It had been a couple of years since I started working in an IT company, and I was preparing to go to the US for my master’s degree. A new batch of freshers was recruited, and we had Shruthi (name changed) join our team. She was assigned to my project, and I was asked to help her ramp up.
Shruti was an intelligent, smart, and hardworking girl, both in terms of her intelligence and her appearance. She was on the heavy side (chubby), more of a nerd. She never bothered much about her appearance or makeup and wore very conservative clothing.
Within a few weeks, Shruthi and I had developed a good working rapport. We started going for tea and coffee breaks and lunch together. Since we spent many days working late, we would often have dinner together at the office cafeteria.
I was single and living my bachelor life. I had the habit of going to the gym from the office in the evening from 6-8. Then, coming back to the office, ate dinner at the cafeteria and went home.
One day evening, after I came back from the gym, Shruti was still working. I asked her if she wanted to join me for dinner, and she said yes. While eating, our conversation turned personal (it was nothing new)
Shruthi: You seem to be working in the gym more than in the office. You seem to have lost weight and look toned. Are you trying to impress someone?
Me: As you know, I’m going to the US in a few months, and I tend to impress American girls. Desi girls don’t seem to like me.
Shruthi: So you are saying you have no GF?
Me: Single and ready to mingle. How about you? Any BF?
Shruthi suddenly got sad and upset. Her face dropped and became dull. After a few minutes of awkward silence and me prodding her as to what happened,
Shruthi said: “Do you think boys like to have a fat girlfriend?”
I was trying to frame some sane/acceptable answer when she said, “Will you have a GF like me?” I could not say anything. She got up without finishing the food and left. I tried to message her and call her that night. She did not answer anything.
The next day morning, when I came to the office, Shruthi was already there at work. She came to my desk and asked if we could go for a coffee before I started working for the day. We went to the office cafeteria for coffee.
Shruthi: Look, sorry that I got upset and left like that yesterday. It was not your fault. I just get angry and depressed at times. I was not upset with you. I was just upset at myself.
Me: I’m sorry, too. I did not know what to say. I should not have asked personal questions. But look, if it is just about weight, you can join the gym with me. We almost always stay until dinner for work. It’s refreshing to take a break, work out in the gym, eat dinner in the office, and leave after 9. You can also beat traffic.
Shruti finally smiled and said, “I have been over-conscious about my body and have never been to a gym. If you promise to help me without judging my body, we can go.”
Me: Done. Your wish is my command.
Shruthi blushed and started smiling. Then and there, we called up the gym and registered her. She could join right that day evening.
Shruthi: How can we go today? I don’t have a gym dress or shoes. Nothing.
Me: Don’t start with excuses already. We go shopping first and then to the gym.
After 6 pm that day, we both left the office to go to a nearby mall to get Shruthi her gym attire. She bought her shoes, socks, gym bag, towels, etc., first. And it was time to buy the gym pants and shirt. Shruthi was conservative as she was over-conscious about how she would look in gym tights.
I had to give a lot of pep talk so that she started trying on the gym pants. Shruthi took a couple of gym pants and went into the dressing room. She did not come out for quite a bit. I called her on the mobile to see if everything was ok. She finally came out wearing very tight leggings/ gym pants.
She was conscious of how her thick thighs and juicy ass would look in those tights. The pants showed every line of her curve, including the panty lines. She looked so Lucious at that moment. I had to adjust my pants by putting my hands in my pocket, straightening up the obvious hardon I was getting.
Me: What took you so long?
Shruthi: Why do you think I took so long? It was incredibly tight, and I had to put in a great effort to get into this one. It feels like I am showing everything.
Me: I am not complaining
Shruthi: Shut up! How am I gonna wear this and work out?
Me: It’s simple! Just get an oversized T-shirt which covers all you want to cover.
Shruthi: What do you want me to cover?
Me: If you ask me, then don’t cover anything. You look great in those pants.
Shruthi: Shut up! Tell Me honestly!
Me: Honestly, until you gain some confidence in your own body, you can wear larger clothes. Once you work hard enough to get a body that you are comfortable with, you will show it yourself.
Shruthi: I don’t think I will show anything. I will take these pants with those larger T-shirts.
We went to the gym together. Shruthi was very conscious and shy, but our trainer made her comfortable. She was introduced to a basic set of warmups and exercises. I started my regular workout on the side, from time to time, side-eyeing her, trying to get a glimpse of her luscious ass.
I had an urge to spank that ass then and there OR just go wank myself. It was very hard to concentrate. But I managed to do my pushups and pushed myself a bit harder to distract myself. Shruthi saw me and came near me during her break.
Shruthi: How can you do so many pushups? I could barely get to one.
Me: I imagine a hot lady lying down below me. It automatically gets me to do more than I can.
Shruthi: You never came across as this horny. Is it the gym version of you?
Me: I am always horny, and today I had some special darshan which is driving me a little extra.
She took a while to figure out what I was referring to.
Shruthi: You are a horrible fellow!
She playfully hit me on the shoulders in a fake show of anger.
Me: I blame you.
Shruti: How can you blame me?
Me: Then who else shall I blame? You are the one who showed that juicy ass in tight pants.
Shruthi: Haw! There are many girls/women in this gym with such tight pants. Do you feel like this every day? Is this why you are so regular at the gym?
Me: I use those tight asses as motivation to stay fit. Yours gave me a little extra motivation.
Shruthi: Never thought my fat ass could motivate someone.
Me: Don’t insult those juicy pairs of ass. Not in front of its fan.
Shruthi: (suddenly) Let’s leave now.
I thought Shruthi got upset because I was crossing her limits. I changed my dress, packed my bag, and started to leave. Shruthi had not changed her dress yet and was waiting for me at the exit to leave. I tried to start a random conversation, but Shruthi seemed very nervous and lost.
We got into the elevator in the office and headed to her cubicle; she was still quiet.
Me: Do you want to join me for dinner?
Shruthi: Yes.
She remained silent, contemplating something in her mind. I stopped my unwanted chit-chat, and we ate quietly in silence. It was weird for me, as I wasn’t sure if I had offended her or not. It is hard to understand women, and that confirmed why I did not have a girlfriend.
Once we returned from dinner, Shruthi went into a conference room. She looked at me and stood still. I followed her.
Me: At least speak now, what’s on your mind.
Shruthi: (Stuttering) Your comments on my tights got me thinking.
Me: I am sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you. Don’t stop working out because of that. You started today. We can go at different times.
Shruthi: It’s not that. When you commented on….. my ass… it felt strangely good. Nobody had commented on my body desiring it.
Me: Look, there are plenty of men who find you hot as you are. You don’t have to be a zero-figure model to be liked. In fact, most of the boys I know would prefer your body. They would kill to have a GF/Wife as hot as you.
Shruthi: Don’t lie to make me feel better.
Me: No, I am just saying what’s on my mind.
Shruthi: Tell me, what was on your mind when you saw me in these tight pants?
Me: Well… I…
Shruthi: Go on… Now you’re shy… come on.
Me: Well, the first thought that came to my mind is to grab those ass cheeks of yours and squeeze them so hard. I wanted to bend you over and spank your ass and make those ass cheeks giggle. The next thought was, how can I keep my hardon from poking out in my pants.
Shruthi: Are you hard now?
Me: What do you think?
Shruthi: I think I need proof.
Me: Then lift your large hideous shirt and turn around.
Shruthi: Bring it on.
Shruthi lifted her shirt and gently turned around. Her tight ass in tight pants was inviting me. Her panty line was clearly visible in those tight pants. I always wanted to run my fingers along those panty lines.
Shruthi: What happened? Not hard yet?
I slowly moved closer to her, stroking my dick in my pants. My jeans pants were tight enough to keep my hard dick within limits. I unzipped my pants and moved closer to her. She was looking away from me, with her protruding ass waiting in anticipation.
Shruthi: Can I See your hardon now?
Me: You can see it in due time. How about you feel it?
I moved closer to Shruthi. I gently hugged her from behind. Put my head on her shoulders and thrust my hips forward, poking my hard dick on her ass.
Me: Can you feel it?
Shruthi: Ummmm…
Me: Look what your juicy ass has done to me.
Shruthi brought her hand back, searching for my hard dick. She grabbed my hard dick over my underwear and started playing with it.
Me: Ah, your hands feel softer on my hard dick.
I moved my hands inside her t-shirt, grabbed her boobs over her bra and squeezed them.
Shruthi: I thought you liked my ass.
Me: I like your ass. I now love your tits. I am sure I am gonna love every inch of you.
I grabbed her tits harder and made her remove her t-shirt. She looked gorgeous in her bra and tight pants. I wish I had the patience to look at her more. But my hands were full, and my dick was being played with. Shruthi turned around and pushed my t-shirt away.
My jeans had dropped halfway through to my knees. Shruthi’s hands made a slow entry into my underwear and grabbed the base of my dick. She squeezed it so hard. We had not even kissed before she had taken the control of my dick in her hands.
I started grabbing her face and started kissing her all over her face. My hands were roaming on her back like a lost puppy. The bra strap was indeed a major obstacle, and after multiple tries, I could unhook her bra. And that’s when the magic happened.
The bra opened, but her big tits did not let it fall on the ground. I had to snatch it and throw it on the ground. Now I had the two most beautiful things in my hands with a soft pair of hands stroking my dick. Shruthi now left my dick and started running her hands on my back.
She pulled my undies down and grabbed my bare ass. She started to pull me on her grabbing my ass. I was burying my head between her tits while squeezing them to glory. I pushed Shruthi to sit at a table in the conference room. I started sucking her tits one by one.
I was going crazy on her tits. Shruti brought her hands back to my erection and started stroking it through the length. She pressed her palms on my dick through the length and gently squeezed my balls, cupping them in her warm palms. I squeezed her tits in the same rhythm as she played with my balls.
I buried my face in her cleavage, licking, sucking and biting those boobs.
Shruthi: Ah, you suck on these like a devil. Go easy on them.
Me: You have no idea how many nights they have kept me awake and woken me so hard. I am gonna take out all my pent-up frustrations on them.
Shruthi: It looks like you’re forgetting your original favourites.
I looked at her face quizzically. Shruthi released my hard dick and loaded balls from her hands. She grabbed my hands, released her tits and moved them to her ass. I grabbed her ass like my life depended on it. Started squeezing her ass hard.
Me: Now is the time I fulfil my fantasy.
Shruthi: What is that?
Me: Turn around and bend over on the table.
Shruthi bends over the table with her tits dangling over the table, pushing her ass out. I line up behind her bent-over ass and poke my hard dick right in between her ass cheeks. I caress the ass cheeks with my hands.
Shruthi: So, is this what you wanted to do to my ass all this while?
Spanking her ass with my left hand and then with my right. Squeezing the ass cheeks harder and trying to poke my dick in her butt hole.
Me: Yes, this is what I wanted. I have dreamt of this for so long. Your juicy ass has made me leak so many nights.
Spanking her harder and harder.
Shruthi: Ah, It’s all yours. Take it.
I bend over her pushing my chest on her back, grabbing her tits from behind.
Me: Ahhh, Shuthi… this is mine, your tits are mine… your ass is mine. You are mine.
Squeezing her tits hard, pinching her nipples and rubbing my dick all over her ass.
Shruthi: You have made my lips so wet.
Me: Sorry honey, your tits and ass have made me so crazy that I forgot even to kiss your lips.
Shruthi: Not that lips, you Idiot.
Shruthi grabbed my hands which were playing with her tits, and moved it down to her pussy. My hands cupped her pussy over her mini garden. It was like a leaky bucket down there, which was dripping a lot of juices. I run my hands and rub all over her pussy like rubbing a lamp.
Like a genie, her juice kept getting out. I ran my fingers all over her pussy walls. Dug my fingers into her pussy. I started mining her pussy with my fingers which made her push her ass harder on my dick. While my fingers mined her wet pussy, her ass gyrated over my hard dick.
Shruthi: I can’t take it any more.
She pushed me back, she turned around and slept on the table on her back. She moved her legs wide and said.
Shruthi: Come on now, enough of feeling me around. Get on top of me and take what’s yours.
I got on top of her with my chest pressing up against her breasts and my hard dick poking her belly. She started running her hands all over my back. I tried to grab her face and kiss her lips.
Shruthi: Not now. I want to be kissed later. Now, I just want to be fucked. Take me, Take me now.
Saying that, she moved her hands to my dick, stroked it well and spread her legs wider. She positioned my dick at her pussy entrance and said.
Shruthi: Fuck me, Fuck me now.
She grabbed my ass and started pushing me closer. I started penetrating her pussy. It was so tight. She started flinching and making faces.
Me: Are you sure?
Shruthi: Yes, go in. I can’t wait, tear my pussy
I pushed my dick inch by inch into her pussy. It felt both tight and lubricated. She kept opening up wider and pushing my ass towards her pussy. I went deeper and deeper into her pussy and thrusting in and out of her slowly. We found our rhythm while we got to know each other.
After a few thrusts, my dick went in and out of her pussy in a smooth rhythm. Her pussy tightened around my dick like a bear hug.
Shruthi: Ah, baby, yes. Yes, keep going… like that… ahhhh.
Me: Yes… you are so tight… your pussy is squeezing my dick.
Shruthi: Fuck me, Fuck me, baby. Fuck me more.
Shruthi grabbed my ass and squeezed harder. She ran her fingers between my ass crack. It was as if she wanted to finger my butt.
Me: Shruthi, I’m going to burst anytime soon.
Shruthi: Go deeper, unload your juice in me. I wanna feel your warmth deep inside me.
Me: I am gonna burst.
Shruthi: Fill me…fill me up….I have earned your cum with my sexy ass and tits.. drop every last drop of your cum in my pussy.
Me: Yes, it’s all yours. I have unloaded so much cum dedicated to your ass and tits. Now, I’m going to give you what you always deserve.
I came deep and hard in her pussy, rope after rope. I came like a burst dam. After a series of cum ropes, I collapsed on top of her on the table.
Me: Can I kiss your lips now?
Shruthi: Do you really want to?
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