Chapter 8

Characters introduced in this chapter:

The Author(me): A 27 year old single male who just got a new job after few months finding for one

Mrs Patel: The supervisor who is assigned to guide the author on the daily routine of a HR personnel

Setting for the current chapter:

Mrs Patel House: House where Mr and Mrs Patel lived. Its a double storey terrace house

Authors home: A 3 bedroom apartment where the author lives alone

The music did what it was supposed to do. I was hard as a rock by the time Mrs Patel returned. She stopped the music and took the headphones off me, gently caressed my hair along the way. She crept on the bed to my side, her fingers playfully stroked around my belly and my groin. She began to whisper to me with such a sultry voice.

“You have been a very good junior to me, I hope your junior treats me well today,” she whispered as she gave a few pecks on my neck and gently nibbled my ear.

“Do you want to know what I am wearing now?” Mrs Patel asked, her fingers stroked the tip of my pulsating dick. I guessed that she was wearing a towel as she had just came out of the shower.

“As expected from my dear junior, correct answer! Here is your reward,” She proceeded to smooch on my tip. I nearly came as soon as her lips touched my tip. I struggled to keep myself from cumming while she gave some kisses and licked my rod.

After a while, she stopped and I heard as if some heavy cloth was dropped. I guess that she had dropped her towel. The sheer thought of her being naked right in front of me without me being able to see her made me precum again. At this point, my dick started to wildly twitch and pulsate, ready to blow anytime.

Suddenly, I felt something soft, wet and squishy smothered on my face. Shocked, I struggled to free myself from it as I felt as if I could not breath properly. I gasped for air a little in panic, not knowing what was happening in a sudden.

“Dont worry dear, it’s me and my breasts! I was showing you love with them. They are still wet and I need someone to help me to dry them,” she squished her breasts on my face, moving in a circular motion. I gasped for her breasts, hoping that I could suck on her tits as she moved. She giggled as she watched my failing attempt as I felt her moving slowly down my body, rubbing her body against mine. I could feel her movements vividly in my imagination. She then sandwiched my dick in between her breasts, giving me a tit fuck.

Her soft breasts completely engulfed my dick as she moved them in up and down motion. It felt so good and warm and within minutes, I was very near to climax again. I voiced out my predicament and as soon as she heard me, she stopped. My dick twitched wildly begging for a little more pleasure to be released all the pent up cum within me.

“Oh no, not so fast dear. You are going to help me choose my nightwear first,” she giggled and climbed off the bed and opened her wardrobe. Within a few minutes, she climbed onto the bed again and untied my hands. She then sat on my groin, whatever she was wearing softly caressed my already hard, wild dick. She was not wearing any panties as well as I could feel her pussy rubbing on me. She guided my hands to her luscious ass cheeks within her dress.

“Right now, I am wearing a one piece silky light blue nightgown, you can say its a see through as well. it has a slit in the midriff. The dress is also open at the back with a single string holding up my breasts. What do you think about this dear? Does it fit well to your imagination?” Mrs Patel exclaimed while describing her dress. She guided my hands from her ass to the front of her dress, allowing me to grope and feel every curve of her body. I could certainly feel the softness of the dress, the midriff slit that she had described. She brought my hands upwards to her chests, I copped a good feel of her breasts. Seemed like her breasts were loosely held by the string of her dress that extended to her back. She then climbed off the bed for the next cloth I presumed.

“Don’t peek,” she giggled as she changed her cloth. In a few moments she was back on the bed, gently sat on my groin again, but this time, she sandwiched my dick with her ass. It felt as if she wore panties this time as i could not feel her bare pussy anymore.

“For this one, its a two piece night wear. For the bottom one, its a brazilian brief with a little flower petals as a deco on the sides. Let me properly show you,” she guided my hands and allowed me to grope her asscheeks as she grinded on my dick while placing my dick right between her cheeks as she grinded. I could feel the panties much more clearer now. The panties were soft and even though it covered her pussy, it still outlined her pussy perfectly, making it feel as if she was not wearing anything down there.

“Next is the top, its a bra which reveals the lower part of my breasts. The upper part of the bra has a few see through frill extension which covers up to my navels. Its soft and it reveals everything and covers important things at the same time,” she said, as she ran through my hand on the clothes. I could feel the frills, they are very soft just as she mentioned. Again, I copped a feel on her breasts, her lower breasts were exposed but tightly kept within the soft yet firm bra. It feels like if her breasts were any bigger, the bra would be ripped apart

“T ... The cloth felt great, Mrs Patel,” I stammered around my words. My brain was trying to imagine the details of each piece of clothing and tried to visualise them as detailed as possible. I was breathing hard as the clothes felt more and more appealing in my mind.

“Love it when you call me Mrs Patel. I have one more piece of clothing for you dear. I’ll make sure its worthwhile for you,” she replied as she changed to another set of clothes. The bed creaked as she climbed on to it and gently sat on my groin again.