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Fire of Desire

From the moment she walked into the office, Sanjana had me lusting after her. I was immediately impressed by how great she looked. I felt my face flush in embarrassment and I tried to look away but I couldn't. Completely unaware she was being watched, she pushed her long hair out of her eyes as she scanned the room. I gave a nervous laugh and kept looking at her, my eyes following her everywhere she went, her hips moving gently.

Sanjana was really striking: she had an oval face, wide set eyes of dark brown colour, and an abundance of rich dark hair. She was wearing a very simple black dress with very fine straps that left her creamy shoulders bare. The dress was tightly fitted to her bosom, accentuating her breasts, and clung snugly to her slim waist and over her hips, displaying her splendid thighs. Under it there was the suggestion of a very good, full figure.

She was everything a man could want. It wasn't a simple matter of being attracted to her. It wasn't a simple matter of wishing I could have her. I wanted to go up to her and tear her clothes off her supple body and take her right then and there. I had to have her.

As the days went on, my knowledge of her grew, and I was even more convinced I had to have her. My erection was nearly instantaneous when she walked in every morning. I could practically sense her arrival at the office and would already be looking in her direction even before she entered the room.

But the real thing was her open blouse. She had to know the number of days she worked beside me with an extra button or two undone. She had to know my eyes would constantly be gazing down her shirt and catching revealing glimpses of her bras. I never saw her breasts, but the shiny lace would be so visible across her flesh. She must have known, in fact, she must have purposefully tantalized me.

But she was married. She had been married for two years. I knew she wouldn't have sex with me. Her marriage was her bound to traditions and customs. She always talked about her husband, who she was totally in love with. I must admit, it made me quite jealous.

I certainly took every opportunity I could get to flirt with her. She usually allowed a little flirting, and sometimes even initiated it. It never went too far though, and she would always remind me that she is married, with a laugh and a smile, whenever I tried to go too far.

"Let me make this clear to you. I take my marriage very seriously and I'm averse to men like you who find amusement their only purpose in life. So I won't be getting to know you better. But thank you for the offer." Her hair was the most glorious deep black, piled atop her head in heavy, silken waves and I wished nothing more at the moment than to free the pins holding it in place and watch it tumble onto her shoulders.

"Perhaps some other time," I murmured, thinking I'd never seen such luscious peach skin, nor eyes like hers.

"There won't be another time."

"If I were a ladies' man-"

"But you are." It was the talk of town at the moment for I had the reputation of being a libertine. I smiled.

"It was merely an expression. If I were a ladies' man, I'd say we are about to become good friends."

"You're too arrogant. I'm not eighteen and easily infatuated by a handsome man, even one with your remarkable good looks."

"Now I'm not only fascinated by your dazzling beauty. I am intrigued by your confident attitude."

"Because of this, you think me available?"

"So blunt, Sanjana."

"You are interested in taking me to tea, I presume."

"We'll do whatever you like," I replied, the suggestion in my voice so subtle.

"You've more than enough ladies in your life. You won't miss me."

"You're sure?" he murmured.

"I can't change your mind?"

"Absolutely sure...and no," she firmly declared.

"A shame."

"Speak for yourself. I have a gratifying life. If you'll excuse me," she said as she rose to her feet. " I have an appointment elsewhere."

"May I offer you a ride to your appointment." She slowly surveyed me from head to toe, her gaze coming to rest after due deliberation on my amused countenance.

"No, you may not."

"I'm crushed," I said, grinning.

"But not for long, I'm sure," she crisply replied and waving at me, she walked away. I followed her progress across the large room and only when she'd disappeared through door, did I look away.

"Wow, she's astonishingly beautiful," I couldn't help thinking.

One day trying my luck, I told her.

"Here, let me help you with your dress, your zipper is open."

"Don't even think about trying to take advantage of me." She said, turning around to let me do the zipper. However, as soon as I touched her, she turned around again and said:

"I think I can handle it from here thanks." She laughed as she grabbed her bag and left the room.

Usually before leaving office, she would say,

"behave yourself tonight?" as if to make sure I think of her in her absence.

"Yes," I reassured her, " I will, but, what about a good night kiss?" I hoped to at least get that out of her. She smiled again, moved in close and pressed her lips against my cheeks. She smiled again and said,

"That's all you get. I'm sorry, but that'll have to do. After all, I'm a married woman. You know that... good night."

It was then Sanjana and her husband decided to throw a party at their home and invited some people from the company. I purposely came alone, hoping for a night of passionate sex with Sanjana, in her own house, with her husband there. I, of course, did not expect it to happen, she would never do something like that, and the opportunity probably wouldn't arise either.

When I arrived at the party, Sanjana answered the door, dressed in a black dress that had spaghetti straps tied around her neck, and was open completely at the back. She looked incredible. I pulled her close, and hugged her. She immediately broke the hug, and smiled at me. She asked " Why didn't you bring a date?" she asked.

"That would just impair my chances of flirting with you." I replied.

"You are hopeless", she told me, and walked away.

My palms sweated the entire evening. My heart raced every time Sanjana stepped by me. Her perfume caressed the air. She was dressed with grace and eloquence. With a few buttons undone... Of course I looked down it. My eyes fought to gain sight of her nipples. I know she caught me looking. Several times she looked up at me, but I never broke my gaze from the heavenly sight. She never tried to cover it.

As the night went on, I barely had time with her. At one point I saw her going towards the kitchen. I followed her and saw her heading for the fridge. She opened it and leant over. In one move I came behind her, put my hands on her hips, and rubbed gently. She was so surprised she had to grab the door of the fridge just as she realized who was behind her.

She immediately turned towards me, completely flushed and said. " Listen, Anshu, this can't happen. So please don't embarrass me in my own house, okay?" Her tone was very serious and determined.

"Okay. But, you can't expect me not to take opportunities as they arise. You know how badly I want you Sanjana?" I said.

"Whatever ...just...just don't do that again. Please." She turned, picked up her vegetable tray, and left the kitchen. Now, I knew I had to have her in her house.

My opportunity came soon. I was with a group of guests, in the corner, when I saw Sanjana moving down the hall to her room. My mind raced. Quickly I headed after her and made way to the room. She was alone. Perfect, I thought as I bolted the door.

"Oh it's you again", she said,

"I thought I told you to behave yourself".

"Yeah. But I came to tell you you look as gorgeous as ever," I said.

"You've always looked great in black. It's one of my favourites colours." She did look stunning, her hair pulled back with one loose curl caressing the side of her face. I had a sudden impulse to reach out and twist that curl around my finger. I cleared my throat.

"Listen, Sanjana, thanks for a wonderful evening,"I said, trying to find something to keep her longer.

"It's ok," she replied.

"I hope I'll be seeing more of you tonight," I added with a smile.

"I doubt it," she said,

"I have to attend to my other guests."

"You know that dress send mixed signals," I said quietly.

"All aggressive on the outside, all soft and feminine on the inside. Like you." I couldn't resist, I leaned forward and touched her cheek lightly with my hand.

"Forget it, I'm married," she said, quickly stepping back.

"You are sure you don't want to?" I stopped, but didn't take my hand away.

"Well if you are sure, you are sure," she smiled.

"I won't spend more time with you, Sanjana," I said softly.

"I love being with you. " I brushed the loose curl back from her face. Then gently caressing her cheek,I moved down the side of her neck, touching her gently.

"Don't" she said, but she didn't move back.

"I want to kiss your neck, and slowly unbutton your blouse. I want to feel the smoothness of your breasts in my hands."

Sanjana didn't move. I lifted her heavy mass of hair, put my mouth on her neck, letting my breath warm her skin, my tongue sliding down the hollow of her collarbone, then working its way slowly back to her ear.

Sanjana appeared to be in a trance. I wanted her to be unafraid. I wanted her to want this as much as I did. My heart was absolutely pounding. My body was alive with heat that exited through my breath. I looked the length of her exposed knees and up to her thighs and into the eventual darkness under her dress. Once more Sanjana stopped me.

"Anshu, stop it. We have to stop now. You agreed. Anyone could catch us here."

"Sanjana, you know you want this. I can see it in your eyes. I don't care anymore what we agreed upon, I want you and I know you want me."

But I knew I could say nothing to change the moment's thought. So I moved to kiss her.

"What did I just tell you just now?" she again protested.

"I wanted to do that for so long," I whispered in her ears, and as I slowly slid my hand under her dress.

"I said 'don't'", she pulled her face away, but didn't remove my hand. I looked at her quizzically, a half smile playing around the corner of my mouth, my voice seductively casual "why not?" " Because I can't," she said pleadingly, as my hand continued to move under her skirt.

She didn't move as I placed my hand on her left thigh. Her eyes looked down and away as a maddening jolt of energy spiked through my fingers and across my body. I was touching a part of her that I never thought I would. I rubbed my hand slightly against the exposed skin. So smooth. She was frozen stiff. I moved my left hand to her cheek, and turned her towards me. Her face was radiant. Her long hair fell to her shoulders as her head turned.

"Do you want me to stop", I asked, letting my fingers brush against against her inner thigh with increasing pressure.

"We shouldn't..." she said as my fingers moved closer to her panties.

"Why ...?" I looked at her with amusement, my finger still working on her.

"Would you take your hand off there, please? I don't want this," she manged to say.

"Yes, you do," I continued to graze my fingers over her crotch.

"I don't..." she protested. She tried to keep her voice level, but her breath was now in quick little gasp.

I pinned her to the wall like a butterfly, letting her flutter for a minute before I said "you want it... but you won't admit it." My voice was barely a whisper. She put her hands on my chest to push me away, and just as she pushed, I grabbed her with both hands and held her. For a long moment, she fought against me and tried to get away.

Finally, she looked into my eyes, and mumbled, "I hate you."

Determined to make this go further, I knew I had to act quickly.

"Shut up and kiss me," I said, as I brought my lips to hers again. This time, her lips closed on mine, and we quickly found ourselves in a heated embrace. My arms were around her before I realized it. Our mouths kissed with fever. My tongue curled against hers as her hands moved against my cheeks. The moment of truth had passed. Sanjana and I were going to have sexual intercourse.

I was uncertain of what to do. There were so many parts of her I wanted to touch, so many parts of her I wanted to see. Should I feel her breasts first? With one swift move, I backed her again to the wall. She watched as I undid her straps and exposed the upper portion of her chest. I had to see her breasts. I had to see and touch those nipples. I had to feel those poking nubs against my tongue, teeth, and mouth.

My hands felt her chest as it heaved under me. The touch was like cream. The smoothness made me push my cock against her harder. I was leaning against her now. Undoubtedly she could feel my erection against her leg.

Swiftly I put my mouth on the top of her breast, and I heard her gasp at the sensation as I licked along the edge of the bra, outlining each breast with my tongue. I slid the straps of her bra down to her arms, pulling it down under her breasts, freeing them. I licked her nipple, sucking on it gently, then harder and harder, making her moan with pleasure.

My own body had hiked her dress way up, and I could see the white panties beneath. I started to move my hand to it, but instead cupped her right thigh, my finger barely pressing against her panties. Again, I wasn't sure how much she would appreciate me enjoying this. I rubbed my hand between her legs, pressing against her thigh but letting the slightest pressure push against her.

Almost roughly I hiked her dress up to her hips and I fell to my knees and kissed her panties with a feverish lust.

"Oohh..." she moaned softly as she stroked my hair. The look in her eye confirmed what I had always suspected. She could never give herself to me by her own free will.

Then I pulled down her panties to her knees, letting her feel the cool air on her bare skin. I knew what pleasure I was giving her. Already her hips were moving toward me in a simulation of sex.

Her hands reached for the buckles of my belt, but I held away from me, whispering urgently, " what does the lady want, tell me what you want?"

And she moaned " please". She was shaking all over, sweat running down her face, and on her breasts.

As we continued, we heard voices just outside the room. Her husband's voice was one I recognized just a few feet away, around the corner, and the fear of being caught washed over me. She had heard it too. Her inner battle began. Her mind knew that we faced discovery at any moment, and that we absolutely should stop immediately. But the growing, wonderful sensation in her, was winning the battle.

I felt her body tremble as I lifted her and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I clumsily opened my zipper and took out my cock. Sanjana squirmed. I entered her in one quick, hard thrust. She weep out, but I silenced her with my mouth, my tongue meeting hers, sucking on it. I moved my pelvis hard against her, thrusting into her over and over again.

"Uhh... uhh.." she moved forward, pushing herself onto my cock. I started to hump her slowly as I kissed her neck and rubbed her breasts. Her cunt tightened around my cock, squeezing pleasure from it like a soaked piece of clothing. I had to savour the moment.

I loved the way she kept clutching at my ass, grabbing at me, roughly, almost painfully, pulling me more deeply into her, harder and harder each time. Just as I picked up the pace, she buried her head in her arm to avoid from screaming. We could still hear her husband's voice through the thin walls. He was probably only ten feet away.

"Oh,.. oh, Sanjana..." Her fingernails dug into my buttocks and as she stiffened against me, I felt my own orgasm rising, scalding within me. I lowered my hands to her waist, as loads after loads I shot sperm inside her. Stifing our weep we came at each other one last time, arching up, way up, then collapsing, panting over each other.

We waited, breathing heavily, while time and space came back to normal.

"God...you are so good at that," Sanjana said, and it sounded like a complaint. I kissed her face gently all over.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," I whispered.

I picked up her bras and handed it to her wordlessly. Silently she put it on, tied the shoulder straps of her dress and turned to go. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the cheek. " You are one of a kind."

I closed the door behind her and leaned against it, still out of breath. I felt better, more alive. I waited a few minutes and then went to join the guests. I however did not stay long and moved to the door. For me the party was over.

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