Scratchy Prachee

Prachee shivered slightly as the muggy sidewalk gave way to the climate-controlled foyer. The cool air felt refreshing against her bare legs, and she was glad she’d chosen to wear a skirt. She had wanted to dress up a little, anyway. Though this was primarily a test of her mental acuity and general knowledge, she had to assume that the staff of Times! Also had their eyes open for potential contestants who looked beautiful, cuddly, or stylish.

Prachee didn’t think of herself as ‘beautiful,’ and she was more the skinny than the ‘cuddly’ type but on a good day, she calculated that she could manage ‘stylish’. So she’d donned an elegant, mid-length floral skirt, and a teal jersey that flattered her sharp shoulders and small, pointed breasts. She had crowned herself with a pair of retro-chic sunglasses that she knew would stay in place astride her auburn bangs, if she avoided sudden head movements.

Prachee’s elegance was a bohemian sort of elegance, and stockings were usually out of the question on some days even panties were out of the question but today being a sticky one, Prachee had thought better of that option. After all, it might not impress the game show staff if she showed up for her test with her nice floral skirt glued to the crack of her ass, courtesy of the relative humidity. May I help you? asked the receptionist.

Yes, I’m here for the 4:00 test for Times!’ said Prachee. She projected confidence, but she had to admit to herself that she had a few rare and exotic butterflies in her stomach. She hoped she’d be able to relax sufficiently for concentrating on the test. She wondered if she ought to have made a point of masturbating that morning, instead of spending quite so much time boning up on history geography and basic science.

She knew that all her cramming wouldn’t do her any good if she couldn’t approach the questions in the right frame of mind, and she further knew that a good twenty minutes of self-pleasuring usually kept her relaxed and happy for hours afterward. You’re early,’ said the receptionist and you can have a seat in the lobby until they call you early Prachee reflected as she took a seat.

She noticed that there were restrooms right along the far wall of the lobby in the familiar company of a payphone and a water fountain. She wondered if perhaps it wasn’t too late to redress her neglect. It wouldn’t be a leisurely pussy-pampering session like at home but she had done some lovely things for herself in bathroom stalls in the past and doing her own oyster in a strange almost public place made everything happen faster and sometimes even better.

She squeezed her thighs together, involuntarily as she considered the prospect. She was startled out of this train of thought when a tall young woman crossed into her peripheral vision from around a corner. The woman, a magnificent-looking twenty something in a sleek, navy-blue skirt suit, wore a staff badge on a lanyard and carried a clipboard. The woman seemed to break her stride for just an instant, as if looking

Prachee over before making her way across the lobby as she drew near, Prachee could see that she had a friendly smile on her face. May I have your name, please? The woman spoke softly but crisply. Prachee noticed that she had some sort of becoming northern European accent. Prachee felt the butterflies flutter again as she answered. I’m Prachee and the woman made a check mark on her clipboard. Hello, Prachee. I’m Sneeta.

I think they’ll be ready for you shortly. Sneeta smiled pleasantly again before walking briskly out of sight. Prachee knew at this point that she had better not disappear into the ladies’ room for that quick treat. It was really too bad, because her brief consideration of this option had already had an effect on her intimate physiology. She could feel the resulting wetness in her panties, which were now clinging against her pussy.

It was a nice feeling, though, and in its own way it made her feel less nervous while she compulsively reviewed her state capitals and multiplication tables one more time, the hint of wetness down there was a soothing reminder that life is not all in the brain. Prachee’s heart jumped, because she hadn’t seen him approaching her. The suave, handsome man extending his hand had evidently entered the lobby while she had been looking in the other direction.

I’m Piyusa he said, as she rose to shake his hand. She saw herself smoothing her skirt down in that fidgety manner she could not help assuming sometimes. Wow, he was gorgeous, she noted as she met his charismatic glance. His features were perhaps a little too quirky to make him look like a model or movie star, but they embodied a charm that set him apart from all the ordinary-looking guys. His thick, straight black hair curled seductively under each ear and his strong eyebrows were softened by laughing eyes and a sensitive mouth.

Like Sneeta, he wore a name badge and I’ll be giving you your test today,’ he told her. There was something about the way his eyes lingered over her face and her body that sent a chill not unpleasant from her ankles up to her clinging panties whereas Sneeta had seemed to be sizing her up from a distance, Piyush’s assessment was done from less than a foot away, and felt almost tangible. Prachee’s balance of mind and matter was now veering away from its midpoint.

The soft, wet matter between her legs was increasingly drawing her concentration away from the mental challenge ahead. We’ll be in the first conference room on the right,’ Piyush said his eyes twinkled at her for a moment. Then he began to escort her down the short corridor in the conference room, he ushered her to a seat at the far end of a long wooden table in front of her were a manila folder and a pencil.

Her chair was comfortably padded and the perfectly air conditioned climate of the room felt delicious. Piyush closed the door and walked to the end of the table nearest him and any questions before you begin? He asked, kindly Prachee wanted to ask him all sorts of questions, questions about whether she could undo various parts of his clothing and touch him in all kinds of placesbut she merely shook her head to indicate

No, go ahead, then, whenever you’re ready said Piyush with trembling fingers, she opened the folder. Ten questions jumped out at her, ten easy questions ten questions whose answers she knew yesterday, knew this morning and could not, for the life of her, bring up now. What is the capital of India? What is the atomic number of calcium? What is meant by the term in musical notation? Prachee simply could not concentrate.

Her pussy was throbbing for attention, her focus had been totally diverted by the presence of this appetizing guy, and her legs were tingling from the kisses of the air-conditioned air for five intense minutes, she struggled to call up the information she should have had at her disposal. She filled in every blank, but she knew most of the answers were probably wrong. Okay, Prachee, your time is up said Piyush.

Prachee welcomed this announcement. Clearly, this was a lost cause and she stood up and walked to Piyush’s end of the table. I’m afraid I did not do as well as I should have, she confessed. She handed him her folder and it only took him seconds to scan her answers and score her performance. His face seemed to sag then he looked up, and his eyes met hers. This happens sometimes he said would you like another chance? I think we have an opening tomorrow.

She eagerly accepted and her heart was fluttering as she scurried back through the lobby and just as she approached the exit, Sneeta caught up with her and I am so glad to know you’ll be back said Sneeta, touching Prachee very lightly on the elbow. Piyush was so disappointed that you did not qualify today. Prachee knew what she had to do when she arrived at the studio the next day, almost everything was the same. She had sweated her way through similar weather, wearing a similar outfit.

This time, however, one article of clothing had been left at home and, just as she had predicted, her thin skirt was clinging to the crack of her panty free ass. Yet today she did not mind. It felt sexy another difference was that where she had arrived empty handed yesterday, today she was clutching a manila folder in the lobby, Sneeta greeted her like she was an old friend.

Welcome back, Prachee. Piyush will be ready for you in a moment. Will he really be ready for me? Prachee wondered as she waited for her cue, she sizzled with a different sort of nervousness from her pre exam jitters of the day before. Today she had no thoughts of a quick fingering in a bathroom stall. She was horny, all right but she had higher aspirations than a date with herself in the John when he came to collect her,

Piyush’s face struck her as even kinder and, if it was possible, more handsome than on the previous occasion. Prachee hoped she wasn’t imagining it when she noted that he looked genuinely glad to see her. He led her to the same conference room, and she took her place at the same end of the table then, she pushed aside the manila folder that awaited her there, and substituted her own. Oh, I’m sorry, Prachee said Piyush.

You’re not allowed to bring any materials into and she felt her nervousness evaporate as she interrupted him, and she delivered her words with a mischievous smile. This was it. I brought my own test today,’ she explained and she laughed inside when she saw the look of boyish confusion crossed Piyush’s adorable features your own test? I don’t

Prachee put her finger to her lips and opened her folder. This will just take a minute she assured him while she quickly filled out the form she had prepared, she was aware that Piyush was watching her. A glance in his direction revealed that his mouth hung open in an expression of perplexity but his eyes seemed to burn with something else something intoxicating, something that made her acutely aware of the rude but sensuous way her skirt was caressing her ass crack

And the titillating breath of the climate-controlled air around her bare ankles and she finished in just a minute, as promised, and handed him the form. Since she knew it by heart, having rehearsed it over and over in her mind last night while stroking herself under the covers, she could follow along as he silently read.

1. Do you find your examiner sexually attractive? Yes

2. Are you wearing panties? No

3. Do you have to be anywhere in a hurry after this test? No

4. Do you have any aversion to undressing handsome men in conference rooms? No

5. Do you have any aversion to sprawling across conference room tables while you’re brought to thunderous orgasms? No

Piyush let the document fall to the floor. He seemed frozen for a moment, his face a cartoon of incredulous anticipation. It was the work of a moment for Prachee to take him in her arms and I realize anyone can walk in here and claim not to be wearing panties,’ she breathed in his ear. ‘So of course I understand that the staff must verify any such claim. She took his hand and guided it under her skirt verify baby verify she urged.

She felt his fingers begin to explore her, sending sparks in every direction. This was all it took to instigate a delicious mini-climax, and she sighed as her cunt showered Piyush’s fingers with honey and he looked in her eyes. He seemed concerned. ‘Please understand no matter what we do now, it doesn’t mean that I can get you on the show. I don’t do those kinds of favours and she almost thought she would cry, he was so sweet instead, she laughed.

I’m not thinking about the show. I want favors from you, all right, but not the kind you’re talking about. Piyush’s face relaxed into an expression of delirious joy. She pulled his weight toward her and let herself slouch onto the table. Her sunglasses fell off her head, but she didn’t care and do me a favour Piyush,’ she coaxed do me a big favor, right in my sweet spot, right here on the table.’

If this had happened yesterday, she might have proceeded more slowly, by delicately offering her nipples to his lips but after twenty-four hours of dripping with lust for this man, she wanted his cock up her skirt as soon as humanly possible. So she found his zipper, and, within seconds, she was guiding his warm, firm flesh inside her and I wanted you yesterday Piyush confided as they began to squirm together but I was afraid that a little manila folder would keep us apart.

Prachee giggled as I see it, the only things that are going to be kept apart are my legs.’ She closed her eyes as the deepest thrust yet set her tingling. He leaned into her, grabbing gently but passionately at the undersides of her knees, and she felt him dotting her nose and cheeks with the softest of kisses each little peck nudged her upwards, raising her closer to ecstasy on silken layers of joy, which she writhed upon like an animal and his breath was warm and pleasantly nutty across her face.

They must drink flavoured coffee here, she thought, just as an orgasmic tide surged through her and pushed all thoughts away. Piyush’s hot brew kissed her insides in gorgeous, pumping spurts, and she boiled with pleasure as he shuddered against her. Eventually Prachee sat up and began to tidy herself. Piyush was grinning. Sneeta will be happy he said. Prachee thought of the friendly lady, the gorgeous woman who had gazed at her smiled at her, and welcomed her.

Sneeta? Yeah, she sort of looks out for me and like a sister. She could tell right away that I was longing for well, this for reasons she could not account for, Prachee suddenly wondered if Sneeta’s relationship with Piyush was always entirely sisterly and she wondered if Sneeta’s warmth toward her had been tinged with anything besides natural friendliness and concern for Piyush perhaps, Prachee reflected, her next conference with Piyush could include the alluring Sneeta as well and what are you thinking about?’ Piyush asked about the next time I take the test Prachee replied, with a sparkle in her voice.