The air was thick with tension as the monthly competition results were about to be unveiled. I stood by the water cooler, my eyes scanning the office until they landed on her. Smita, a vision in a crisp white blouse and pencil skirt, was leaning against the wall, her eyes holding a familiar challenge.
“Well, Jim, are you ready for another defeat?” Smita’s voice carried a hint of amusement. “Or do you still believe you have a chance at winning this time?”
I straightened my posture, feigning confidence. “Oh, Smita, my dear friend. This time, I assure you, the outcome will be different. I will taste victory.”
She laughed a musical sound that echoed through the quiet office. “Victory? You? That’s rich, Jim. You should know better by now. I always win, and you… you’re just not in my league.”
“We’ll see about that. This month, I have a strategy that will guarantee my success. And when I win, Smita, you and I will have a little… celebration.”
Smita’s eyes narrowed, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “A celebration, hmm? And what would this celebration entail, Jim?”
I took a step closer, lowering my voice. “Let’s just say I have a special reward in mind for the winner. Something that will make the victory even sweeter.”
“Oh, do tell, Jim. I’m all ears.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
“The winner gets to claim a… kiss from the loser. A small token of their triumph.”
Smita’s laughter filled the room, causing a few heads to turn. “A kiss? Is that all? Jim, you’re so predictable. But fine, I accept your little bet. And when I win, I’ll enjoy that kiss, knowing it’s from a sore loser.”
“We’ll see about that, Smita. We’ll see.” I walked away, leaving her smirking, unaware of the surprise fate had in store.
The office buzzed with anticipation as the results were announced. I held my breath, my heart pounding.
“And the winner is… Jim!”
Smita’s eyes widened in disbelief. I couldn’t help but grin, savouring my victory.
“Well, well, Smita. Looks like I won. And now, I believe, I’m entitled to my reward.” I approached her, my heart racing.
She stood there, stunned, her lips parting slightly. “But you can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am. Come on, Smita. It was just a bet. A kiss, that’s all.” I leaned closer, my eyes locking with hers.
She hesitated, then, with a resigned sigh, she whispered, “Fine. But let’s do this during lunch, away from prying eyes.”
“Agreed.” I smiled, my heart pounding with anticipation.
In the dimly lit basement, away from the prying eyes of our colleagues, Smita and I stood face to face. The air crackled with unspoken desire. “So, Jim, here we are.” Smita’s voice was soft, almost breathless. “Are you sure about this?”
I nodded, my eyes never leaving hers. “Yes. This is what we agreed upon. And I intend to collect my prize.”
She took a step closer, her scent enveloping me. “Then, take it.” Our lips met, and the kiss was electric. Smita’s lips were soft and warm, and she tasted of peppermint. I pulled her closer, my hands on her waist, and she responded with a hunger that matched my own.
As the kiss deepened, I felt her hand on my belt, unbuckling it with practised ease. My breath caught as she unzipped my pants, her hand sliding inside.
“Oh, Jim…” she moaned against my mouth, her fingers wrapping around my hardness.
I groaned, my desire spiralling out of control. “Smita, you’re incredible.”
She laughed softly, her breath hot on my neck. “This is just the beginning, Jim. I have so much more to offer.”
I pulled her hand away, taking a step back. “Not here, Smita. After work, my place. We can take our time.”
She bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, Jim, you’re such a tease. But I like it. I’ll see you after work, then.”
As the day drew to a close, I waited for Smita in my apartment, the air heavy with anticipation. The sound of her heels clicking on the hardwood floor announced her arrival.
“Jim, darling, I’m here.” Smita’s voice floated through the air, followed by her silhouette in the doorway.
“Welcome,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Drink?”
“Yes, please.” She sauntered in, her hips swaying. I poured two glasses of wine and handed her one.
“To us,” I said, clinking my glass against hers.
“To victory and pleasure,” she added, her eyes gleaming.
We sipped our drinks, the silence thick with unspoken desire. Smita placed her glass on the table and sat on my lap, her legs straddling my waist.
“Mmm, Jim, you feel good,” she purred, her lips finding mine.
Our kiss was hungry, our tongues dancing. I ran my hands up her thighs beneath her skirt. She moaned, her fingers threading through my hair. “Bedroom,” I managed to say between kisses. She giggled, a playful sound. “Oh, yes, let’s get more comfortable.”
In my bedroom, we undressed each other, our movements urgent yet filled with anticipation. Smita’s black lace bra and blue satin panties accentuated her curves, and my breath caught at the sight.
“You’re stunning, Smita,” I whispered, my eyes roaming her body. She smiled, a sultry expression on her face. “All for you, Jim. I want to make this night unforgettable.”
I gently pushed her onto the bed, my lips trailing down her neck, pausing at the valley between her breasts. Her skin tasted of desire, and she arched into me, her hands gripping the sheets.
“Oh, yes, Jim,” she moaned, her head tossing from side to side.
I unhooked her bra, revealing her full breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. Smita’s back arched off the bed, her hands grasping my hair.
“Ahh… Jim, yes!” she cried out, her body trembling.
My lips travelled down her flat stomach, pausing at her navel before reaching the waistband of her panties. I kissed her through the silk, and she squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Jim, please…” she pleaded, her hands on my head.
I pulled her panties to the side, exposing her glistening folds. “You’re so wet, Smita,” I whispered, my breath hot against her.
“Yes, all for you,” she moaned, her hips lifting off the bed.
I licked her slowly, savouring her taste, and she cried out, her body bucking against my mouth. I teased her clit with my tongue, and she exploded, her cries filling the room.
“Oh, Jim!” she screamed, her body trembling.
I moved up her body, my lips finding hers, sharing her taste. She kissed me fiercely, her hands pulling me closer.
“I want you inside me, Jim,” she whispered, her fingers tracing my length.
I positioned myself between her thighs, my hardness pressing against her entrance. “Are you sure, Smita?”
“Yes, now, Jim, please!” she begged, her eyes wild with desire. I thrust into her, filling her in one smooth motion. Smita cried out, her body adjusting to my size.
“Ahh… yes, Jim, yes!” she moaned, her nails digging into my back.
I began to move, my strokes slow and deep. Smita’s body rose to meet mine, her hips moving in perfect rhythm. “Oh, yes, Jim, faster…” she panted, her breath coming in short gasps.
I obliged, my pace quickening, my body slamming into hers. Smita’s cries filled the room, her pleasure evident. “Yes, yes, YES!” she screamed, her body tensing around me. I felt her climax building, her walls tightening around me.
With one final thrust, I surrendered to my own release, my body shaking.
“Jim!” she cried out, her voice raw.
“Smita!” I groaned, my body collapsing onto hers.
We lay there, entangled in each other, our hearts racing. Smita’s fingers traced patterns on my back, her breath slowly returning to normal.
“That was…” she began, her voice soft.
“Incredible,” I finished, rolling onto my back.
She giggled a satisfied sound. “I’ve never felt so… alive.”
I propped myself on my elbow, looking down at her beautiful face. “You’re incredible, Smita. And I’m not just talking about the kiss.”
She blushed, a rare sight. “You’re not so bad yourself, Jim. I’ve wanted this for a while.”
“Really? I had no idea.” I feigned surprise.
“Oh, Jim, you know how to make a girl feel special.” She smiled, her eyes sparkling.
“And I’m not done yet,” I whispered, my lips finding hers.
As the afternoon sun bathed my bedroom in a warm glow, we lay naked, our bodies intertwined. Smita’s head rested on my chest, her fingers drawing patterns on my skin.
“Jim, I should probably get back,” she said, her voice laced with reluctance.
“Stay,” I whispered, kissing her forehead. “We can order dinner, make a night of it.”
She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, Jim, you’re a temptress. But I can’t. I have to get home before my boyfriend starts wondering.”
“Your boyfriend?” I feigned ignorance.
“Yes, my dear boyfriend. The one I’m cheating on,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
I laughed, a deep rumble in my chest. “Oh, Smita, you’re a wild one. But I won’t judge. I’m just glad you chose me for this sex adventure.”
“I did, didn’t I?” she purred, her hand trailing down my chest. “And I have no regrets.”
I pulled her close, my lips finding hers. “Neither do I, Smita. Neither do I.”
As the sun began its descent, we made love again, our passion reignited. Smita rode me with abandon, her moans filling the room. I held her hips, guiding her movements, our bodies moving as one.
“Oh, Jim, yes, yes!” she cried out, her body trembling.
I thrust up to meet her, my hands squeezing her full breasts. “You’re incredible, Smita. So beautiful.”
She collapsed onto my chest, her breath ragged. “You’re the incredible one, Jim. I’ve never felt this way before.”
I kissed her forehead, my heart filled with a strange mix of emotions. “Stay the night, Smita. Let’s forget about everything else.”
She looked into my eyes, her expression intense. “I wish I could, Jim. But I can’t. Not yet. I have to go back to my life, at least for now.”
“I understand,” I said, my voice heavy with unspoken feelings.
Smita dressed, her movements graceful, and I watched, feeling a pang of longing. “I’ll see you at work, Jim. And remember, this isn’t over,” she said, her voice low.
“It’s never over, Smita. Not for us,” I replied, my eyes holding hers. She blew me a kiss and left, her scent lingering in the air. I lay there, my mind racing, wondering what the future held for us.
The following days at work were filled with stolen glances and secret smiles. Smita and I had shared something special, and it showed in our interactions.
“Jim, that report was brilliant,” she whispered during a team meeting, her eyes sparkling.
“Thank you, Smita. Your input was invaluable,” I replied, my voice low. Our colleagues noticed, their curious glances following us. But we didn’t care. We had our secret, and it bound us together.
“Lunch, Jim?” Smita asked one day, her voice laced with invitation.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I replied, my heart racing.
We sneaked away to the basement, our haven, and kissed with abandon. Our hands roamed, our desire building.
“Jim, I want you again,” she whispered, her breath hot on my neck.
“Smita, I’m yours,” I replied, my voice hoarse.
We made plans to meet after work, our anticipation growing with each passing hour.
That evening, in my apartment, we devoured each other with a hunger that had only intensified. Smita’s lips were like fire on my skin, her touch electric. “Oh, Jim, I’ve missed this,” she moaned, her hands tugging at my shirt.
“As have I, Smita,” I groaned, my hands cupping her breasts.
We made love with a feverish passion, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Smita’s cries filled the room as I thrust into her, our pleasure building to a crescendo.
“Jim, I love the way you make me feel,” she whispered, her body trembling.
“And I love making you feel that way, Smita,” I replied, my voice thick with emotion.
We lay in each other’s arms, our hearts beating as one. Smita’s head rested on my chest, her fingers tracing circles on my skin. “Jim, I can’t keep doing this,” she said, her voice filled with conflict.
“Doing what, Smita? Loving me? Because I can’t stop,” I whispered, my heart aching. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears. “No, Jim, I mean, I can’t keep cheating. It’s not fair to my boyfriend or us.”
I held her close, my heart breaking. “I know, Smita. I understand. But I can’t let you go.”
“We’ll find a way, Jim. We have to. I won’t lose you,” she said, her voice determined. I kissed her, pouring all my love into it. “We’ll find a way, Smita. Together.”
The days turned into weeks, and our love deepened. Smita and I navigated the complexities of our situation, stealing moments of passion and planning a future.
“Jim, I’ve made a decision,” Smita said one evening, her eyes shining with determination.
“What is it, my love?” I asked, my heart racing.
“I’m leaving him, Jim. I can’t live a lie anymore. I want to be with you, build a life with you,” she declared, her voice steady.
I pulled her close, my heart overflowing with joy. “Oh, Smita, I love you. I’ll support you every step of the way.”
She smiled, her eyes brimming with tears. “I love you too, Jim. And I can’t wait to start our life together.”
We made plans, dreaming of a future where we could be together without secrets or lies. “One day, Jim, we’ll look back at this and laugh,” she said, her voice filled with hope.
“Yes, my love. We’ll have our happy ending,” I replied, kissing her softly.
Smita confronted her boyfriend, her heart pounding with determination. I waited. My love and support for her was unwavering.
“I’m leaving you, Raj. I’ve found someone else, and I want a divorce,” she said, her voice steady.
Raj’s face turned red with anger. “You’re making a mistake, Smita! You’ll regret this!”
“No, Raj, I won’t. I’ve made my choice, and it’s Jim,” she replied, her voice strong.
They argued, their voices rising, but Smita stood her ground. In the end, Raj stormed out, leaving Smita shaken but resolute.
“It’s over, Jim,” she said, her voice breaking. “I’m free.”
I held her, my love and protection enveloping her. “We’re free, my love. And we have a lifetime to make up for lost time.”
As the sun set on a new chapter of our lives, Smita and I stood on my balcony, our arms wrapped around each other.
“Jim, I can’t believe we’re finally here,” she said, her voice filled with wonder.
“We made it, Smita. Together. And this is just the beginning,” I whispered, kissing her temple.
We stayed there, watching the sky transform into a canvas of vibrant colours, a symbol of the new life we were about to embark upon.
“I love you, Jim,” she whispered, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
“And I love you, Smita. Forever and always,” I replied, my heart overflowing with joy.
Our journey had been filled with passion, secrets, and challenges. But now, as we stood together, a new beginning awaited. A beginning where love and honesty would reign, and the past would be a distant memory.
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