The Presentation
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Hi, this is Chithra ... Posting another figment of my imagination
I am an employee, of 35 years of age working for a firm of reasonable size and is currently growing every year in blistering pace. I am fair, attractive and good looking for my age with height 5 ft 7� and structure 36C 30 38 enough to make heads spin. I have recently been moved to a new section within the vast company as a result of some re-organization. I was all set for the new job.
In the new section I had to work with Mr. Raj. Raj is the distant cousin of M.D and has a bad reputation among the female employees of the company. Rumor has it, that the only reason he was not sent off due to his behavior was that he was related to M.D. Well� anyways, I didn�t have time or patience to delve deeper into these worthless gossips. As I was preparing myself for another busy day, there was a knock on the door. I looked up to find an aging man of mid forties standing there.
�I am Raj and I will be sharing the cabin with you madam�. The office structure is such that 2 to 3 employees share a room, a closed cubicle. I was nodding at him and I found that he was taking his time to evaluate me from head to toe inch by inch with a crooked smile on his face. This irritated me first and sensing his penetrating looks at the right (or the wrong) places, I quickly adjusted my salwar, more so in self defense as it was a pretty low necked one.
He offered me his hand and I shook it formally and as briefly as possible. His palm was wet and greasy. I was walking back to my seat, very conscious of his riveting gaze on my undulating ass so openly. I realized for the first time why he had such a reputation among women. With a sigh, I decided to give the man the benefit of doubt.
I busied myself with my new project work. Ten minutes later, I had to pick up one of my confidential files from the common cupboard for the cabin by the side of his seat. As I was facing the cupboard, I realized that suddenly, his fingers were sliding along my deep butt crevice. I was thoroughly shocked beyond words. I dropped whatever I was holding and turned fast and slapped him hard on his face� and shouted at the highest possible pitch �You pervert!�
Out he went without a word and my face was still beet red with rage for a long time. He was back after some time. I felt sorry for slapping him so hard. So, I quickly apologized before leaving for home and told him to behave in the future. He nodded with a seemingly troubled face. I felt my heart lighten many notches.
There was a marked change in his behavior from the next day. He was minding his business and not giving �those� lusty looks anymore. A week and half passed without any events and I started to get a good impression on him. I really felt that he has changed. He would offer a polite smile at me in the morning and would mind his business. I was partly relieved and partly confused since the stories I heard of him were so dirty. He always referred to me as madam with respect and didn�t chat unnecessarily. He would bring me coffee sometimes as a good will gesture. I started like him as a friend.
Few days passed by. One afternoon, I was preparing for an important presentation to M.D and few important heads in the company regarding my next project while Raj stepped in with a tray and cup of coffee. I had dressed up myself in a light green chiffon saree. It was a semi-transparent. I wanted to impress people that day. Raj was aware that I have this meeting in an hour. The coffee was a welcome break. I was so stressed out. I took the coffee readily with a smile and thanked him. He placed the tray containing the coffee poured on the cup and placed the pot for refill separately on the table with due care. When he was turning he knocked the tray by mistake (?) and the coffee from the cup spilled all over my lap on the saree. I screamed as it was hot coffee and jumped from my chair. He was shaking and muttering �sorry madam sorry madam over and over�. I ran to the wash room in a hurry as I was in pain. I poured the cold water from the tap on my skin at my belly and the area and on the saree which was freshly stained with coffee.
The pain subsided mostly after a few minutes but I had to lower the saree a lot as the skin was still itching and burning a bit because of the hot coffee burns and the cool air on the skin was giving me relief. So, I lowered the wet saree a good couple of inches below my deep navel to air the skin in the lower abdomen region as much as possible. I inspected myself in front of the mirror in the washroom. When the pallu is moved a bit, I was looking positively obscene. That pallu was my only protection and I was cursing my decision to wear a transparent saree that day. The itching sensation will subside in a few minutes. The good thing was the burns were very light and wouldn�t cause any scars. I was saying to myself, �It is only a few more hours and it will be over in the evening�. I coffee stain that I washed was still wet now� but I am sure that it would dry soon
I covered myself with the pallu as securely as I could and walked back to my office. I didn�t tuck the pallu back in since it was giving me irritating sensation. So I let it flow behind my shoulder in my usual way. Without much difficulty, one of the newly joined employees was getting an eyeful of my naked deep navel from his cabin as I walked by and was openly ogling at me. I was ashamed at my predicament, but besides myself I was thrilled a bit. Similar behavior was exhibited with some variation by other male colleagues on the way to my room. When I nodded to my colleague Sekar formally, instead of nodding back at me he nodded back absently at my partially exposed midrib. His room is right opposite to mine. My wet saree might have added to the effect or whatever.