She said, "Hello Sir, can I come in?" while looming in at the edge of the door in her neatly laced, bright pink saree that barely covered her midriff, leaving swaths of body to be touched and played with when left to any man's imagination. She almost leaned towards the door as if she was trying to strike a sexy pose, with her breasts heaving and pressing on to the crease at the door and her saree barely covering her back and an ass that would probably make her boss to want to play with it, if he saw.
Shifting through the papers on his table, engulfed in the piles on both his sides, he barely had any time but did notice enough to want to not shift his focus 'cause he knew it would take up his time. She came up to his side and asked him if he wanted any help while picking up and sorting the papers. He did have sex with her a lot of times, but she does keep coming back to him, at least when he has a lot of work.
He remembered how she bent over the same table initially in a frock, with the dress high above her thighs and cleavage worthy of any man's touch, like a school girl who had just come of age to experience one. He remembered how busty she was and how he massaged those breasts while kissing her neck from the back, while running his hands up her short skirt. While she revelled in his touch and moved in pleasurable discomfort he took the opportunity to rid her of her top, exposing her succulent breasts to his mouth. She put a hand on his shoulder managing to give him a view of her breasts while he simultaneously slapped her hot ass and asked her if she wanted more. Any one who saw the young girl with her red lipstick and her trendy clothes that she bought to entice him, would have said she was liking it.
