I remember his hands, the first time we met, strong and soft against mine as we informally shook hands. He was with another girl that night, and I was...flirting my way into free drinks at the bar, so our paths separated, and very little more was thought of it. It wasn’t until the third time that we met that any thoughts of something more began to tingle at the back of my head, and tingle they did. Tipsy as I was at this tiny party, I made sure that he had reason enough to notice me. ‘Come sit. We arrived at lunch time the following day and the caravan was impressive having everything that was needed. The view out of one side was nothing but other caravans, while the view out of the other was of a hedge and then countryside. We explored the area and found the camp shop, clubhouse and several paths leading through the woods. The first night we got back from the clubhouse a little worse for wear, locked the door, closed the curtains and sat down with a large gin for Karen and a large. He immediately took me in his arms and kissed me. Then patting my ass he said, “get ready Randi. I have something special for you today.” When I tried to ask him about that he just grinned, “curiosity killed the ‘PUSSY’ Sunita.” Come down fast. When I came down 15 mins later he was ready too in a neat white pajama and clean vest. So I guessed we were not going out. But I was wrong. “Sunita I am going to the corner shop. After 5 mins you come down there but not to the shop. Go down the side lane. Though like her brother (my boss) she uses to address me “sir” but she always considered me her friend or family member and light jokes and chit chats on movies and other matters use to happen between us casually.Time moved further and we both started working together even more and I almost started masturbating daily visualizing myself fucking Gunjan Didi in different postures. At my end all this lust was running just in my mind and for Gunjan Didi and the people around me in the office, I was.