“Welcome to the team, Shreya!” Girish said with a smile, extending a hand towards the newcomer. She looked up from her computer, her eyes meeting his with a hint of uncertainty. Her handshake was firm, a stark contrast to the softness of her skin.
The office was a typical IT hub in the bustling heart of Bangalore, a maze of cubicles and buzzing screens. The only constant was the hum of the air conditioning.
Over the next few months, Girish and Shreya grew closer, sharing stories of their personal lives during breaks. Her son, Aryan, was the light of her life, and she talked about him with a warmth that made Girish smile.
Her laugh was infectious. He looked forward to the moments when she’d share tales of her mischievous child.
One evening, after a particularly hectic week, the team decided to unwind at a nearby pub for dinner. The atmosphere was relaxed, the dim lights creating an intimate glow around their table. Shreya’s dark hair cascaded over her shoulders.
The light from the candle on the table danced in her eyes. Girish had never noticed before, but she had a beauty that seemed to deepen with every passing week. The conversation flowed freely, and the drinks didn’t help to keep the tension at bay.
As the night grew later, the colleagues trickled away, leaving just the two of them. The air was thick with the scent of spicy food and the faint aroma of beer. Shreya leaned closer, her full lips curling into a mischievous smile.
“You know, Girish, I never thought I’d find someone to talk to about the… more grown-up aspects of my life at work.” Her gaze was a mix of vulnerability and something else—desire, maybe? Girish felt his heart quicken as he nodded, sipping his drink to ease the sudden dryness in his throat.
“Yeah,” he managed to say, “sometimes you just need a friend who gets it.”
The music grew louder, the rhythm seeping into their bones. The last of their colleagues disappeared into the night. Shreya’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. “Come on,” she urged, grabbing his hand. “Let’s dance.”
Girish felt a thrill rush through him as she led him to the dance floor. The lights flashed in time with the bass, casting an array of colours across her swaying body. Her curves, usually hidden behind her professional attire, were accentuated by the flow of her dress. It clung to her in all the right places.
He admired her as they moved in sync, the whiskey smoothing the edges of his inhibitions. Shreya’s ass swayed with the rhythm. Her movements were fluid and sensual. Girish’s eyes followed her every step. His mind was racing with thoughts he hadn’t allowed himself to entertain before.
The music washed over them, a pulsating wave of desire that seemed to pull them closer together. The beat was intoxicating, and the warmth of her body against his was setting his heart ablaze. Before he could overthink it, his hand hovered over her ass.
The fabric of her dress was a mere barrier between his skin and the softness of her flesh. He watched her for any sign of rejection, but she only leaned back into his touch, her eyes locked on his, a silent invitation. His heart raced as he let his hand rest there, feeling the curve of her body beneath his palm.
The heat of her skin seemed to burn through the material. He swallowed hard, his mind reeling with the sudden intimacy. They danced for what felt like an eternity. Their bodies moved together in a silent conversation of want and need.
Girish’s hand grew bolder. His fingers traced the contours of her ass, exploring the firmness that lay beneath the dress. She responded with a gentle arch of her back, pushing herself closer to him, her breath warm against his neck as she whispered, “You know I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”
Her words sent a shiver down his spine. He knew they had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. Girish’s mind raced as they danced, his thoughts a tumultuous whirl of excitement and fear. He had always considered himself a responsible, respectful colleague.
But the raw attraction that had been simmering between them was now impossible to ignore. The air around them felt charged with electricity. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. They broke away from the dance floor, their movements hastened by the urgency of the moment.
Shreya’s eyes searched the room, and she tugged him gently towards a dimly lit corner, hidden from the view of their colleagues. The music was still a throb in the background. But the space they claimed was a bubble of privacy. Girish’s heart pounded in his chest as they stepped into the shadows.
The anticipation of what was to come was almost unbearable. Her hand found its way to his neck, and she tilted her head up, her lips parting slightly. Girish felt the warmth of her breath against his skin, and he knew it was time. He leaned in, closing the gap between them.
Their lips met in a kiss that was as sweet as it was fiery. Her mouth was soft and inviting, and he felt the gentle pressure of her tongue as it sought entry. He didn’t hesitate, welcoming the intimate dance. They explored each other with an intensity that was both surprising and exhilarating.
The kiss grew deeper, more passionate, their bodies pressed against the cool wall of the dimly lit corner. Girish felt the fullness of her breasts against his chest. His hand naturally moved to cup one, feeling the rapid beat of her heart beneath his palm.
Shreya’s hands were not idle either. They roamed over his back, tracing the lines of his shoulders and down to his waist, pulling him closer as if afraid he might pull away. Their kisses grew more urgent, tongues tangling together in a dance of desire.
Girish could taste the faint hint of mint on her breath and feel the softness of her plump lips as they moved in sync. His other hand found the small of her back, tracing the curve of her waist. His thumb brushed against the exposed skin of her lower back.
A shiver ran through her, and she let out a soft moan that was music to his ears, spurring him on. But after five feverish minutes, reality began to seep back in. They broke away from each other, breathless and flushed. Girish looked into Shreya’s eyes, seeing the same mix of passion and panic reflected there.
They both knew they had crossed a line. The weight of their actions settled heavily on their shoulders. Shreya took a step back, her hand coming up to her lips as if to hold in the intensity of their kiss. “What are we doing?” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the din of the music.
Girish’s eyes searched hers, the lust in his gaze slowly being replaced by concern. “I… I don’t know,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “But I don’t want to stop.”
Shreya bit her lip, her eyes wide with the same yearning that mirrored his own. “Neither do I,” she admitted, her voice a barely audible whisper. But the gravity of their situation was not lost on them. They were colleagues, and this was not the time or place for such an intense encounter.
With trembling hands, she smoothed down her dress, trying to regain a semblance of composure. They returned to their table, their colleagues oblivious to the passion that had just flared between them. The dinner party continued.
The conversations and laughter were a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions churning inside Girish. He couldn’t focus on the food, his mind replaying the feel of her body against his, the taste of her kiss.
Shreya seemed equally distracted. Her eyes often found his, a silent acknowledgement of the line they had crossed. As the dinner wound down and the team began to bid their goodnights, the tension grew. Girish knew that their secret was written all over their faces.
It was a silent confession that could threaten their careers and relationships. But the pull of desire was too strong to ignore. They exchanged glances that promised more than friendship, more than a fleeting office fling. Finally, the last of their colleagues disappeared into the night.
The pub’s lights grew dimmer as the staff began to clear the tables. Girish took a deep breath and looked into Shreya’s eyes. “Let’s go,” he murmured, his voice thick with unspoken intentions. They made their way through the room, the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the walls.
The cool night air hit them like a slap in the face. They stepped out into the parking lot, a stark contrast to the heated passion that still lingered between them. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city.
Girish’s car was parked under a flickering streetlight. They approached it with the awkwardness of teenagers who had gone further than they had ever planned. He held the door open for her. She slid into the passenger seat, her movements slow and deliberate.
The leather seat was cold against her bare legs, a reminder of the reality they were trying to escape. He started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. The tension in the car was palpable. Girish’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel.
He could feel the weight of Shreya’s gaze on him. Her hand rested on her lap, fingers playing with the hem of her dress. The fabric rode up slightly to reveal the smooth skin of her thigh. The sight was too much to ignore, and he reached over, placing his hand on her leg.
Her skin was warm, and she didn’t flinch at his touch. Instead, she placed her hand over his, entwining their fingers in a silent understanding. The drive to her apartment was a blur of neon lights and late-night traffic. Girish’s mind was racing with thoughts of what would happen when they reached her place.
Would they act on the passion that had flared up between them? Would they be able to control it? The anticipation was a potent cocktail, making the journey feel both endless and over too soon.
“Girish,” Shreya spoke up, her voice husky with desire, “we need to talk.”
He nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I know. This… this isn’t right. We’re colleagues.”
Shreya leaned back in the seat, her eyes never leaving his. “But we’re more than that, aren’t we?”
Girish took a deep breath, his mind racing. “Yeah,” he murmured, “we are.” He knew what she meant. Their connection had grown beyond the confines of the office, blurring the lines between professional and personal.
Shreya’s hand slid up his arm, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. “Do you want to come up?” she asked, her voice a seductive whisper. Girish hesitated, the gravity of her question weighing heavily on his mind. He knew that once he stepped into her apartment, there would be no turning back.
“Yes,” he finally replied, the word barely escaping his lips. The tension between them grew as he parked the car and followed her to her floor. The elevator ride was torturously slow, their eyes locked, their bodies aching for the release that was to come.
The door to her apartment clicked shut behind them, and the sudden quiet was deafening. Girish watched as she kicked off her heels and turned to face him, her eyes dark with lust. She stepped closer, her body swaying with a grace that made his heart stumble in his chest.
“Tomorrow,” she whispered, “my husband leaves early for work, and Aryan goes to school. We can both work from home and take a longer lunch break.”
Girish felt his heart pound in his chest. “Are you sure?”
Shreya nodded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she murmured, stepping closer to him.
The apartment was a warm cocoon, the only sound the soft ticking of a clock on the wall. The living room was neatly arranged, with a cosy couch that was already set for the next day’s sex adventures.
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