I always stick by the old adage “don’t shit where you eat”. I don’t have any non-working relationship with any of my colleagues. I go to work, I do my job, I come back. I don’t see a point with post work beers. I live alone, and I come back alone.
This is not to say I don’t talk to anyone at all. I’ll crack a joke here and there. Nothing that will create any real sort of bond, but keeps me well liked.
Around November 2025, a new girl joined an adjacent team I have to deal with. She was a Maliyali recently moving to Gurgaon. Physically, she had big eyes, a sharp jawline, dusky skin, and just the perfect ass. It wasn’t too big, it wasn’t too small, just the right size. Still, this wasn’t what I noticed about her the first time she came to work. I noticed her clothes.
She was wearing a regular sweater with a white shirt, a midi skirt. But right at the end of her skirt you could see them, black boots with stockings. God. After a saree, to me this is the single hottest thing a woman can wear. I’m not a foot fetish weirdo. I don’t wanna smell on someone’s smelly socks or anything. I just love women in this one very specific look. Blame all the naughty america office porn I watched as a teenager.
I think I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Heads were rolling the entire day as she walked around introducing herself. She was friendly enough, but like me, she kept to herself. Let’s call her Rebecca (name changed)
This went on for a while. We had some common work so I would often be at her desk, crack a joke here and there, but again, besides vigorously jerking off to the thought of my face in her ass as she wore nothing but boots and stockings, I actually managed to avoid staring directly at her too much.
A couple of months passed, and around early January I was having my lunch at my desk as usual, and I was watching an obscure old Japanese film on my phone.
Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
“Hey I’m sorry, but isnt that ‘High and Low’?”
My heart literally skipped a beat. I didn’t expect ANYONE to even have known about a black and white Japanese film from 1963, let alone recognise it from a frame.
“What the fuck?” Was the only response I could utter
She seemed to be taken aback, so I quickly responded with “I’m sorry. Yes yes its high and low. I didn’t expect anyone to casually recognise this from a simple frame I’m legit shocked”
She smiled at that.
“Oh believe me I didn’t expect anyone to have heard about this film here as well. I’m just as shocked as you are.”
The ‘here’ stung me a little not gonna lie.
“What do you mean here?”
“Oh nothing I just expected everyone to be only bollywood fans and not into world cinema at all. I’ve literally only heard hindi movie talk.”
“Well I get that. Most people I’ve met don’t really obsess over film. I tend to watch all sorts of films. It always helps if you hate going out and have good internet.”
This got another laugh. She sat down next to me. We spent the next half hour talking about films and the city and her adjusting to it. It was genuinely the first real conversation I had at work with anyone, and while it felt weird at first, but I grew to enjoy it. Over the next week or so we moved over to WhatsApp. Then on a random Friday, she asked me out.
“Listen, I haven’t been out of my apartment and I don’t know anyone enough to actually go out with besides you. Can we go somewhere tonight?”
I didn’t even have to think. Yes of course. I’ll go anywhere. I’ll drag my balls across a road to sniff your fucking panties.
That’s what I thought. But I played it cool.
“Yeah sure of course. I don’t have any plans. We can leave right after work, get an early start.”
“Done!”
I knew just where to take her. There’s a great cocktail place which serves some pretty strong cocktails. I really needed her hair down. Maybe also her panties, but I was getting ahead of myself.
It was winters, so she came dressed in the clothes I liked. Brown leather skirt. Stockings. Knee length boots. White sweater. Knowing what I know now, she was dressed especially for me.
At around 8 we left in my car. It was early January, so we had a pretty light crowd at the office. No one would bat an eye at the two of us leaving.
“Aren’t you sure you want to take your car? Aren’t you gonna drink?”
“Don’t worry I’m an excellent drunk driver.”
That got a laugh. To be honest, I was planning to drag a single beer through the night. If we were to get into an accident, it would’ve probably been due to me staring at the top of her legs. Her skirt rode up a little exposing just the tiniest of her skin and the top of her stockings. My mind was messed up.
We reached the place and quickly placed an order. Pro tip for a date; always get them tasty cocktails. Lowered inhibitions get you better results.
Her cosmo came along with my beer.
“Wow you’re not girly enough for cocktails?”
“Haha noo I’m just trying to be sober enough to drive us both back.”
“Wow A (My name) I didn’t know you would be so scared of my pretty pink drink. Have something girly, I promise you’ll like it”
“It’s not the drink I’m scared of. Tell you what, next round.”
We began talking. God, she was so pretty to look at. She was funny, wanted to talk about common interests, and definitely a lot smarter than I was, but wasn’t an asshole about it. I would . I was crushing hard right there. But the conversation flowed along with the alcohol. She was single and hated the dating scene in the city.
“I can’t agree more. People here are weird”
“Oh I’m sure you’re getting action everywhere”
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I actually was. I had a regular hook up going with a friend of mine and dating apps had been kind to me. But I couldn’t tell her that.
“Hahah absolutely not. I find it very difficult to vibe with anyone. Not a lot of shared interests. Most girls are either looking to directly get married, lead conversations with one syllable replies. Or have no common interests”
“Hahaha men are worse. They just want to fuck. No chemistry. No talk. No personality. No one has seen any Akira Kurosawa film.”
That got my attention. It was a Kurosawa film that got us talking. Even I’m not so dense as to ignore this hint.
“As far as I know I’m the only person in a 50 Km radius to have even heard that name. ”
“True. That’s why I talk to you. You’re really not like anyone else.”
“Gee thanks. Always had to make up for my face with my personality. ”
She snorted out her drink.
“Haha noooo don’t say that. You have such a pretty face!”
Saying that she actually cupped my face.
“You have a beautiful face too, and a beautiful everything else.”
She just smiled.
“Oh believe me. I’ve seen you look at me. I know you like my ‘everything else’”
Damn I thought I was subtle, I said to myself.
“Damn I thought I was subtle” I said to her.
“Not even close! Everytime I wear my boots you literally stare at me with your eyes open”
“See that’s not on me. That’s the boots. I have a thing for beautiful women, and another for beautiful women in boots. ”
She laughed and the date went on.
As the night went on, we got along amazingly. She got a little more tipsy than I did. At around 2, we got up to leave.
“Okay cool I’ll call a cab”
“Oh hell no. This is Gurgaon. Too late for you to catch a cab. I’m dropping you. It’s on my way.”
It actually was. I lived alone and it’s not like I had someone waiting for me. We walked to the parking lot and she leaned on me for support. It felt nice. Till I helped her in her seat and there were her stockings again. She actually saw me check her out this time and smiled, but didn’t say anything. We drove out and chatted. She actually lived close to office in a shared setting.
“Thank you for this, it’s the first time I actually went out in this city. You made me feel so safe and you’re so fun!”
She leaned in for a hug. I thought, I might as well go for it. I kissed her cheek and then the other and then a small peck “accidentally” landed on her lips. She looked at me for a second, and the next thing I knew we were fully making out.
She kissed me back hard. Thank God for that cause I had no idea how id react if she felt uncomfortable. I soon found myself feeling up her tits over her sweater. It heated up fast. We sucked on each other’s tongues. She massaged my cock over my jeans. After a while we paused for breath, she smiled at me.
“Took you long enough!”
“Hey, better late than never”
“So I guess this is bye then” she said nonchalantly
“Umm okay, I thought we could go upstairs?”
“Really? What about your whole not-mixing-work-and-personal thing?”
I seriously replied with a very corny “I think that went out the window when I first saw you”
Blame it on drunkenness or horniness, but that worked. She leaned in for another kiss and quickly guided me to her parking. Her flatmate had gone home for a bit so we had the apartment for ourselves. She lived on the 11th floor and that was the longest elevator ride of my life. I badly wanted to rip everything off of her but I had been aware of the cameras in the lift. We reached her apartment after what felt like a lifetime. She led me in, switched the light on and kissed me. I am 5’11, and she had to stand on her tip toes to reach me. So I made things easier by picking her up. She wrapped her legs around me and I could hear a faint knock of her boots. God I wanted her so bad right then.
We settled on the couch and we continued making out. I took off her sweater and shirt. She was wearing a simple cotton black bra. We quickly took off my clothes and her skirt. As she was taking her boots off I quickly said
“Rebecca can you please, leave them on?”
She just smiled and obliged. Soon she was naked except for her stockings and boots. Her dark smooth skin was beautiful. I switched positions and lay her down on the couch. She had shaved.
“Were you expecting some action tonight?”
“Well you never know when luck might strike.”
I just kissed her. Made my way down her neck, her tits. Kissing each nipple, sucking on it. She kept moaning and it was driving me nuts. I finally reached her clit and proceeded to eat her out. She had a beautiful pussy. I started slowly, kissing each of her thighs, before slowly licking her slit. I held myself for a second. Let my breath out on her clit.
I placed the tip of my tongue on her clit. Eating pussy is my favourite part of the affair. She squirmed as I played with her clit. Circling it, biting it. She got more and more aroused and my mouth was getting tired. Still, I soldiered on to her orgasm.
Her thighs quivered as she felt a wave come over her. This is my favourite part of making love. A woman’s orgasm is something you need to experience. It’s emotionally charged and lasts for waves. She looked so beautiful quivering for me. It was a cold January night and we were both sweaty.
She couldn’t say much and just kissed me. She took a condom out of her room and put it on me.
“Fuck me please ”
“Why don’t you ride me ?”
She obliged. Sitting me down, she straddled me. I felt her rough stockings and boots on my skin. She looked like a painting. She started riding me. She didn’t do the weird thing women do when they just grind their pelvis on your cock, she was riding me. Her time at the gym was definitely paying off. She kissed me as I pinched her nipples. Her moans in my ears were sending me. I slowed it down.
“I haven’t stared all day at your ass for months only to not take a better look right now.”
“Be my guest, daddy.”
There it was. I was ready to bust right there. Alas I soldiered on. Getting off of me, she bent down on the couch. I still get hard thinking about how she looked. Bent over doggy style, boots on her. Her ass looked perfect. I couldn’t help myself. I bent down and kissed her ass. Both cheeks. Took a little bite. I put my lips on her asshole and rimmed her then and there. She was liking it. Sticking a thumb in her asshole I entered her from behind. She screamed in ecstacy and a little pain.
“Aaaah please no ass stuff!”
“Don’t worry babe. Just feeling you up.”
I picked up the pace and fucked her from behind. I grabbed her long hair and her tits for support. This was the best pussy id had in a very, very long time.
“Can we go to the bedroom?” She said as I slowed down to avoid cumming “my feet are killing me”
“As you wish”
I picked her up and she guided me to her room through giggles. I wanted to take every second to enjoy undressing her. I slowly unzipped her boots, taking them off one by one. Throwing her on the bed, I removed each stockings slowly. I kissed her beautiful calves and her feet. It was one of the most primal things I had done. I kept kissing her feet as I entered her missionary. I had never wanted anyone more. As I was on top of her I kissed her passionately, biting each other’s lips. I kissed her all over her pretty face. I could feel I was close and I told her as such.
“Cum on my face daddy”
I quickly got off and took my condom off. She got on her knees and kissed my cock. She looked directly at me. It was like I was in the middle of my own porn. She sucked my balls as I jerked myself. Finishing hard on her face and tits. My own whore, sitting there drenched in my cum. She cleaned up and we lay on the bed for a while. Kissing. Caressing each other. We slept like that.
It’s been a couple of months, but we’re still hooking up every now and then. She’s a Mallu Catholic, I’m a Punjabi hindu. Marriage isn’t in the cards for either of us. What is definitely on the cards is untethered sex. She brings out something very primal in me. And for one of the most intimidating women at my workplace, I bring out the submissive doll no one would expect. We’re non exclusive, so my other hook ups aren’t something I’ve stopped. But I havent told her as well.
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