If you enter my office, the first thing you are bound to notice is my secretary Laxmi. She sits right outside my cabin facing the main door and has been refusing to be moved from there.
You will notice her not just because she is out there in the front, but because she has a personality and body which no one can ignore. She is petite and very fair, has large black eyes and jet black hair. She can say so many things with her eyes, just looking at you. That is why a shy person like me... But wait, let me not get ahead of the story.
The next thing(s) which you are bound to notice depends on whether she is standing or sitting, and whether she is facing you or has turned around. You know what I mean. Well, now let's move on...
One Sunday afternoon, I was alone in the office. I had been away on tour for almost a week and had returned only the previous evening. Usually, when I work on a holiday - which I often do - I lock the outer office door and work in my cabin. I have a rather large couch in the inner area of my cabin to rest when I feel tired.
But that day I had left the outer door open on purpose for I was waiting for my secretary. The previous evening, when she was leaving, I had requested her to come on Sunday to attend to some urgent work.
As I sat there, going through the pile of papers on my table, I saw a shadow on my table and looked up to see my secretary Laxmi, peerping through the cabin door. As I looked at her she said, "May I come in, sir?"
"Please come in, Laxmi," I said, "I have called you for some personal work today." I said.
What I did not say aloud was that she was welcome any time. She was a watcher's delight and, every day as she sat in the outer office, I watch her beautiful behind whole day through the one way glass of my cabin. I get to see the front view, only when she comes in :). Her presence always excites me sexually. I had sensed that she felt the same in my presence. However, matters had not progressed beyond flirting when our fingertips touched during the course of work, sending electrifying waves to my brain, which my wife says, is located in my groin:) When this incident happened, Laxmi had been with me for six months, minus the 1 month leave she had taken recently and had joined only a week back.
Now as she entered my cabin, her pallu slipped a few inches down from one shoulder. I realized that she was wearing a beautifully embroidered bra under her semitransparent white silk blouse. The edges of the bra and spaghetti thin elastic straps formed a beautiful pattern, and were visible through the thin transluscent blouse material.
"I learnt from the office staff that you often come alone to office on Sundays." Laxmi said. "You wanted to meet me alone?"
"Yes. Please lock the door, so that we are not disturbed and then take a seat." I invited her. She turned the key in the lock without a question and came and sat in front of me, resting her elbows on my tabletop and joining her fingers under her chin. This way I had a closer view of her white-clad boobs - one was partially hidden under the pallu but the beautiful pattern on the other one was now clearly visible at close range.
She saw where I was looking, and her eyes quickly looked down at her own bosom. But without making any move to lift the pallu back in its position she looked back with smouldering eyes straight in my eyes. She knew I was watching her breasts and she was clearly challenging me to squeeze them. With that glance, that moment I knew that she and I were going to be fulfledged lovers before we left office that afternoon. This immediately set things rolling.
"Laxmi," I began, and surprisingly my voice had become a little hoarse, "You remember what you had said when you had come to me to ask for the month's leave?"
"Ofcourse, I do. I rember how I blurted out to you the real reason for the leave. I had come when all the staff had left and you were sitting alone in your cabin that evening too." answered Laxmi. Her eyes flashed electric sparks, and the silky smooth pallu slid further down her shoulder. This way, I had visual access to the pattern on the other round beauty too. "those days I was getting frequently pregnant, almost every time I had unprotected ...." She left the phrase unuttered "I wanted to get tubectomy done and wanted leave from the office."
"That is exactly what I want to discuss with you today. I want my wife Pam to undergo the same operation, but I have some apprehensions. I want to know some facts about a woman's sex life after the operation. Since I do not know any one who can give me first hand experience, I thought of you. Do you mind discussing?" I began. For a second, I thought she might tell me to consult a gynec.
"With you I am willing to discuss every thing about it. I myself had some apprehensions, and had discussions with my ...partners." I noticed the use of plural in the last word.
"I need information on some very intimate topics..." I said, feeling happy that she had not outright rejected the discussion.
"Sir, with you I am ready to share intimate matters." My secretary's answer was more than encouraging.
"Laxmi, thanks again. I feel very comfortable discussing my sex life with you. To start with, my wife too gets pregnant every time I have unprotected ... intercourse with her." I used the word she had left unuttered. Color started rising in her cheeks and I could feel the discussion was exciting her as much as it was exciting me.
"So do I." she dropped her voice to a confidential whisper. But her cheeks were now a rosy pink and her eyes were sparkling with excitement. "I enjoy the direct contact of ..." again she left the word unuttered again.
She announced in the conspiratorial tone again. "There is nothing more pleasurable than the direct feel of ..." she again left the words unuttered but the meaning was not unsaid.
"There were times when I used condoms with Pam many times when we were young college-going students..." I was saying, but Laxmi had caught on to the real meaning of my sentence. She interruped with,
"Oh, so just like I did, your wife too had started before marriage?" she seemed to be excited by the idea.
"Yes, but it was only with me." I said. A look of obvious disbelief came over Laxmi's face.
I continued, "But the same can't be said of me; she wasn't the only one I had before marriage. I had other women much before I started with her. My first one was with a matured lady, when I was only fourteen years of age. Before that I had regularly explored our anatomy with a couple of boys."
"Like you, I too started in teen-age" she volunteered. "But," she then asked, "how can you be sure that Pam did not have her urge taken care of by some one before you?"
"I just know it." I replied.
"How did it happen?"
"I want to ask you some questions about your sex life before and after the operation." I interrupted, avoiding to bring my wife further in to this discussion, any more than was absolutely essential.
"Please do ask me what you want to ask."
