Since the day she joined our lab, I felt extremely attracted to Ying. I'm an Indian and don't particularly prefer Chinese women, but there was something different about her. For one thing, she was tall, around five feet seven; and for another, she had beautiful, large eyes - both odd qualities for a Chinese girl. Also unlike many girls these days who wear contacts, she wore stylish black glasses - and they lent her an air of sexuality that drove me crazy.
Like everyone else, she always wore jeans, a t-shirt and usually a buttoned-up jacket at work. Not particularly revealing, but they were tight-fitting and showed off her well-toned body. A slim waist, pert breasts, long shapely legs and a tight ass. Her tops were always short and occasionally when I passed her desk and she happened to be leaning forward, I'd get a glimpse of bit of naked back and a slice of her lace panties which never failed to excite me considerably.
A research lab environment is always friendly, and once after offering her some snacks, we got talking and broke the ice pretty quickly. She was intelligent and had an amazing sense of humour. We found out that we both enjoyed squash and played a few games in the first month after she joined. At the games, I concentrated less on the ball and more on her lovely long, pale-skinned legs and her t-shirt, wet with sweat, clinging to her breasts. I'm sure she knew that I was checking her out. She, however, was not a bit flirtatious, being much more on the shy side; which made her even more desirable in my eyes. I knew I wanted her - to explore every inch of her - to make her moan with pleasure as I made love to her.
One day, after a game, we were both working late and were the only ones left in the lab; not an uncommon situation. The goddess of fortune was smiling on me, however. I went and sat beside her to talk - I did that quite often, now - and she complained of a lingering backache, probably from the heavy exercise.
"I give a pretty decent massage," I said. "Why don't you just turn around and remove your jacket?"
"OK" she smiled, and did exactly that.
I stood behind her and started - with the back of her shoulders moving my thumbs in a gentle but firm circular motion and gradually moving on to her upper back.
"Ohhhh" she moaned. I can assure you, having had a back massage myself, that it feels extremely relaxing and stimulating, so it was no surprise that she was enjoying it.
"Oh, Kris, this feels soooo good." What I was enjoying, of course, was touching her and imagining her moans to be moans of sexual, erotic arousal and enjoyment. Her t-shirt was thin, and as I massaged her back I could feel the contours of her body and her bra-straps, which aroused me even more. My cock was quite hard by this time, but I was enjoying myself so much (and clearly, so was she) that I didn't care.
I asked her to put her face down on the desk as I moved on to the small of her back, and presto, I got the beautiful view of her black lace panties again. She kept sighing blissfully as I massaged her lower and lower and finally dared to - in my state of excitement I could hardly NOT have dared to - rub my fingers gently directly on the exposed part of her back.
She didn't seem to mind it at all, or maybe she was feeling in such sensual heaven that she didn't realize it at all. Yes, sometimes my ego is too big for my own good - but this seemed a safe bet!
I leant forward and whispered into her left ear, "So, how's the pain, Ying?"
"Oh, it's just gone... thank you sooo much Kris. I'm enjoying this so much!"
I decided to be bold. "I'm enjoying it too, Ying. A slice of your panties looks so erotic on you; I can only imagine how sexy you'll look when you've nothing else on."
Her eyes went wide and then she laughed, and hit me playfully on the head. "You pervert!" she joked.
