My Sexy Officemate - III

I could not take Vathsala out of my mind. She was not a beauty queen as I have mentioned earlier, but she was definitely attractive and sexy. Now that I have had two encounters with her, all very erotic and sensual, she totally occupied my world. And she owed me for what she had last time when I was stuck under her table and I haven’t’ forgotten that.

Vathsala avoided me for the next few days after that incident, and I was getting rather upset about the whole issue. ‘What have I done wrong to her?’ I always wondered. But not until I caught that knowing smile of hers accidentally that I realised that she was playing her old trick again with me – she was trying to arouse me more by pretending to avoid me. “You are a sweet bitch, darling,” I told myself, and I was determined to out do her.

This day, Vathsala wore a very daring dress. A tight blouse with a deep cleavage, and a tight mini with an almost top-to-bottom slit. It showed off her fabulous limbs so well that I saw a couple of guys allow their jaws to fall. Her thighs were shining after a new wax and they were of such a beautiful tan. Her perfectly shaped calves ended in her well-groomed feet. She was wearing high-heels witch accentuated the beauty of her legs. She had French nail-polish on – something that intensified the sensuality of her fingers and toes.

Our office has had common toilets for both males and females since long before the office of Ally McBeal did. Of the three cubicles in the toilet in our department, one at the far end had a very fragile lock – so fragile that if you push it gently while it was locked you could still open it. No one bothered to complain and it was customary for anyone to knock on the door before entering that cubicle – just to make sure it’s empty. Even with this faulty lock, most of us preferred it, as is the case in many occasions, because it was at the far end of the toilet room.

I had a very erect and jumping cock since morning. Vathsala made sure that it stayed that way. She crossed my path numerous times; each time looking at my crotch with that knowing smile and making my cock pulsate within its fabric cage. And more than a couple of times she dropped something on the floor and bent down to take it, exposing a good portion of her back thighs for me. Her short tight skirt rode up each time she did that and I wondered whether she was wearing any panties – I was sure I could’ve seen them if she did.

Towards the lunchtime her teasing of this nature became so frequent I couldn’t hold back any more. I terribly needed to come. But it would not be a good idea to do anything of that kind with her again in the office time and risk getting caught red-handed. But I needed to come so bad. There was only one option. I went in the direction of the toilets – I need to jack myself off.

As I turned around the corner of the corridor that led to the toilets I saw Vathsala going in. She didn’t see me as she had her back to me. I entered the toilets room and closed the door behind me without making a noise. The first and second cubicles were empty and Vathsala was not in the common lobby area. I knew that she’d be in the toilet cubicle with the faulty lock. My heart sprang to my throat again.

I walked over to the cubicle Vathsala was in; my heart was pounding away. I took a deep breath in and pushed the door open. Vathsala screamed from the toilet seat but I managed to cover her mouth with my hand. She calmed down when she saw that it was me, but she still was breathing heavily, her breasts moving up and down with her hands on them.

I closed the door and locked it. Then I turned back and stood just in front of Vathsala looking at her in her seated position. She had not moved. She was seated on the toilet seat, her tight mini skirt drawn up to her waist, and her string-like panty pulled halfway down her thighs. Her hands were still on her breasts, which were still heaving. This time the heaving was not due to the panic – I was sure of that.

‘I just finished when you crashed in’ she said looking directly in to my eyes. I returned the look. ‘Good.’ I said, ‘We have an unfinished business to finish’. ‘Such as?’ she asked. ‘Remember, you owe me one’ I said, and she gave her smile again which drove me crazy.

‘Oh, you poor thing, I’m sure you’d have suffered a lot, haven’t you?’ she mocked. Then she turned around and flushed the toilet. ‘Come here my baby’ she said when she turned back, and reached out to grab my waist belt and pulled me close to her. Then she touched my crotch so gently she would’ve felt my cock throbbing. She rubbed it ever so smoothly that I almost moaned. I felt dizzy merely watching how her manicured, beautifully tanned fingers moved on my body.

She slowly pulled my zipper down and also opened the top button of my trousers – now the trouser was hanging on to my waist-belt from its front loops. She then stroked my bulge through the undies. I felt a rush of precum reaching the tip and a wet patch appeared in my undies. She touched the wet patch with one of her fingers with a smile appearing on her lips. ‘My poor baby’, she said and ran her finger along the shaft of my cock, which she was feeling now. “Oh, please, please take it out’ I wanted to scream, but I remained silent enjoying her torture.

She pulled the hanging parts of my trousers apart so that she had access to a wider area. Then she put both her hands in my trouser fronts and moved them further in to encircle my hips and squeeze my ass. With this she bent forward and placed a soft kiss on my ever-enlarging bulge. Her brown lipsticks attained my undies. My bulge visibly grew under her sexy lips. She reached up with her hands and hooked her thumbs on my jockey. Them she pulled it down, slowly, very very slowly, torturing me more. As it came down pass my bulge, my cock sprang forward like an injured eel. It struck Vathsala on her face and its recoil threw a string of my precum on to the cleavage of her breasts. She reached down to it and wetted her finger with my precum on her cleavage. Then she slowly took that finger in to her mouth, closed those full lips around it, and gently sucked on it, looking in to my eyes, intense feelings showing clearly through her dark eyes. I almost came at the sight.

She pulled my jockey further down. Now she had an open access from my waist, down to my upper thighs. She took my balls in her hands and strocked them gently. I could feel them riding up within their sacs. She then gave a gentle squeeze to them and took my cock in both her hands. It was a mesmerising sight for me. My cock was about six inches, unlike the twelve inches as many guys who failed human anatomy claim to have, and I was circumcised. My cock was rock hard and pulsating visibly. It had a huge dark red head from which precum was flowing steadily, and dripping on to Vthsala’s thighs. She held it in her soft feminine hands and looked at it as was mortally fascinated. She encircled it with her long brown fingers and my darker brown cock contrasted well her lovely shapely fingers and French-polished nails. She slowly moved both her hands, now encircling my cock, gently towards the root of the shaft. My cock took a leap at this and I moaned with pleasure. Her touch was so gentle and smooth than any woman or girl I have ever known. She slid her hands towards the head of the cock and I bit my lips to prevent a louder moan. I could feel my precum rushing out of the tip, on to Vathsala’s thighs, and dripping in to the toilet commode. She took some of the precum in to her hands and lubricated them. She also lubricated my shaft with the same. Then she took my shaft in both her hands and began to jack me off ever so gently, that it took me all the effort not to ask her to go faster. She knew that she was torturing me, and I’m sure she enjoyed it.

I could take it no more. I gave up all my high-headedness. “Vathsala, please suck on it, will you, please, baby” I begged. She smiled. “Yes, my poor thing” she said and kissed the tip of my cock gently. I held my breath when she opened her sweet mouth and engulfed the head of my cock. ‘Mmmhhhhhhh…..hhh” I moaned as I saw her lips close around the neck of my shaft and felt her tongue touch the bottom of its head. Inside her mouth was so hot and moist, I felt as I was going to explode. An electric current ran though my whole body when her tongue began to explore the surface of my shaft. I watched with fascination as she continued to devour almost total length of this meat-stick. Her hands squeezed by balls and she sucked on my cock all the way drawing her head backwards. Then her head shot forward again and drew back again. “Ohhhh…Ohhh….Yes..sss..mmmhh…” I heard me moaning. I had never had come across with such a lovely cock-sucker. I knew that she only had had one guy in her life and couldn’t figure out how she had learned. She was a perfect expert. As she devoured my entire length she also teased it with her tongue, licking and snaking along it all the way in, and all the way out. I ran my fingers through her hair, and closed my eyes, enjoying the wealth of having such a lovely office-mate.

She was going faster now, her right hand gripping and stroking the root of my shaft and her left stroking and squeezing my balls. “Ohhhh….Vathasalaaaaaaaahhhhh…yesss…” I heard me moaning louder and louder, and I grabbed her hair and forced my entire thing in to her moth. She gagged once but expertly took the entire thing in – and out – and in- and out. I felt a knot tightening in my belly and my toes curling. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhh…ooohhhhhh” I moaned, arched forward pushing my entire length in to her throat, clutched on to her hair and shoot my jism in to her sweet warm and moist mouth. It would have shot deep in to her throat that she gagged but continued to lick and suck on my cock. I had not come in four days and I felt that my coming is not going to end. My cock took violent leaps as a jet after a jet of white sticky cum shot out from its tip into Vathsala’s mouth and on to her face and head and dripped in to her cleavage of the blouse. She swallowed most of it, licking them off my shaft and corners of her mouth. Only when the final drop of it is drained did she stopped working on my cock.

Then there was a knock on the door.

[To be continued]