My ride back home:<\/p>\n
The work at office was hectic I
\nlooked at the time on the office clock. 11:15 pm. I had a customer message to
\nsolve. I had started working from 8 am in the morning and I was dead tired at
\n11:15 in the middle of the night I could not understand a single line of code
\nwritten by me, let alone trying to figure out other’s code. It all looked like
\nmatrix stuff. Something went wrong with our software bought by our customer. <\/p>\n
Probably some smart ass changed
\nsome lines of code and the entire program went into infinite loop and now it\u2019s
\nup to me (offshore team as they would call it) to save the world here. I looked
\naround from my cubicle, emptiness an array of empty tables and chairs, monitors
\n, phones, white boards filled with threatening undecipherable algorithms, empty
\nconference rooms where fiery heated discussions and exchange of ideas from one
\nbrain to another <\/p>\n
I had taken place were now the
\nonly silent spectators to my quest to solve these bugs tonight. No living
\ncreature in sight near and far. Probably they were all sleeping comfortably in
\ntheir bed. My manager had a heart made of pure 24 carat solid stone.He left
\nsharp at 5 pm in his newly bought Honda city to avoid traffic. But before
\nleaving he send his last e-mail addressed to me cc’ing the customer that the
\nissue will be solved by EOD no matter what (of course end of day meant that my
\nday should <\/p>\n
Only end when the issue is solved
\neven if it took me whole night and the next day morning to finish this. He came by my seat before leaving and gave me
\nhis dumb smile. He did not have a clue what the issue was but he acted in such
\na way that if the issue had it been addressed to him he could have solved it in
\n10 mins straight. Hey Deeps! That\u2019s his style of addressing me, short form for
\nDeepti I think it won\u2019t take long right? <\/p>\n
Piece of cake for you: I kind a
\nhave a feeling that whenever he talks to me he looks at my breasts rather than
\nmy face. With my appraisal just around the corner I could do nothing but to give
\nhim my “Colgate” smile. His stare was still fixed on my breasts. He
\nsomehow got back to his senses and forced his eyes to look at my face.my lips
\nto be more exact. Mail me the status before you leave, dont forget that ok? I
\nnodded and he smiled again and he left. <\/p>\n
Here I was now still trying to
\nfix this bug. My neck hurt like hell. My backbone was so strained that it could
\ncrumble anytime. My fingers hit the keyboard and it sounded like what? Typewriters!
\nHow hard do they make this keyboard nowadays? My brain had given up on this
\nissue long back but I knew I had to somehow finish this. I went back to
\ndebugging. At close to 11:51 on my computer screen I finally figured out the
\nsolution.<\/p>\n
Though it was quite simple I was
\nin a state of bliss my neural network which understands logic still works. Thank
\nGod for that I jumped around in my cubicle I would have happily ran naked
\nscreaming eureka all around the office but that’s madness.Couple of more years
\ndoing coding and I would reach that state too. Earlier today morning i randomly
\npicked a shirt and a long skirt for work from my cupboard. <\/p> \n\n
I felt so lazy to even choose a
\nproper dress. This shirt was so loose fitting now. That\u2019s cos I had lost a
\ncouple of kilos after I joined gym. I weighed 52 now pretty ok for my 5 ft 6
\ninch tall frame. I was 24 now and my mom had put up my new reduced weight pic
\nin some stupid matrimony site along with the older one. Now my matrimony
\nprofile looked like some advertisement for some weight reduction programme.<\/p>\n
Like those before and after
\nsticker ad’s that you find on some lamp-posts on the roadside. One picture in
\nwhich, I looked kind of plump around my belly area and the other one where I
\nwas slim and trim. God save my mom and she gets these stupid calls from some
\njunk punks who consider themselves nothing less than hunks asking for my hand
\nin marriage nice try, mister! <\/p>\n
I reject them outright much to my
\nmom’s disappointment, leaving that aside now, coming back to the office, thanks
\nto the cost cutting measures in my company they promptly switch off the damn
\nAC’s at 6 pm. It got so hot that i had removed the top two buttons of my shirt.
\nThough it did no good but i felt a bit relaxed as the air flowed in through the
\nopenings on top of my shirt and also through the sides of the sleeves. I wrote
\na long mail to the customer cc’ing my manager on how complex the issue was. <\/p>\n
Of course the mail will have the
\ntime 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 cab
\nhome. We had this late night drop facility if in case some poor girl like me got
\ndumped with work and had to fight all night to solve some nasty godforsaken
\nissues that no one wants to take up.<\/p>\n
The security called my extension
\nand told me that there were no more official office cabs left so he had to
\narrange for some local cab service for my drop. It wilI take him some time
\nbefore he could arrange me one I just wanted to hit my bed and sleep like a
\nlog. I dozed off in my seat. The office phone rang nonstop till my brain sensed
\nsome faint sound and ordered myself to come to my senses to pick it up. Hello,
\nI murmurred.<\/p>\n
The security had found me a
\ncabbie that would drop me home at this ungodly hr. My watch read 12:17 am. My
\nhouse was little far away from office. Takes me 1hour 45 mins to reach home in
\ntraffic but today I was hoping to reach in 1 hr at this time of the night. I
\npacked up my stuff. I took the elevator down to the reception. I signed the
\nregister near the gate and the security guard pointed me to a white Tata Indica
\nparked near the gate.<\/p>\n
I went near the car the front
\ndoor was open for me to sit. But there was no driver in sight. I sat in the
\nfront seat and pressed the horn. Coming, maimsaab, I heard the voice. I saw a
\nman emerging out of the bush. He was taking a leak oooooh bloody hell! In my
\nconfusion to get home I had forgotten to take a leak myself. Out of the blue my
\nbladders felt heavy as if some unknown force refilled my kidney with urine like
\nthose bartenders fill <\/p>\n
Those pitchers with beer
\nautomatically when it\u2019s empty in pubs forcing us to drink more and pay more. What
\na stupid comparison to state! I finally decided to hold on to all the liquid
\nwaste inside me till I reach home. The cab came and sat, closed his door.
\nTouched the feet of a Ganesha’s idol fixed on his front panel and murmured a
\nsilent prayer before turning on the ignition. Nice guy! I confirmed in my mind.<\/p>\n
Normally they should send a
\nsecurity guard along with me but noone accompanied me today. But this cabbie
\nlooked decent with all praying and stuff. I decided not to panic and get some
\nsleep on the way back. I opened the window and leaned back on the seat. Not
\nmuch comfortable but the breeze started hitting my body and i felt cold as my
\nsweat evaporated. I felt better. I opened window fully. <\/p>\n
As he drove faster the wind
\nstarted hitting me with stronger force. “You can adjust the seat, madam.
\nThe Cabbie spoke. He pointed me to a lever which pulls my seat backwards.
\nOfcourse i knew abt it. I pushed it back and now my seat became a semi sleeper
\nbed. Nice, I leaned back and closed my eyes tried to get some much needed
\nsleep. But the wind hit me hard. I had not tucked in my shirt, <\/p>\n
Actually my shirt ended where my
\nskirt started. I had not worn any slip inside. I wore a bra. The wind was
\ntrying to lift my shirt up and there was danger of my entire stomach being
\nexposed to the driver. I held on to the shirt hard not allowing it to rise. But
\nthe wind was hitting me harder every second. I decided to close the window. I
\nasked the cabbie to put on the AC. Non AC cab madam. Now it was like a toaster
\ninside. <\/p>\n
Nothing moved. The heat radiated
\nfrom the engine making me sweat again. There was water in my bag and I drank it
\nin a gulp. What a stupid thing to do. Shit! My bladder gave me an error message
\nnow, before it just showed a warning. We techies usually ignore the warning
\nmessages blindly. But error messages have to be solved. Now it sounded like a
\n“Stack overflow exception where on mother India have you seen a toilet on
\nthe highway when you needed one urgently. <\/p>\n
I prayed to god to make this
\ndrive back home faster. I was getting boiled alive inside the car.I was tired my
\neyes were drowsy and I feeling suffocated. The driver never gave a damn about my
\ncondition. He kept driving pretending like I never even existed. Can\u2019t blame
\nhim, even he wanted to get back home. He looked like someone in mid 30’s,
\nfather of 2 small kids probably, No mush thank god.<\/p>\n
He did not fit the looks of a
\npsychopath serial killer who hunts overworked, underpaid, bladderfull,
\nsuffocated, tortured, drowsy programmer on her way back home in the middle of
\nthe night nor did he? To hell with my thoughts I decided not to be so paranoid
\nanymore. All I knew was that I will die in here with everything so hot. I
\ndecided to open my side of the window. <\/p>\n
The wind came back and hit my
\nface with full force I layed back on my seat. The wind now again got back to
\nits previous job of lifting my shirt up. I kept my hand on my stomach. I had to
\napply some amount of force to keep the shirt from getting lifted. This was
\ndraining all my energy. I cursed myself for wearing this shirt today. I closed
\nmy eyes and slowly let the sleep take control of me. My hands started loosening
\nits grip on the shirt.<\/p>\n
My hands slowly slide away from my
\nstomach, letting the wind take control of my body. I was too tired to resist. I
\ncould feel the wind hitting against the bare flesh of my stomach. It actually
\nfelt very nice. I had worn the skirt far below my belly button I knew I had to
\ndo something to cover my stomach but the feeling was so powerful that I let the
\nwind touch me all over my stomach. <\/p>\n
I regained my senses soon I was
\nin a state of semi undress the wind had worked hard and lifted my shirt to the
\nmaximum extend possible till above my ribs. My skirt was loosely tied around my
\nwaist. I was sure the faint hair growth was surely visble. I immediately pulled
\ndown my shirt to cover my navel but the damage was done for sure and how long
\nhas this guy seen me like this? I looked at the watch still 12:40. <\/p>\n
Probably for 7 minutes I would
\nhave dozed off. I looked at the driver there was no emotions on his face.
\nZombie movies would have been inspired by people like him. I again leaned back
\nto my seat. The driver had also lowered the window at his side. There is no
\npoint now fighting with the wind, I relaxed and lay back. The wind immediately
\nlifted my shirt high above revealing my navel. This time I did nothing to pull
\nit down.<\/p>\n
To hell with the driver and he
\nhas seen me in this state before. What\u2019s the point of hiding it now. I tried to
\nrelax chai? The cabbie spoke again. What chai? He said he was feeling sleepy so
\nneeded one to stay awake. I said no. The thought of chai again made my bladder
\nsend a shooting pain to my pussy. I clutched my stomach. He looked at my
\nstomach and then again to my face? <\/p>\n
Do you have stomach pain, madam?
\nI was actually letting this guy take a free view of my exposed navel now. I
\nsaid No. The pain in my kidney was unbearable now and reached a stage where i
\nll end up dirtying his cab. I gathered up some courage and told him that i
\nwanted to use the toilet urgently. He looked at my stomach again and said that
\nthere is no public toilet anywhere and i should use the bushes like he did. <\/p>\n
I said no way. I ll hold on till
\nwe reached. He nodded and continued driving. The feeling was unconrollable now.
\nI looked at the driver. He said there is a chai stall nearby and he will buy
\none chai and park the vehicle further away and pretend like he is drinking chai
\nand meanwhile I can go and take my leak by walking little further away from the
\nmain road. Sounds intelligent! But will it work? <\/p>\n
I asked him to stop where there
\nwill be no type of life forms within 1 km radius where I am going to pee. He
\ngave me a disgusted nod. He stopped the car and bought 2 plastic glass filled
\nwith chai. He asked me to hold it. He told me even I can have the chai after
\ntaking the leak. Whatever I was dead scared now. Considering the fact that I let
\nthis cabbie see my navel show for free I should accept that now I have gained
\nsome experience in public exposing.<\/p>\n
He stopped the car in a deserted
\narea of course the vehicles behind us continue to speed past us. Had they known
\nwhat I am up to, they would have surely slowed down to get their quota of free
\nshow.Educated, modern, sober woman pissing on the roadside. Wah! What publicity
\nI gave him back the chai glass I kept my chai in front of the dashboard in
\nfront of me. I looked nervously all around. He looked at me and at his watch.<\/p>\n
If you wait some more time Madam
\nand you can piss in broad day light. Oh, he is making fun of me now. Yes, Yes, has
\nyour fun too I thought in my mind. I got out of the car. I started walking
\ntowards some bushes off the road.Madam! He called me from behind. I got scared
\nand ran back to the car. What happened? Did someone come? No he replied incase
\nif someone comes what will you do? He asked me? <\/p>\n
I said i\u2019ll run back to the car.
\nWhat else? He looked at me again but did not speak back. I was getting
\nfrustrated now my stomach will burst any moment now. What, I shouted at him?
\nSay it. He looked down and said? How can you run fast with your underwear
\nbetween your legs? What? Oh ho like that? He was worried I will loose time to
\npull up my panty in case someone sees me. <\/p>\n
So what should I do? I ll switch
\noff the lights you can remove it here and keep it here in the car, wtf? I was
\nshocked to hear this. I mean agreed he saw my navel, but come to think of this,
\nevery women’s navel is exposed to a certain extend when they wear saree nothing
\nto be ashamed off, but removing panty in front of a cabbie is a horror story.
\nNo, I told him. I am sorry madam; I was just worried about your safety that\u2019s
\nall. <\/p>\n
Damn it! Why is this guy like
\nthis Ok, I said but, in one condition, you will not look this side. No problem
\nmadam.Actually my panty was wet and I did not want him to see it. What am I
\ndoing at 1 am siting inside this cab. I inserted my hand from below the skirt
\nas I lifted my hand to reach for my panty. I realized that in this process I am
\nalso lifting my skirt along with my hand. <\/p>\n
When my hand reached my thighs,
\neven my skirt had also been lifted exposing my thigh. I looked at the driver
\nand he was looking at the other direction. I cannot lift my skirt all the way
\nup to my panty its stupidity. I let the skirt remain lifted till up to my
\nthighs. I undid the knot of my skirt. Loosened it and inserted both my hands
\nand pulled down my panty.<\/p>\n
It was such a sloppy action that
\nif the cabbie was looking he could have seen my entire assests clearly. I tried
\nto calm myself down. I started taking long breaths. With some effort I pulled
\ndown my panty. I kept the panty back in my bag. But before I could tie the knot
\nof my skirt and pull down the skirt from below my thighs. The cabbie turned
\ntowards me and asked if I am done. I screamed. <\/p>\n
I tried to pull down my skirt
\nhard but in that haste my hand hit the chai glass kept in front of me and the
\nentire chai fell all over my shirt and skirt. I jumped as a reflex and my panty
\nslid down further revealing the driver most portion of my ass. The cabbie in
\nthe confusion and tension automatically brought forward his hand and tried to
\nwipe away the chai from my skirt pulling it further down bringing my vagina in
\nhis full view. <\/p>\n
There was shock in his eyes. The
\npain of the hot tea touching my stomach and thighs was also unbearable. I went
\ninto hysteria and desperately tried to cover my modesty but it did no good as I
\nstepped on my long skirt thereby pulling it further down. The driver understood
\nmy state of mind and clutched both my arms and told me to stop panicking. It\u2019s
\nalright I tried to cover my pussy with my hands. He again pressed both my arms
\nwith his hands and told me to calm down.<\/p>\n
I regained my senses. There I was
\nwith my shirt lifted and my skirt half way down sitting in front of the unknown
\nperson. I stared at him. He opened a small compartment on his car and took out
\nand cloth. He slowly wiped the chai from my navel. I was in a state of shock. I
\nwas drained and had no power to react. He sensed that. He removed my hand
\ncovering my vagina and slowly wiped the chai from there too. <\/p>\n
He then slowly pulled down my
\nskirt and removed it from below my legs. I was numb. He spread my legs apart
\nand wiped the cloth in between my things and also wiped my vagina.I was sitting
\nbottomless in a car now with this driver touching my private parts. Madam he
\nshook me again. I did nothing to cover my vagina and he has seen me naked below
\nmy stomach.<\/p>\n
No need of going to the bushes to
\npee, Madam, He said.. He stretched his hand and from back seat he pulled out a
\n1.5 ltr Miranda bottle and gave it to me. I gave him a confused look and he
\nkept the bottle in between my legs and pressed the nozzle part near my pee
\nhole. I was ashamed and humiliated, little aroused, can\u2019t deny that, but yes, i
\npeed inside that bottle with him watching me. <\/p>\n
My mouth was dry and no words
\ncame out. It was like watcing a movie in mute. He took the bottle from me and
\nclosed it with a lid and threw it out of the window. It was 1:20 am and the
\nroads were near deserted. I sat bottomless in the car too shocked to say
\nanything. He then raised the window near my side. It was a black tinted glass
\nand also raised the one in his side. My skirt was lying in the back seat. <\/p>\n
He started the car and took it
\nforward. I made no attempt to wear my skirt. I sat with my legs spread in the
\nfront seat. He stopped the car in a corner of a road. He then slowly made me
\nlie back on my seat and pulled it back to the maximum extend possible. I was
\nnow lying flat on the seat. He slowly kept his hand on my thighs. I did not
\nhave the power to take his hand off. <\/p>\n
My mind screamed that this was
\nall wrong but I did nothing. He brought his hand and started removing my shirt
\nbuttons. He removed all my buttons and spread my shirt apart. I wore a black
\nbra inside. He lifted me gently and removed my shirt. He slowly unhooked my bra
\nfrom behind and removed that too. I lay stark naked in front of him. He bends
\nforward and started massaging my breasts. <\/p>\n
I left out a moan that\u2019s the
\nfirst sound that came out of me after a long time. He bend forward and started
\nsucking my nipple this hand started fingering my pussy my vagina was so wet and
\nit had expanded to accomodate not two but three of his fingers. I felt a
\nshrudder through me as his fingers found my G Spot. I shivered and shook in his
\narms as he sucked my pussy clean. I was in such a state that i least cared
\nabout anyone seeing us in this state.<\/p>\n
There was sound of the zip
\nopening and I realized that I am going to get my first sex. But the cabbie did
\nnot insert his tiger in to me but pulled me towards him. I brought my face
\nclose to his penis. I was so aroused that I sucked his swollen head of his
\npenis and drank his entire sperm when he cum. He fingered me again till I
\ngot multiple orgasms. I lay spent, naked next to the driver. He dressed but did
\nnot let me dress up.<\/p>\n
He kept carressing me all the way
\nhome. When we neared my house and he openned his pant and I again asked for his
\nmuch needed last blowjob and he kept pressing my breasts and licking my navel.
\nI finally got the will to get out of the car and go home. I slept peacefully in
\nmy house. Shit! I did not even ask his name. I don\u2019t care much though. Life is
\nsimple Enjoy it. Let\u2019s not complicate it unnecessarily.<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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