lightly brushing against my arm as she passed by.
“Maybe,” she murmured, settling onto the couch.
I watched her. She crossed her legs and leaned back just enough to challenge me. She was playing a game, and I was more than willing to play. Kavya leaned back against the couch, her laptop resting on her thighs. The screen’s glow lit up her face, highlighting the curve of her lips.
The way her lashes fluttered when she blinked. I settled at the desk, opening my laptop, pretending to type. But my eyes kept drifting toward her. She must have noticed.
“You keep looking at me,” she murmured without glancing up.
I smirked. “You keep giving me reasons to.”
She chuckled softly, shifting slightly, her T-shirt riding up just a fraction as she stretched her legs out. My gaze flickered down for a second, but she caught it.
“Busted,” she teased.
I exhaled, shaking my head. “You like testing me, don’t you?”
She tilted her head, considering. Then, she uncrossed her legs, slowly recrossing them, the movement deliberate. “Maybe.”
The space between us felt smaller now, the teasing heavier, the silence charged with something unspoken.
And yet, we both pretended nothing had changed. The air between us grew thicker with every passing second. Kavya’s fingers absently traced the edge of her laptop, her lips curving into a knowing smirk. I could see it in her eyes—she was enjoying this.
The way she was stringing me along, testing the limits of how much tension we could handle before one of us finally broke.
I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. “You’re playing with fire.”
She glanced at me, tilting her head. “Am I?”
I stood up, walking towards her, slow and deliberate. She didn’t move, didn’t shrink back. If anything, she looked up at me with something dangerously close to anticipation. I reached for her laptop, plucking it from her lap and setting it on the table beside us.
Her breath hitched just slightly. “Are we still pretending to work?” I murmured. She didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, she lifted her gaze to mine, her fingers grazing the hem of her T-shirt as if daring me to make the next move. So I did. I reached out, trailing a finger along her wrist.
Watching as her lips parted ever so slightly. The air between us pulsed with heat, the teasing no longer just playful but something deeper, something more inevitable. This wasn’t just a game anymore. This was the moment everything changed. The space between us felt almost electric.
Every breath, every movement charged with something neither of us could ignore anymore. My fingers lingered on her wrist. She wasn’t pulling away, but she wasn’t leaning in yet. Kavya’s chest rose and fell in slow, measured breaths. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them—nervous, expectant.
I could see it in her eyes. The moment. The hesitation. I traced my fingers up her arm, slow, deliberate. She shivered under my touch, but still, she held back, her body tight with restraint.
“Say it,” I murmured.
Her breath hitched. “Say what?”
I leaned in just enough to feel the warmth of her breath. “That you want this.”
The silence stretched, heavy, unbearable.
It wasn’t about romance or logic or even desire in the usual sense. It was about the ache deep inside us, the desperate need to lose ourselves—just for a while. To forget everything else, to silence the noise, to feel.
Then, finally, she exhaled, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I do.”
And just like that—we stopped holding back. The second the words left her lips, something snapped. We didn’t wait—we couldn’t. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her toward me in a way that left no room for second thoughts. Kavya gasped, her fingers clutching at my shirt.
Our bodies collided, the tension simmering between us. Finally, breaking into something raw and uncontrollable. Our mouths crashed together, heat and urgency overtaking everything else. Her fingers tangled in my hair, nails scraping lightly against my scalp.
She pressed against me as if she’d been holding back just as much as I had. There was no more teasing now—no more playful restraint. This was hunger. This was inevitable. The hotel room around us blurred into nothing. The only thing that existed was the feeling of her body against mine.
She melted into me, and her breath hitched every time my hands roamed lower. Kavya barely had time to breathe before I guided her backwards onto the couch. My hands were firm on her waist. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin.
The tension holding us back is now completely shattered. I kissed her again, slower this time. My hands explored, mapping every inch of her like I had all the time. She arched into me, her body already responding as if she’d been waiting for this for far too long.
But I wasn’t in a rush anymore. I wanted to take my time. I trailed kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat. I continued lower, my lips brushing against her collarbone, then the curve of her boobs. I traced a slow path with my tongue.
I was savouring the way she shivered beneath me. I reached her navel, kissing her over her T-shirt, her fingers tightening in my hair. “You’re teasing,” she whispered, her voice thick with need.
I looked up at her, smirking. “Maybe.”
But we both knew—I wasn’t stopping now.
I slid my hands inside her T-shirt, gently squeezing her boobs and circling her nipples. I could feel the contours of her bra. I moved down further, kissing her over her navel, alternating between kissing and sucking her boobs and navel. I reached for her inner thighs and kissed her over her jeans.
I hurriedly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down her jeans, exposing her red panty. I started kissing her legs, sucking them, licking them and smooching them. I started tracing patterns with my tongue over her inner thighs. As my lips trailed along her thighs, a shiver rippled through her.
Her skin broke into goosebumps under my touch. Her breath hitched, then spilt out in a soft, uneven sigh, her chest rising and falling in shallow waves. Every kiss sent a spark racing through her, pooling deep in her core. She shifted slightly. Her hips arching instinctively, drawn toward the heat of my mouth.
The moment my lips met her panty, a sharp gasp tore from her throat. Kavya’s fingers clenched in my hair. I groaned against her skin, relishing the way she reacted, the way she melted under my touch. I started slow, teasing, my tongue tracing delicate patterns, coaxing her into deeper desperation.
She let out a shaky breath, her thighs trembling slightly. I held her in place, making sure she had nowhere to escape—not that she wanted to.
“Oh, f—” Her words cut off in a breathy moan, her hips rolling forward, seeking more.
I smirked against her, loving how quickly her composure unravelled.
I flicked my tongue, slow and deliberate, testing her reactions, feeling her body tense beneath me. Then, I sucked lightly over her panty, sending a shudder through her. She was gripping me tighter now, her back arching, her breath coming in short, uneven pants.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, voice wrecked, her need undeniable.
I slipped my hands under her thighs, spreading her open, holding her exactly where I wanted her. The control, the way she surrendered to me so completely, only fueled my hunger. I worked her over, alternating between soft strokes and firm pressure.
I was keeping her on the edge, making her body tremble beneath my touch.
“Please,” she whimpered, her voice barely more than a breath.
I looked up, locking eyes with her, watching as she came undone.
Her thighs clenched around my head, her body writhing, completely lost in the sensation. I held her through it, kissing her softly, murmuring against her skin as she trembled, as she gasped for breath, as she came down from the high. When she finally relaxed, her fingers still tangled in my hair.
She let out a shaky laugh. “That was…”
I grinned, pressing one last kiss against her thigh before moving up to capture her lips again. “That was just the beginning.”
I traced slow, deliberate kisses along the inside of her thigh, my lips just barely grazing her heated skin. Kavya’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened in my hair as she arched toward me, silently asking for more.
I smirked against her thigh, teasing. “Patience,” I murmured, my voice husky.
My fingers slid up, brushing against the edge of her red panty, feeling the soft lace against my fingertips. I hooked a finger beneath the delicate fabric, tugging ever so slightly, watching her shivering in anticipation. The room felt warmer, the air thick with the scent of her arousal.
I kissed just above the waistband, my breath hot against her skin. “Let me see you,” I whispered, my voice laced with hunger. Slowly, deliberately, I tugged the fabric downward, inch by inch, dragging it along her thighs, savouring every second. Her hips lifted instinctively.
She was eager to rid herself of the last barrier between us. I let my fingers graze along her skin. I pulled them down, trailing light touches along the path, feeling how her body responded to every movement. As the lace slid down her legs, I kissed the newly exposed skin, worshipping every inch.
I took my time, enjoying the sight of her bare before me, the way she trembled under my touch, completely open, completely mine. I tossed the panty aside, my gaze locking onto hers. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. Her lips parted, her eyes dark with need.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, running my hands up her thighs, settling between them.
I lowered my mouth to her to make her forget everything. I positioned myself between Kavya’s legs as she lay on the bed. Her body trembled with anticipation. My hands gently held her thighs apart. I lowered my mouth to her. Pressing soft, teasing kisses against her inner thighs before reaching her core.
The warmth of her skin and the intoxicating scent of her arousal fueled my desire. I flicked my tongue over her slick folds, tasting her completely. A sharp gasp escaped her lips. Her fingers gripped the sheets. I sealed my lips around her, sucking gently before deepening the pressure.
Her body arched toward me, instinctively seeking more. Her breath comes in soft, uneven moans. I took my time, licking and sucking with slow, deliberate strokes, feeling her tremble beneath me. She was surrendering to the waves of pleasure I was giving her.
I continued licking, sucking, and kissing Kavya’s pussy, completely lost in the intoxicating warmth of her body. My tongue glided over her folds, tracing slow, deliberate patterns before flicking against her most sensitive spot. Each time I sucked gently, a moan escaped her lips.
Her body responded instinctively to my touch. I could feel her thighs trembling beneath my hands. I held her in place, savouring every gasp, every movement she made. She gripped the sheets tightly, her fingers curling as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
Every flick of my tongue, every deep, lingering suck, sent shivers up her spine. Her body arched toward me, desperate for more. She was completely lost in the pleasure, her mind clouded with blis. Her body melted beneath me.
I continued worshipping her with my mouth, taking my time, giving her everything she craved. As the pleasure built inside her, Kavya’s breathless moans filled the room. Her fingers tightened in my hair. Her voice trembled, soft and desperate between gasps.
“Oh… my God…” she whimpered, her hips rolling slightly against my mouth. “Don’t stop… please… that feels so good…”
Her thighs quivered as I sucked her deeper, and a shuddering moan escaped her lips. “Yes… just like that… ohh… you’re driving me crazy…” she breathed, her voice laced with pleasure.
My mouth moved in slow, deliberate strokes, alternating between licking and sucking, making sure to stay exactly where she needed me most. Sensing her need, I slid my hands up her trembling thighs. Squeezing gently before tracing my fingertips over her hips.
I continued to work my tongue against her. I matched the movement of her body. Letting her guide me with the way she arched and pressed into my mouth. I varied the intensity, teasing her with soft, feather-light kisses before sucking deeply, drawing out a breathless.
“Oh my God… don’t stop…” from her lips. Her thighs quivered as I held her in place, my hands gripping her waist, feeling her body surrender completely. “Right there… just like that…” she whimpered, her hips rolling in sync with my movements.
I kept my pressure steady, never breaking the rhythm, determined to keep her on the edge. My tongue flicked and swirled, my lips sealing around her, sucking with deep, unrelenting devotion. Her breathing became ragged, her body tensing beneath me.
“I’m so close… please… don’t stop!” she cried out, gripping the sheets, lost in the waves of pleasure I was giving her. Sensing her climax approaching, I held her tighter. I kept my movements consistent and did not let up for a second. I was ready to take her over the edge.
I slowly moved upward, my lips trailing soft kisses along her stomach and chest. As I reached for the hem of her t-shirt, I felt her shiver beneath me, her breath still uneven from the pleasure I had just given her. Our eyes met for a brief moment.
I gently lifted the fabric, peeling it off her body inch by inch, revealing her bare skin. She let out a soft gasp as I tossed the T-shirt aside. My hands glide over her warm, exposed skin. I took my time, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her breasts, savouring every reaction.
My tongue flicked out, teasing, tasting, before I sealed my lips around her nipple, sucking gently, drawing a quiet moan from her lips. Her fingers tangled in my hair. I continued, switching between licking, sucking, and kissing. My hands explore her body, making her melt beneath me.
I pressed her bare body against mine, feeling the heat radiate from her skin. Her breath came in soft gasps. I trailed my lips down her neck, tasting the warmth of her desire. My fingers traced slow, teasing circles over her curves. I unhooked her bra, letting it slip away.
Her breasts begged for my touch. I cupped them before taking one into my mouth. My tongue flicked over the hardened peak. She shuddered, her fingers threading through my hair. Pulling me closer as a desperate moan escaped her lips.
My other hand travelled lower, exploring the softness between her thighs. Her legs parted instinctively. Her body surrendered to my touch. I sucked, licked, and bit gently, savouring every reaction, every tremble, every breathy whimper she gave me.
She was completely mine in that moment—bare, vulnerable, and burning with pleasure. I took her soft, swollen peak into my mouth. I let my tongue flick and swirl, savouring the way her body reacted—arching, trembling, begging for more.
My hand trailed down the curve of her waist. The fingertips explored her bare skin. I reached between her thighs, feeling the warmth radiate from her. My fingers traced slow, teasing circles over her slick folds. Rubbing her gently, coaxing more desperate moans from her lips.
She gasped, her hips instinctively pressing forward, seeking more. I sucked harder on her breast. My tongue rolled over the sensitive bud. My fingers found her most sensitive spot, stroking, teasing, sending waves of pleasure through her. Her body melted into mine, lost in the rhythm of my touch.
I cupped her breast in my mouth. My lips seeped around the soft, sensitive flesh as my tongue swirled over her hardened peak. I sucked, licked, and kissed her, savouring the way her body reacted to my every touch.
My fingers traced their way down between her thighs. Finding her wet, aching heat. I pressed my fingertips against her slick folds, rubbing slow, teasing circles over her swollen bud. She gasped, her back arching, pressing herself against my mouth and my hand, desperate for more.
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