The deep, plunging V of the bra was barely holding her tits in place. The bra was a front clasp (my favorite), and with thumb and forefinger, apart it...came. The cups separated, and her lovely mounds revealed themselves. I didn't touch her tits, but slowly leaned forward and gave each nipple the slightest kiss. She sighed.I continued to slowly undress her until only her panties were still on. I knelt down, kissed the fronts of her thighs, and noticed she didn't shave - unusual for a woman so. .Aunty ko bula kr lao yaar..Sangeeta-wo to raat ko 9 -10 bje aayege..Main bhabhi jee ko bulati hun..Wo to chali gai.Thodi der baad aunty aai.Aunty-neend le li mere raja…Wo to 9 bje aayege.Tum 8 bje sangeeta ko leker chale jana..Aur han wahan sangeeta ko chodne mat lag jana..Chudai k liye main yahin bula lungi…Ab khana khaoge ya kuchh aur loge?Raj-main to dhudh peeyunga..Aunty-meetha dudh…Raj-meetha nahin balki fika…Dhudh wo bhi tumhare boob ka…Aunty-yaar raat ko pilaugi..Ab to bahut kaam pda. ." The doors opened and the mail boy pushed past me saying "...you know my extension looking forward to hear from you..." The doors closed and I went up to my floor, went to my desk and started to wonder what I was going to do. This guy was at least twenty years old and was a no body in the company, but had my future in his hands. I was up for a promotion to supervisor and did not want anything to jeopardize that effort. I picked up the phone and dialed the mail room, the now familiar voice of. It was a pretty bouncy ride back into Brighton and smiler wasn’t much of a conversationalist. But after a few minutes he broke the slience, ‘So.’ ‘Nicki.’ I said. ‘So, Nicki. What…’ ‘Mmmm?’ I turned to him, eyebrows raised. ‘What form will this… ‘appreciation’ take?’ I smiled: I had been waiting for this. I reached over and put my hand on his thigh, ‘Well, that’s kind of up to you.’ ‘I see,’ he replied, ‘Well, I’d say you’re heading in the right direction.’ I slid my hand up his leg towards his.