My name is Rohit. I am in my 40s and head the sales and marketing function of a large company that has an all India presence. The incident that I am going to tell you about took place about 3 months ago. There was a large contract that was coming up in Delhi and we really needed to get the contract to push reach our targets. We knew of at least 8 other companies who were going to be trying for this and as price was the key, I had requested the head of finance to come with me to help finalize the bid.
As we had the audit going on, he expressed his inability to come and instead assigned Poornima to come to Delhi and help me. Poornima was a young CA who had joined the company about 5 years ago in Ranchi. She had been posted to Bombay in April and had only spent 2 months in the city. Left with no choice, both of us took the morning flight to Delhi. On the flight, I couldn’t help looking at her through the corner of my eye (I really hadn’t seen too much of her in office till then!).
She was a tall girl – about 5 feet 9 inches, looked reasonably slim but as her duppata was open and over both her shoulders, I really couldn’t quite make out what she had on top. We chatted through the flight and I found out that she had spent all her life in Ranchi and as her parents were school teachers, she was staying in a working women’s hostel in Bombay. She rarely ventured out of the hostel after work and spent Saturdays and Sundays in her hostel room reading – of all things, financial papers! I thought to myself, I am really jacked – have to spend the next 3 days with this accountant.
Even at 10 in the morning, the Wednesday morning in Delhi was hot. The hot loo wind was biting into one’s face trying to pull out every drop of moisture. And then the first unveiling happened. A strong gust of pushed up her duppata and plastered her synthetic kameez to her body. She seemed to have a fairly decent pair up there and my mind started racing to what I imagined would be the Unveiling of Poornima.
We took a cab to the guest house in South Delhi. We were allotted the only 2 rooms that were on the 3rd floor and after freshening up, we left for the office. The briefing turned out to be a shocker as all our assumptions turned out to be incorrect. We rushed back to the guest house to rework out bid, stopping on the way for a quick bite of lunch. We spent the next 6 hours trying to crack the problem without any solution being visible. During this period, Poornima had gradually loosened up and the dupputa would slip off her shoulder on quite a few occasions to reveal some cleavage.
By 9, when I found we were getting nowhere, i decided to take a break. There was a pub across the road and it took me some effort to convince her that Delhi Pubs were safe for girls. This was obviously the first time she had walked into a pub and I must say, the Delhi pubs are much better than the Bombay ones. There were girls who were bartenders mixing the most amazing drinks and the crowd was really so dressed up and hip. Poornima said that she has never drunk and would only have nimbu pani.
I had a quick large whiskey soda and we then had dinner. Poornima’s eyes were constantly going around the pub, looking at the clothes that the girls were wearing. I guess, in her salway kameez, she felt a lot out of place. After dinner, we got back and restarted work. The break was good and things started falling in place. We seemed to have found a possible model. With both of us looking into the same laptop, our legs had been bruising against each other’s all evening. She was now comfortable enough to sit cross legged on the chair with her thigh on mine.
My little man was awaking. But we had other work to complete and so I ignored him. And around midnight, it happened. Poornima took off her duppata and placed it on the back of the chair. In between looking at the figures on the laptop screen and the figure of the babe next to me, my little man refused to be ignored. We finally finished around 4 in the morning, but not before Poornima had caught me on a number of occasions staring at either her tits or her cleavage.
We dropped off our bids before 12 noon and they were opened at 3 pm. From the face of it, it appeared that our hard work had paid off as we seemed to be the lowest bidder. I was tired and just wanted to go to sleep. Poornima however wanted to so a bit of shopping as she had heard that the clothes were great in Delhi. After the first few shops, she surprised me my informing me that she wanted some western clothes. I guess the pub last night had opened up her eyes. I am not one for clothes, but she did pick up what looked like some good clothes. She went into the change room while I stood outside half asleep.
I awoke with someone calling our “Rohit Sir”. I looked in the direction of the sound and suddenly zapped out. Standing in front of me was a babe in a black knee length skirt and a white top. My eyes popped out, my little man awoke and I was left with my mouth open. Over the next 20 minutes, she went through about a dozen outfits, but sadly, all of them in the confides of the change room. We got back to the guest house and both went off to sleep. I was woken up around 6:30 in the evening with my phone ringing.
It was a call from the company to inform me that we had got the contract and that I should come in the next afternoon to collect the award letter. I was thrilled and immediately called Poornima on the intercom. She was thrilled as this was her first major assignment and suggested that we go out to the pub to celebrate.
At 8 there was a gentle knock on my door and on opening it I found a bomb in front of me. A black mini brought out her hairless slim long legs while a black spaghetti top ensured that she was showing the mother of all cleavages. She was here to give the Delhi babes a run for their money. We went pub hopping (I didn’t know that the night life in Delhi rocked so much) and then around midnight she decided that she wanted to have her first drink. I ordered a sweet red wine for her.
It was 3 a.m. when we decided to head back after visiting over 6 pubs. In this time we had eaten, drunk and danced. While we were dancing, her twins seemed to have a life of their own and moved in their own directions.
We reached the guest house and had quite a time to wake up the caretaker. I went up to my room and she … followed me in. She locked the door. She pushed me down onto the bed. I was siting there wondering what was going to happen next. And then Poornima said “You have been staring at them from yesterday, why don’t you do something to them?” Not a second did I waste. My hands went up to those melons. I gently squeezed them. With each squeeze, the valley in between grew deeper.
Her eyes were closed. Her face was in ecstasy. In between, she mumbled, “Rohit sir, you are the first man to touch me, I am a virgin”. I turned her around making her face the mirror as I wanted to enjoy the entire episode. I started by nibbling her earlobes while I kept her hands on her boobs. I could feel her erect nipples through the bra and the blouse. She was already very hot. My cock is not the largest in the world, but all the sale its 7 inches were struggling to get out and get a breath of fresh air.
My love bites slowly progressed down her neck and I pushed the 2 spaghetti straps off her shoulder. Her thin black bra straps where all that were between my mouth and her shoulders. I took my hands off her tits for just a moment and her top fell down to her feet. As I had expected, she had a non-padded nylon bra on. Her peanuts were poking through the bra like 2 small inverted dimples. And below the bra was an absolutely flat belly. Her belly button was deep and long and looked like a small pussy.
I started to kiss her back. Her shoulder blades stuck out like 2 knives. I spent the next 10 minutes licking and kissing every inch of her back. I looked back into the mirror and found that one hand of hers was squeezing a boob while the other was rubbing her pussy. She was about to explode. I released the hook on the back of her skirt and unzipped it. It too fell down showing me some beautiful arse cleavage. My tongue went down the crack of her arse and she jumped. My hands went in front to find that the front of her panty was dripping wet.
I pulled down the panty and in the mirror in front, I saw a nice trimmed bush. I turned her around, pushed her onto the bed and buried my mouth into her already wet pussy. Her cunt had such a feminine aroma about it. Her clit was almost about an inch long and red. She couldn’t take it any and came screaming and spurting huge amounts of fluid from her cunt. She seemed to go off to sleep. What a KLPD!
5 minutes later she was up again and was keen on seeing me. In less than a minute she had my pants off as well as my undies. “Wow!! can I touch him?” was her question. I explained to her how to suck and 5 minutes later she was a pro at it. I’ve never had a deep throat before, but after the initial gagging, she mastered the art of it. 5 minutes later, I exploded into her mouth. Like a good girl, she swollen it all. After the feast, she sat on me, bent forward and undid her bra. Her boobs jumped out and were dangling in front of me like 2 over grown ripe mangoes.
Her chocolate brown nipples were just waiting to be sucked. We carried on sucking and shagging each other till 8 in the morning. After that we had a bath together, changed and went down for breakfast. That afternoon, we picked up the award letter and caught the evening flight back to Bombay. We bump into each other in office occasionally, just smile and go on. Yesterday, she suggested that we go out over this long weekend to Alibaug. She said “I want to get rid of my virginity, I want to become a woman.” But then, that’s another story.
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