. . I look in the bathroom mirror seeing my tank top on the small of my back and my black panties exposed above my white skinny jeans. I adjust my bra...and tank top as I walk into an empty stall. I slide my jeans an panties down, sitting on the toilet. My hand between my legs, I rub my clit softly. I know I said its gross but sometimes things just turn you on. I slowly rub my fingers up an down my wet slit, moaning softly. The loud noise of the door opening makes me freeze in place. The sound of. Her husband is working for a well known software company, Time went by… she was one of the best performers in my team. We used to spend lot of time chatting. Discussing about the project. I used to steal glances on her figure… her ass & boobs (perfectly hidden). She used to wear salwar kameez, jeans & all. I used to dream about if I could get a chance to fuck her man. God Listened to my wishes, We got a project and for that I had to go to office on Saturday & Sunday’s I was the only guy in the. Aarthi said not to worry, instead she said she is glad to have a youth in the same compound that is naughty. I was a little relieved. She came near me and gave her bra to me and asked, is this the biggest in this complex you have seen ? I said no. Kala aunt’s is the biggest. She said that my observation was correct. She asked me if I have ever seen how a lady wears it, and how it holds to the body of a woman. I said no, unfortunately. She told me, that I would have a chance to see it soon.. This shocked her as much as it did me. They were always happy together and George had worshipped her when I knew them. Apparently he had met a 20 year girl at a strip club and they were in love. He didn’t want the family life and Tara had been nagging him too much to start a family. He left that night. Tara said she had been struggling to make ends meet. Her family tried to help as best they could but she couldn’t pull the mortgage together every month and lost the house. She sold her.