Wild, carnal desire was not something she associated with her boss Shyam. But it was just that on the last day at the company, it was late in the evening and they were alone. Both were going to miss each other - that was clear to them.
It was with that feeling that Shyam grabbed Sunita in the spur of the moment. He covered her face with kisses which seemed harmless enough to both of them- till he reached her lips. There, magically, he nibbled and sucked at them gently without asking her to actually open them. He did not ask her to part them and open her mouth. Nor did he use his tongue to find hers.
But her mouth parted anyway and her eyes closed. And while she expected all that, she found that he had moved to her chin, her neck and down, covering all parts of her skin that were exposed. Till he reached the edge of her blouse. At that point she herself unbuttoned it leaving the front open to his continuing wave of butterfly kisses.
Now her body was definitely buzzing and she certainly wanted his lips back on her lips; but it was not to be.
Nor had he intended to be so intense, he just felt that a smattering of small kisses would not be too outrageous. Even this simple gesture was going to be contrary to the high standards in all the years he had worked together. He was known for being absolutely scrupulous at work. But today, officially, at the end of working hours at 6 p.m. she was no longer an employee. He felt he was not violating any rule - just kissing her to avoid any regrets tomorrow.
But when the blouse opened, and the kissing continued both were aflame. He knew there were delicious nipples within but was totally unsure about being able to get to them.
He kissed the slopes of the breasts with the same small flitting kisses with only occasional tugs at the flesh at the spots he knew would transmit to her nipples.
He wanted to see them, assess them and suck them if they were going to be more than small nubs. That is what his wife had. And that is not what he wanted. He wanted longer, suck sable ones, if he was going to be with anyone else than his wife.
She wanted none of this having no complains with her sexual life in marriage. And yet when all of her exposed areas were kissed and done, she wasted no time in opening the clasps of her bra and her breasts spilled out.
Shyam found the nipples to be the ones he was looking for and quickly moved to kissing all of the mounds with same little kisses. They were full, heavy and he kissed all around the nipples and beneath lifting and nosing the mounds of flesh.
The nipples responded magnificently, swelling and unfurling, ready to be milked. In their swollen state they held the promise of the teats of a laden reservoir within. When he sucked them in her knees felt weak and she sagged back on the desk. He was gentle with his warm lips, milking without hurting, in contrast to her husband who went wild whenever he got to her breasts.
She liked her husband's animalness but today she was loving the milking, slow and sensuous.
Shyam continued kissing her stomach, her navel and reached the top of her saree and petticoat.
From her experience with her husband kisses had no role lower than there and yet, she tugged open her saree. Shyam went to the gap in the petticoat on one side and kissed the curve of her belly accessible there.
On cue she undid the cord of the petticoat and everything fell to the floor in a heap.
When she hoisted herself on the table, knees akimbo, legs spread apart it was plain instinct.
When Shyam lowered his had between her legs he found completely damp panties. He kissed at the crotch. Felt the volcanic heat from within. He sucked on the flimsy garment as he had one her nipples before kissing down one leg... to her toes.
