"Come into the cabin", she texted me over the office IM. I was always excited to receive her messages and attention, but little did I suspect what was to follow.
"Hi Puja" I said as I opened the door and entered. She quickly took off her earphones and shut her laptop before turning her chair to face me. "Hey good to see you, how was your trip" she asked. I was back from some meetings in London, and we chatted a bit about that. As she leaned forward in her chair, I noticed her top tighten over her magnificent breasts. That was one of my favorite sights in the office and I rarely let an opportunity go to check out my gorgeous colleague.
I was in love with her underarms. She had the broadest, most shapely pits that I had ever seen. And Puja wore sleeveless quite often. As if reading my mind, she leaned back in her chair and pulled up her hands to gather her tousled hair and tie them into a bun. I am sure she saw my eyes wander, but I held my gaze as much as I could even though she wasn't looking at me. I noticed her underarms were freshly shaved and looked delicious.
"Why don't you come home for lunch," she asked. "My husband is home alone and wants me to join him for lunch. Come along?" As she got up and began to gather her things and put them into her handbag, I got a full view of the rest of her gorgeous body. "Oh, what a lucky man her husband is" I thought, while quickly fighting the building erection in my trousers.
I sat in the passenger seat of her car, and she began to reverse it out of the parking lot. I quickly glanced to her side just in time to see her blouse tighten fully over her breasts. As she turned the wheel, I could see the edges of her bra struggling to contain the full curves of those melons. She began to talk about how it was just the two of them at home since her in-laws had taken her kids with them for the weekend. She asked me what I had done the past week and we chatted the rest of the drive to her house.
As she turned the key and let herself into her spacious apartment, I followed her in looking at her shapely tight buttocks sway slightly. I was thankfully distracted by her phone ringing and her launching into rapid Punjabi. I walked away to the couch in the living room and picked up a magazine. I watched from the corner of my eyes as she walked around with one hand on her forehead and her wonderful armpit in full view. I wanted to smell it, bury my lips in it and taste its goodness. I could feel myself hardening.
"I'm so sorry" she said snapping me out of the fantasy, "it looks like it's just us. He's been called away to work". A hundred thoughts rushed to my head before I recovered enough to say, "should we go out then?". "Oh no -- let's eat here, there's enough food" she replied as she walked into the kitchen. The table was already made for three and she quickly beckoned for me to join her.
As she began to serve me and herself, the top of her blouse loosened and fell away from her chest. My eyes bulged but she seemed too preoccupied to notice. I was joyous. Finally, I saw those two beautiful bulges as I had imagined on so many nights. Although encased in a lacy bra, they filled it out to the limit and strained against the fabric. As she picked up one dish after another, they jiggled and bounced. My eyes gave them so much love and every drop of my blood rushed into my loins giving me the biggest, hardest erection I had felt in a while.