Years ago I was working as a project manager at an IT firm in India. I was ahead of my age in terms of handling that post as I had a good success record, never say no attitude, famous among the executives for out of the box thinking and soon I was in the peer of staff members more than 5 years senior to me. I wasn’t the oldest employee in the organization but had a cool 4 years of service and seniority most people recognized. Our organization was equally balanced with women employees with some of the top positions handled by them as well.
One of my traits is to attract elderly women, some how I can relate to them and talk in a tone that makes them friendly to me faster that younger women. Hence among my peers I was more communicative and spending more time with my female colleagues than the male colleagues. Which of course was a reason for snubs as well. I rather spend time talking to the female collegaue about her kids than step out for a smoke at lunch time. But come evening I was every ready to ditch a bitch and party with the old farts from the company. So I had my priorities laid out.
Working in the office you often end up indulging in the personal matters of your collegues even if you dont want to as some times they feel like confiding in you than their spouse who must have just had a fight with them. Latika was one lady who fitted that bill. She was very diligent at work and never missed a deadline, but her odd hours of work was begining to affect the moral of my team. She would come late to work and stay up late trying to finish the work. MY team in the meanwhile refused to work in conjuction with her as they stayed in far off places. Latika was a senior staff member and I could not take it up with my boss either, she was a resoruce in my own team but higher in the company hierarchy than me. I could employ her in my project but could not boss her around.
Latika was going through some domestic issues. So I started spending time with her after hours while she worked away on her deliveries. I pretended to have work just to see what she would spew if given the chance. For three to four months me and latika did the night shift and we spent many late night dinners at some near by restaurants and seldom I would drop her home. Latika was 35 years old, and was a well built indian wife not to the fatter side but to the thinner side and wore salwars. She had a curvaceous body but one like a house wife. She was also a good looker, hailing from north india she has light weathish brown skin with sharp facial features.
Latika never bothered about her dressing and some times she would wear transparent cotton salwar kameeze with out a camisol. You could see her flowery lacey bra and some times even her brown nipples if the light was shining hard on her chest. Same was the case with her panty lines as well. No one noticed it but day by day working late I noticed that Latika cared less about her self and things around and was not bothered about her kameez button being open or her bra strap slipping of her shoulders. Most men in the organization her age were married and not interested in her any way. That left only me and my evil intentions. One day while working late Latika went home at 2 am and came back in aother 30 mins, I was about to leave and could not help notice her on her desk with tearful eyes. She took a long time to open up but it seemed that her husband has decided to camp at his friends house with the kid that night since she was working late and had forgotten to leave the key with their neighbours. It was a saturday night and latika often wore jeans and sleeveless blouse on a saturday as it was a non working day for the company. So I decided to give her company and we opened some old project for assessments.
While working I could not help but notice that Latika was wearing pink panties as it was extruding from the back of her jeans every time she lunged forward to type at the keyboard. She then dropped her books and immediatly got down on her knees to pick them up. She was wearing a low rise jeans that generally slips if you squat. Her pink panties were now clearly visible and she was tuggin at her jeans to cover them. She caught me gaping at her waist line and with a modest smile she sat back in her chair and we continued with work. We were the only two in the office at 3 am besides the security guard at the front desk. So we decided to take a coffee break and walked to the vending machine, while she walked in front of me I could see Latika’s booties swing side to side with the pink elastic of her panties popping out once in while. She was becoming more and more interesting to me that day. I was having intense sexual desires towards her by now after seeing her in those clothes for the whole day. After coffee Latika took a detour to the ladies room while I went to my cabin. Latika did not return in over 10 mins and I was growing suspicious, so I took a walk outside the ladies room and there was not trace of her around that place but I was sure that she was in there. So I waited another 10 mins outside for her and she did not turn up. Taking a risk I entered the ladies room and there I found Latika in one cubicle with her jeans and panties to her ankles and her left hand stroking her cunt while her right hand was driving in a small mettalic pen. The door was closed and hence she did not see me but I managed to peep in from the top of the adjacent cubicle quietly. I moved without making any noise back to her cubicle. Latika was back in another 10 mins but had forgotten to button her fly. She came and sat next to me and we start working again. I could not help and see her fly open with a clear view of her groin. She caught me gaping at it again and asked what I was thinking. I replied to there that I was wondering why she was masturbating in the ladies room when I was around to help her.
She got the hint and we both went into my cabin for a lengthy talk. Latika begged that I dont tell it to management and that she would do what ever it takes to keep it out of debate. It was my office and a tempting offer like that was like a god sent gift at 3:30 am on a sunday morning. I looked at her with a wicked smile and thats all it took for her to unzip my jeans and blow me. Latika was not expreinced in blowjobs but was doing a fine job, at least she knew what it meant. After a few minutes I was not enjoying it at all as it was feeling very mechnical so I asked her to standup and strip for me, one by one she took off her clothes starting with her blouse then her bra and then her jeans…. and she kept turning around showing me her body from different angles. I noticed that Latika has no inhibitions about striping for me and that she was fine exposing her private parts for the first time. I ensured that the window blinds were all shut and the doors locked. She then asked me “do you want me to fuck you or just shag you”. I was confused by her question as she was so very direct in asking me what I expected. She smiled and bent over in front of me slowly lowering her pink panties and exposing her clit. She wanted it standing up and I obliged her as usual doggy style being my favourite. Latika was holding on to the wall bent over at 90 degrees and I was thursting my penis harder and harder with each stoke, latika was screeming and at one point I had to gag her with my left hand so that the guard would not be ticked off. I pounded her pussy for 15 minutes before she got tired of standing up in that posistion and we quickly shifted to my cabin table. I picked up Latika and placed her on the table and started to pump her pussy with her legs around my waist. Latika was a revealation and I enjoy surprises, we made out for another 30 mins on the office desk before I climaxed. Latika was definitly not having enough sex with her husband and it was evident when I made her change positions. She was amazed that she could fuck in all those ways. I cummed inside her and had her squat on my desk and let the cum drip, Our session just lasted a mere 30 mins. I could not do all the love making with Latika as she was like a quickie chick whom you want to do with and get lost. Latika found a friend in me more closer than he husband as I was spending time with her at work taking her mind waway from home and ours was begining to be a free fuck relationship.
Latika was far away from an orgasm if I could remember, either she has lost her libido or she was whore who took a long time to cum. Either way I got my fantasy fulfilled of fucking her. I worked with her for another year and we had several such late night fucks in the office and even in the corporate board room once. The best one out of all would be the one in the interview room.
I and Latika were on the recruitment board and many a times we had to jointly conduct interviews for finalizing candidates. We had a bet on who will make it to the company after the interviews. We would look at the candidates before the interview and bet that some one from that would definitly make it. Latika would look forward for a expensive dinner or designer perfume from me where as I would look forward for a quickie in office the same day. Until that day I was on a loosing spree but this time I was on target and I was one point higher than her. We were with the last candidate and Latika could disqualify the candidate and equalize. She struck a deal with me in front of the candidate, She whispered to me “I blow you, we reject her and you take me out to dinner..or you can hire her and do me at night after I clear my bloody pads”. the candidate was dazed with out talk and didnt know what was going one so she excused her self and went out. I was in a tough situation here as the deal for the day only and I didnt want to fuck her bleeding all over the place. So I settled for the blowjob. She blew me right there in the interview cabin and made me cum in five mins, however we called the candidate back inside and had to hire her as she was good but I also got Latika a perfume in return.
She became a gambler slowly and we had great fucks for the rest of the year. I dont know how she is coping up with family but surely if I visit her again we will end up having a quickie if we stick around for over an hour.