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My office CabMy ride back home:The work at office was hectic Ilooked at the time on the office clock. 11:15 pm. I had a customer message tosolve. I had started working from 8 am in the morning and I was dead tired at11:15 in the middle of the night I could not understand a single line of codewritten by me, let alone trying to figure out other’s code. It all looked likematrix stuff. Something went wrong with our software bought by our customer.Probably some smart ass changedsome lines of code and the entire program went into infinite loop and now it’sup to me (offshore team as they would call it) to save the world here. I lookedaround from my cubicle, emptiness an array of empty tables and chairs, monitors, phones, white boards filled with threatening undecipherable algorithms, emptyconference rooms where fiery heated discussions and exchange of ideas from onebrain to anotherI had taken place were now theonly silent spectators to my quest to solve these bugs tonight. No livingcreature in sight near and far. Probably they were all sleeping comfortably intheir bed. My manager had a heart made of pure 24 carat solid stone.He leftsharp at 5 pm in his newly bought Honda city to avoid traffic. But beforeleaving he send his last e-mail addressed to me cc’ing the customer that theissue will be solved by EOD no matter what (of course end of day meant that myday shouldOnly end when the issue is solvedeven if it took me whole night and the next day morning to finish this. He came by my seat before leaving and gave mehis dumb smile. He did not have a clue what the issue was but he acted in sucha way that if the issue had it been addressed to him he could have solved it in10 mins straight. Hey Deeps! That’s his style of addressing me, short form forDeepti I think it won’t take long right?Piece of cake for you: I kind ahave a feeling that whenever he talks to me he looks at my breasts rather thanmy face. With my appraisal just around the corner I could do nothing but to givehim my “Colgate” smile. His stare was still fixed on my breasts. Hesomehow got back to his senses and forced his eyes to look at my face.my lipsto be more exact. Mail me the status before you leave, dont forget that ok? Inodded and he smiled again and he left.Here I was now still trying tofix this bug. My neck hurt like hell. My backbone was so strained that it couldcrumble anytime. My fingers hit the keyboard and it sounded like what? Typewriters!How hard do they make this keyboard nowadays? My brain had given up on thisissue long back but I knew I had to somehow finish this. I went back todebugging. At close to 11:51 on my computer screen I finally figured out thesolution.Though it was quite simple I wasin a state of bliss my neural network which understands logic still works. ThankGod for that I jumped around in my cubicle I would have happily ran nakedscreaming eureka all around the office but that’s madness.Couple of more yearsdoing coding and I would reach that state too. Earlier today morning i randomlypicked a shirt and a long skirt for work from my cupboard.I felt so lazy to even choose aproper dress. This shirt was so loose fitting now. That’s cos I had lost acouple of kilos after I joined gym. I weighed 52 now pretty ok for my 5 ft 6inch tall frame. I was 24 now and my mom had put up my new reduced weight picin some stupid matrimony site along with the older one. Now my matrimonyprofile looked like some advertisement for some weight reduction programme.Like those before and aftersticker ad’s that you find on some lamp-posts on the roadside. One picture inwhich, I looked kind of plump around my belly area and the other one where Iwas slim and trim. God save my mom and she gets these stupid calls from somejunk punks who consider themselves nothing less than hunks asking for my handin marriage nice try, mister!I reject them outright much to mymom’s disappointment, leaving that aside now, coming back to the office, thanksto the cost cutting measures in my company they promptly switch off the damnAC’s at 6 pm. It got so hot that i had removed the top two buttons of my shirt.Though it did no good but i felt a bit relaxed as the air flowed in through theopenings on top of my shirt and also through the sides of the sleeves. I wrotea long mail to the customer cc’ing my manager on how complex the issue was.Of course the mail will have thetime stamp which means they will know I was up late night. Happy with today work I called the security guard at the gate and asked him to allot me a cabhome. We had this late night drop facility if in case some poor girl like me gotdumped with work and had to fight all night to solve some nasty godforsakenissues that no one wants to take up.The security called my extensionand told me that there were no more official office cabs left so he had niğde escort toarrange for some local cab service for my drop. It wilI take him some timebefore he could arrange me one I just wanted to hit my bed and sleep like alog. I dozed off in my seat. The office phone rang nonstop till my brain sensedsome faint sound and ordered myself to come to my senses to pick it up. Hello,I murmurred.The security had found me acabbie that would drop me home at this ungodly hr. My watch read 12:17 am. Myhouse was little far away from office. Takes me 1hour 45 mins to reach home intraffic but today I was hoping to reach in 1 hr at this time of the night. Ipacked up my stuff. I took the elevator down to the reception. I signed theregister near the gate and the security guard pointed me to a white Tata Indicaparked near the gate.I went near the car the frontdoor was open for me to sit. But there was no driver in sight. I sat in thefront seat and pressed the horn. Coming, maimsaab, I heard the voice. I saw aman emerging out of the bush. He was taking a leak oooooh bloody hell! In myconfusion to get home I had forgotten to take a leak myself. Out of the blue mybladders felt heavy as if some unknown force refilled my k**ney with urine likethose bartenders fillThose pitchers with beerautomatically when it’s empty in pubs forcing us to drink more and pay more. Whata stupid comparison to state! I finally decided to hold on to all the liquidwaste inside me till I reach home. The cab came and sat, closed his door.Touched the feet of a Ganesha’s idol fixed on his front panel and murmured asilent prayer before turning on the ignition. Nice guy! I confirmed in my mind.Normally they should send asecurity guard along with me but noone accompanied me today. But this cabbielooked decent with all praying and stuff. I decided not to panic and get somesleep on the way back. I opened the window and leaned back on the seat. Notmuch comfortable but the breeze started hitting my body and i felt cold as mysweat evaporated. I felt better. I opened window fully.As he drove faster the windstarted hitting me with stronger force. “You can adjust the seat, madam.The Cabbie spoke. He pointed me to a lever which pulls my seat backwards.Ofcourse i knew abt it. I pushed it back and now my seat became a semi sleeperbed. Nice, I leaned back and closed my eyes tried to get some much neededsleep. But the wind hit me hard. I had not tucked in my shirt,Actually my shirt ended where myskirt started. I had not worn any slip inside. I wore a bra. The wind wastrying to lift my shirt up and there was danger of my entire stomach beingexposed to the driver. I held on to the shirt hard not allowing it to rise. Butthe wind was hitting me harder every second. I decided to close the window. Iasked the cabbie to put on the AC. Non AC cab madam. Now it was like a toasterinside.Nothing moved. The heat radiatedfrom the engine making me sweat again. There was water in my bag and I drank itin a gulp. What a stupid thing to do. Shit! My bladder gave me an error messagenow, before it just showed a warning. We techies usually ignore the warningmessages blindly. But error messages have to be solved. Now it sounded like a“Stack overflow exception where on mother India have you seen a toilet onthe highway when you needed one urgently.I prayed to god to make thisdrive back home faster. I was getting boile
d alive inside the car.I was tired myeyes were drowsy and I feeling suffocated. The driver never gave a damn about mycondition. He kept driving pretending like I never even existed. Can’t blamehim, even he wanted to get back home. He looked like someone in mid 30’s,father of 2 small k**s probably, No mush thank god.He did not fit the looks of apsychopath serial killer who hunts overworked, underpaid, bladderfull,suffocated, tortured, drowsy programmer on her way back home in the middle ofthe night nor did he? To hell with my thoughts I decided not to be so paranoidanymore. All I knew was that I will die in here with everything so hot. Idecided to open my side of the window.The wind came back and hit myface with full force I layed back on my seat. The wind now again got back toits previous job of lifting my shirt up. I kept my hand on my stomach. I had toapply some amount of force to keep the shirt from getting lifted. This wasdraining all my energy. I cursed myself for wearing this shirt today. I closedmy eyes and slowly let the sleep take control of me. My hands started looseningits grip on the shirt.My hands slowly slide away from mystomach, letting the wind take control of my body. I was too tired to resist. Icould feel the wind hitting against the bare flesh of my stomach. It actuallyfelt very nice. I had worn the skirt far below my belly button I knew I had todo something to cover my stomach but the niğde escort bayan feeling was so powerful that I let thewind touch me all over my stomach.I regained my senses soon I wasin a state of semi undress the wind had worked hard and lifted my shirt to themaximum extend possible till above my ribs. My skirt was loosely tied around mywaist. I was sure the faint hair growth was surely visble. I immediately pulleddown my shirt to cover my navel but the damage was done for sure and how longhas this guy seen me like this? I looked at the watch still 12:40.Probably for 7 minutes I wouldhave dozed off. I looked at the driver there was no emotions on his face.Zombie movies would have been inspired by people like him. I again leaned backto my seat. The driver had also lowered the window at his side. There is nopoint now fighting with the wind, I relaxed and lay back. The wind immediatelylifted my shirt high above revealing my navel. This time I did nothing to pullit down.To hell with the driver and hehas seen me in this state before. What’s the point of hiding it now. I tried torelax chai? The cabbie spoke again. What chai? He said he was feeling sleepy soneeded one to stay awake. I said no. The thought of chai again made my bladdersend a shooting pain to my pussy. I clutched my stomach. He looked at mystomach and then again to my face?Do you have stomach pain, madam?I was actually letting this guy take a free view of my exposed navel now. Isaid No. The pain in my k**ney was unbearable now and reached a stage where ill end up dirtying his cab. I gathered up some courage and told him that iwanted to use the toilet urgently. He looked at my stomach again and said thatthere is no public toilet anywhere and i should use the bushes like he did.I said no way. I ll hold on tillwe reached. He nodded and continued driving. The feeling was unconrollable now.I looked at the driver. He said there is a chai stall nearby and he will buyone chai and park the vehicle further away and pretend like he is drinking chaiand meanwhile I can go and take my leak by walking little further away from themain road. Sounds intelligent! But will it work?I asked him to stop where therewill be no type of life forms within 1 km radius where I am going to pee. Hegave me a disgusted nod. He stopped the car and bought 2 plastic glass filledwith chai. He asked me to hold it. He told me even I can have the chai aftertaking the leak. Whatever I was dead scared now. Considering the fact that I letthis cabbie see my navel show for free I should accept that now I have gainedsome experience in public exposing.He stopped the car in a desertedarea of course the vehicles behind us continue to speed past us. Had they knownwhat I am up to, they would have surely slowed down to get their quota of freeshow.Educated, modern, sober woman pissing on the roadside. Wah! What publicityI gave him back the chai glass I kept my chai in front of the dashboard infront of me. I looked nervously all around. He looked at me and at his watch.If you wait some more time Madamand you can piss in broad day light. Oh, he is making fun of me now. Yes, Yes, hasyour fun too I thought in my mind. I got out of the car. I started walkingtowards some bushes off the road.Madam! He called me from behind. I got scaredand ran back to the car. What happened? Did someone come? No he replied incaseif someone comes what will you do? He asked me?I said i’ll run back to the car.What else? He looked at me again but did not speak back. I was gettingfrustrated now my stomach will burst any moment now. What, I shouted at him?Say it. He looked down and said? How can you run fast with your underwearbetween your legs? What? Oh ho like that? He was worried I will loose time topull up my panty in case someone sees me.So what should I do? I ll switchoff the lights you can remove it here and keep it here in the car, wtf? I wasshocked to hear this. I mean agreed he saw my navel, but come to think of this,every women’s navel is exposed to a certain extend when they wear saree nothingto be ashamed off, but removing panty in front of a cabbie is a horror story.No, I told him. I am sorry madam; I was just worried about your safety that’sall.Damn it! Why is this guy likethis Ok, I said but, in one condition, you will not look this side. No problemmadam.Actually my panty was wet and I did not want him to see it. What am Idoing at 1 am siting inside this cab. I inserted my hand from below the skirtas I lifted my hand to reach for my panty. I realized that in this process I amalso lifting my skirt along with my hand.When my hand reached my thighs,even my skirt had also been lifted exposing my thigh. I looked at the driverand he was looking at the other direction. I cannot lift my skirt all the wayup to my panty its stupidity. I escort niğde let the skirt remain lifted till up to mythighs. I undid the knot of my skirt. Loosened it and inserted both my handsand pulled down my panty.It was such a sloppy action thatif the cabbie was looking he could have seen my entire assests clearly. I triedto calm myself down. I started taking long breaths. With some effort I pulleddown my panty. I kept the panty back in my bag. But before I could tie the knotof my skirt and pull down the skirt from below my thighs. The cabbie turnedtowards me and asked if I am done. I screamed.I tried to pull down my skirthard but in that haste my hand hit the chai glass kept in front of me and theentire chai fell all over my shirt and skirt. I jumped as a reflex and my pantyslid down further revealing the driver most portion of my ass. The cabbie inthe confusion and tension automatically brought forward his hand and tried towipe away the chai from my skirt pulling it further down bringing my vagina inhis full view.There was shock in his eyes. Thepain of the hot tea touching my stomach and thighs was also unbearable. I wentinto hysteria and desperately tried to cover my modesty but it did no good as Istepped on my long skirt thereby pulling it further down. The driver understoodmy state of mind and clutched both my arms and told me to stop panicking. It’salright I tried to cover my pussy with my hands. He again pressed both my armswith his hands and told me to calm down.I regained my senses. There I waswith my shirt lifted and my skirt half way down sitting in front of the unknownperson. I stared at him. He opened a small compartment on his car and took outand cloth. He slowly wiped the chai from my navel. I was in a state of shock. Iwas drained and had no power to react. He sensed that. He removed my handcovering my vagina and slowly wiped the chai from there too.He then slowly pulled down myskirt and removed it from below my legs. I was numb. He spread my legs apartand wiped the cloth in between my things and also wip
ed my vagina.I was sittingbottomless in a car now with this driver touching my private parts. Madam heshook me again. I did nothing to cover my vagina and he has seen me naked belowmy stomach.No need of going to the bushes topee, Madam, He said.. He stretched his hand and from back seat he pulled out a1.5 ltr Miranda bottle and gave it to me. I gave him a confused look and hekept the bottle in between my legs and pressed the nozzle part near my peehole. I was ashamed and humiliated, little aroused, can’t deny that, but yes, ipeed inside that bottle with him watching me.My mouth was dry and no wordscame out. It was like watcing a movie in mute. He took the bottle from me andclosed it with a lid and threw it out of the window. It was 1:20 am and theroads were near deserted. I sat bottomless in the car too shocked to sayanything. He then raised the window near my side. It was a black tinted glassand also raised the one in his side. My skirt was lying in the back seat.He started the car and took itforward. I made no attempt to wear my skirt. I sat with my legs spread in thefront seat. He stopped the car in a corner of a road. He then slowly made melie back on my seat and pulled it back to the maximum extend possible. I wasnow lying flat on the seat. He slowly kept his hand on my thighs. I did nothave the power to take his hand off.My mind screamed that this wasall wrong but I did nothing. He brought his hand and started removing my shirtbuttons. He removed all my buttons and spread my shirt apart. I wore a blackbra inside. He lifted me gently and removed my shirt. He slowly unhooked my brafrom behind and removed that too. I lay stark naked in front of him. He bendsforward and started massaging my breasts.I left out a moan that’s thefirst sound that came out of me after a long time. He bend forward and startedsucking my nipple this hand started fingering my pussy my vagina was so wet andit had expanded to accomodate not two but three of his fingers. I felt ashrudder through me as his fingers found my G Spot. I shivered and shook in hisarms as he sucked my pussy clean. I was in such a state that i least caredabout anyone seeing us in this state.There was sound of the zipopening and I realized that I am going to get my first sex. But the cabbie didnot insert his tiger in to me but pulled me towards him. I brought my faceclose to his penis. I was so aroused that I sucked his swollen head of hispenis and drank his entire sperm when he cum. He fingered me again till Igot multiple orgasms. I lay spent, naked next to the driver. He dressed but didnot let me dress up.He kept carressing me all the wayhome. When we neared my house and he openned his pant and I again asked for hismuch needed last blowjob and he kept pressing my breasts and licking my navel.I finally got the will to get out of the car and go home. I slept peacefully inmy house. Shit! I did not even ask his name. I don’t care much though. Life issimple Enjoy it. Let’s not complicate it unnecessarily.

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