Chapter 1: Afternoon Tease
The office in Pune buzzed with a rare kind of excitement that Friday afternoon. The HR’s announcement of a Garba night had everyone chattering about outfits and dance moves, a welcome distraction from the usual grind of internship life. Har, a lean 22-year-old with a boyish charm, dressed in his signature cargo pants and shirt, couldn’t keep his eyes off Mu. She stood taller than him, her dusky skin glowing under the fluorescent lights, curly hair tied up in a formal bun, and her sky-blue shirt tucked into tight trousers that hugged her perfect, plump ass. They’d been besties since their second year of B.Tech, and though they’d hooked up twice and made out weekly, full-on sex was a rare treat—something both had been craving for days.
As the clock struck 3 PM, the office disbanded early to prep for the night’s festivities, scheduled from 8 PM to 2 AM. Mu shot Har a quick text: *Sneak into my dorm. Need help getting ready.* Har grinned at his phone, already imagining the possibilities. Packing up, Mu leaned over his desk, her voice low and teasing. 'Be ready to snuggle and sleep over. Tomorrow’s Saturday, no rush.' Her words sent a jolt through him, and as she turned to leave, Har couldn’t resist brushing against her tight ass, the fabric of her trousers teasing his fingers.
'Hey, watch it!' Mu snapped, spinning around with a mock glare, though her dark eyes sparkled with mischief.
'Sorry, couldn’t help it. That ass is a damn distraction,' Har shot back, his voice husky, a smirk playing on his lips. He reached out again, giving her a quick squeeze, feeling the firmness under his grip.
Mu pushed him away, her tone sharp but playful. 'Wait till you get inside the room, hotshot. Then you can get inside me.' She smirked, her words dripping with promise, and sauntered off, leaving Har standing there, instantly hard, his cargo pants suddenly feeling too tight. He adjusted himself discreetly, his mind racing with images of what awaited in her modest company dorm.
By 3:30 PM, Har had sneaked into Mu’s room, the familiar scent of her lavender body spray hitting him as she locked the door behind them. She turned, leaning against the door, her gaze predatory. 'So, what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?' she teased, her voice sultry, a challenge in her tone.
Har didn’t waste a second. He closed the distance, pulling her close, his lips brushing her ear as he nibbled on her neck. 'It’s still 3:30, babe. We’ve got till 8 to reach the Garba. Plenty of time for some quality fun.' His whisper was hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
Mu raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a wicked smile. 'Is that so? Well, I’m not complaining.' Their lips crashed together in a hungry kiss, Har’s hands roaming down to her ass, squeezing and spanking lightly, feeling her curves through the tight fabric. She moaned softly into his mouth, her own hands gripping his shirt.
'Kiss every inch of me while you strip me,' Mu demanded, her voice firm, not a hint of submission in her tone. Har grinned, loving her boldness, and tugged her toward the full-length mirror by the wall. He positioned himself behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he met her gaze in the reflection.
'Watch the show, gorgeous,' he murmured, his hands sliding up to fondle her decent-sized boobs through her shirt while grinding his growing hardness against her ass. 'This ass… fuck, it’s perfect,' he growled, kissing her neck, freeing her curly hair from its bun, and inhaling its intoxicating aroma. Mu’s breath hitched, her eyes locked on their reflection, her body already responding to his touch, a familiar heat pooling between her thighs.
Without warning, Har picked her up, her surprised laugh echoing in the small room as he threw her onto the single bed. He climbed on top, their makeout session intensifying, his hands everywhere, her moans growing louder. 'Every damn day at the office, those tight trousers… I’ve had so many wet dreams about this ass,' he confessed between kisses, his voice raw with desire.
Mu chuckled, her tone teasing but commanding. 'Save the crazy stuff for tonight, Har. We’ve got a lot of dancing to do. But for now…' She didn’t finish, pushing his head down with a smirk, guiding him exactly where she wanted him. Har didn’t hesitate, his mouth finding her through the fabric, eager to taste, to please, knowing they were just getting started.
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