Unspoken Desires: Chemistry Between Office Colleagues – Part 2

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About me: My name is Abhishek. I’m 24 years old, 5’7”, fair, thin, and fit. I work as a software engineer in an MNC in Bangalore. I’ve been with this company for three years now.

About her: Reeya (name changed). She’s 4’5” tall, dusky, thin, and effortlessly cute, with a charm that’s hard to ignore. While I’m an ambivert who struggles to start conversations, she’s the exact opposite—an extrovert who lights up every room she enters.

After that great night at Reeya’s place, we felt closer. The fun of keeping it secret made us excited. After that night, we couldn’t stop. Every night, we had hot phone calls, saying naughty things until we both finished.

During the weekends, I’d go to her flat for wild sex—sometimes in her bed, against the wall, always leaving us happy and tired. But we wanted more—something special, away from the city.

At work, we’d look at each other across the room. Sometimes, our hands touched, and it felt like a trigger. One evening, when most people were gone, I grabbed her in the hallway and pulled her to a dark spot. I whispered, “Reeya, let’s go away this weekend. Just us. Let’s go to Pondicherry on the bike.”

She smiled and teased, “So you can hold me tight for hours? Clever.”

I laughed and got closer, our faces almost touching. “You got me. So, yes or no?”

“Yes,” she said softly, her fingers on my chest, making my heart beat fast. “But I won’t keep my hands still.”

The next morning, we left early for our road trip. The bike shook under us as Reeya hugged me tight, her body against my back. The wind blew, but I only felt her warmth. After an hour, I stopped at a quiet place, getting away from the highway, and bit into a muddy road.

Before she could talk, I turned, held her face, and kissed her hard, my tongue in her mouth. She kissed back, grabbing my shirt, making a little moan.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” she said, breathing fast, her eyes full of want.

“With you? Never,” I said, my thumb on her jaw, feeling her warm up.

We got back on the bike, but it was tough to think straight. Her hands moved on my stomach, sometimes lower, teasing me and making my dick hard. When we got to Pondicherry, we were both dying for it.

We checked into a small cottage by the beach—open windows, a sea smell, and a cosy bed. As soon as the door shut, I pulled her close and kissed her hard, like I’d been waiting all day.

“Let’s shower together,” I said, pressing my lips against hers.

In the bathroom, steam rose as the water started. I looked into her eyes and took off her top, kissing her shoulders as it fell. Then tore her bra, and her boobs came out—full, soft, perfect. I held them, my thumbs rubbing her nipples until they got hard.

“You’re so pretty,” I said, lowering and putting my mouth on one boob, sucking softly, my tongue moving over it while my hand squeezed the other. Reeya gasped her fingers in my hair.

“Abhi…” Her moaning increased with need.

I took my time, loving her sounds, then brought her under the shower. I pushed her against the wall and kissed her deeply, the water making it stronger. My hands slid over her wet skin, washing her slowly, teasing her.

But Reeya didn’t just let me take over. She grabbed the soap, her hands bubbly, and started touching me, too. Her fingers went down my chest, over my stomach, and then around my dick, already hard. I groaned as she rubbed me, her touch strong, her thumb on the tip making me weak.

“You think only you can lead?” she said, her lips by my ear.

“I love it when you do,” I said, pulling her close.

We rinsed off, kissing harder until I couldn’t wait. I turned off the water, wrapped her in a towel, and took her to the bed. But Reeya had plans. She pushed me onto the bed with a laugh and climbed on top, her eyes bright.

“My turn,” she said, kissing me hard. Her tongue played with mine, and then she kissed my neck and my chest, biting a little. When she got to my dick, she looked up with a cheeky smile. “I’ve wanted this since we left.”

She took me in her mouth, her lips hot and wet around my big dick. I moaned, my hips moving as she sucked slowly. Her tongue circled the tip before going deeper. Watching her love made me harder, my hands in her hair.

But I wanted her too. “Come here,” I said, pulling her gently. “Let’s do it together.”

She laughed and moved so her pussy was over my face while she kept sucking my dick. I held her thighs and pulled her down, my tongue going into her wet spot. She tasted nice. I licked her pussy fast, then pushed my tongue inside. Her moans around my dick felt amazing, making it all better.

When she cum, her legs shook, and her wetness covered my face. I kept licking until she rolled off, breathing hard. But we weren’t done. I turned her onto her back and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself. “I need you,” I said, my voice rough.

“Yes,” she whispered, opening her legs. I rubbed my dick against her pussy, getting it wet, then pushed inside, filling her. She gasped, her nails on my shoulders as I moved, slow then fast. I kissed her neck and sucked her boobs, playing with her nipples as I went deeper.

Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me in, and her cries grew louder with every push. When she came, her pussy squeezed my dick flooding my dick with her juices. I have a long way to go.  I let her relax. We lay there, sweaty and tangled, the waves outside calming us.

Later, I had a surprise. I took her hand and led her to the beach, surrounded by none, where I’d set up a blanket, candles, and wine. The sunset looked magical. She gasped, “Abhi, this is…”

“For us,” I said, sitting with her. “To make tonight special.”

We drank wine, our legs touching, talking and laughing as it got dark. I brushed her hair back and kissed her soft, then harder. We lay on the blanket, and I took off her clothes slowly, kissing her skin—her neck, her boobs, sucking her nipples until she wiggled.

Then I went lower, spreading her legs and licking her pussy again. I moved my tongue on her pussy, sucking softly. She moaned my name, her hips pushing against me. But Reeya wanted control, too. She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top, smiling. “Now I’m in charge,” she said, sliding onto my dick.

She rode me fast, her boobs bouncing, her hands on my chest as I pushed up to meet her. Our bodies hit together, and when she came, her pussy gripped me tight. I flipped her over and went hard until we both came again, falling in the sand.

Back at the cottage, we barely made it to bed before she turned to me, cheeks flushed. “I want something new tonight.”

“Anything,” I said, brushing her lips with mine.

“Anal,” she whispered, shy but sure.

I searched her eyes. “You’re certain? We can wait.”

“I trust you,” she said, nodding. “Make it good.”

Her trust lit me up. I kissed her slow, deep hands roaming her body—cupping her boobs, teasing her nipples until she arched into me. Grabbing lube, I warmed it, massaging her gently, whispering, “Relax, love.”

A finger first, slow and slick, then two, stretching her as she moaned softly. “Good?” I asked, kissing her neck.

“So good,” she sighed, urging me on.

Spooning her close, I lubed my dick and pressed against her anal opening, easing in inch by inch. “Breathe,” I murmured, pausing as she adjusted, my hands stroking her boobs, teasing her pussy to keep her grounded in pleasure. When she relaxed, I moved—gentle thrusts, building as she gasped, “More.”

Her fingers worked her pussy, and when she came, trembling, I followed, holding her tight as we rode the aftershocks. I then went to shower to clean up and came back. I then took her in my arms. We soon drifted to sleep.

The next day, she woke me up with my dick in her mouth, giving me an amazing blowjob. I took control by holding her head and deep-throated her. It was an amazing feeling. Soon, I released loads in her mouth, and she drank it all. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

In the shower, I pinned her to the wall, kissing her fiercely as water cascaded over us. She dropped to her knees, taking my dick in her mouth. She was sucking me with a hunger that made my head spin. I pulled her up, spinning her into a 69 position against the tiles.

Her pussy was dripping as I licked her deep, her lips tight around my cock. We cum together, laughing as the water washed us clean.

Later, in the kitchen, she hopped onto the counter, pulling me between her legs. “Fuck me here,” she demanded, guiding my dick to her pussy. I thrust in, kissing her hard, her boobs pressed against my chest. We moved fast and desperate, the counter creaking under us.

Even the beach wasn’t safe. Wading into the shallows, I lifted her, her legs wrapping around me as I slid inside her pussy. A wave crashed over us mid-thrust, and she laughed, splashing me. “Worst timing!”

“Best mess,” I shot back, kissing her through the salt.

On the ride back to Bangalore, her arms tight around me, she whispered, “This was everything.”

“Everything,” I echoed, already plotting our next escape. Pondicherry wasn’t just a getaway—it was where we forged something fierce, tender, and ours.

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