Perils of Amishi – Chapter 4 – Co-worker assault continues

Scene guide –

Scene One – The Dreams: I keep having some weird dreams

Scene Two – The Contact: We get in touch, once again

Scene Three – The Confession: Amishi narrates how her co-worker continued to assault her

Scene Four – End of Chapter Four

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After hearing the previous story with her coworker, I was not only devastated but also of the notion that I finally got the closure I had wanted. I thought I was finally done living in the past, had wrapped up this shitty phase of my life for good and ready to move on. Little did I know that I wasn’t off the hook just yet.

Scene One – The Dreams

I woke up with a jolt on my bed, eyes wide open. It was still dark so I checked the time on my phone. Just a few minutes passed 3 am. “Not those weird dreams again”, I sighed.

Since my catching up with Amishi and listening to her confessions, I started having these lewd dreams. They occurred almost regularly and I used to see my ex in compromising situations with different people. This time I saw her naked, trying to cover her privates with her hands, while her coworker sat beside her laughing.

I checked myself and indeed, I had a boner, once again. “Why am I getting aroused, I should be angered” I thought. Yet my erection didn’t subside. Maybe it was my body longing for physical intimacy with her or maybe, just maybe I had started getting turned on by her ordeals.

I tried to shake off these thoughts but soon I had opened up my messaging app to check Amishi’s display picture. There she was, wearing a tight white top, smiling at the camera. I focused on her boobs and could see the bra outlines faintly.

In no time, I was jerking off at full speed, remembering all the details of her story with a vivid imagination. I finished off sometime later but made a big mistake. While I was closing the app, I mistakenly initiated a video call. Though I was quick to cut it, the call already got registered, which means Amishi would be able to see it. Too tired to think about it, I just dozed off.

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Scene Two – The Contact

The first thing I did when I woke up the next day was to check my phone. I was afraid how Amishi would react to my late-night call but to my surprise there was absolutely no message from her side.

A part of me was relieved but I was also disappointed a little. Perhaps that indeed was actually was our last meeting.

I was about to call it a day and retire when a message popped up on my screen. “There?”, it read, by Amishi.

“Hey, yes..” I started typing, about to explain the previous night’s accidental call when she messaged this instead “I thought you would contact me sooner to know the details I left out last time.”

Surprised for a moment I now recalled that she had mentioned that there were more details remaining. I wasn’t even planning to dig more into it but since opportunity presented itself, I quickly deleted my explanation and typed in “Yes, sure, shall I call?”

My phone started ringing, it was her. I took a comfortable position on my bed and picked up the call.

And thus began another one of her narratives.

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Scene Three – The Confession (in her own words)

I thought things would become extremely awkward the next day at the office but Suresh behaved surprisingly normal with me. He greeted me like every day else, we chatted a little and it got me thinking that whatever happened was just a moment of passion. I even thought that he would eventually apologize to me. But I was wrong.

It was lunch time and as usual and I went with Suresh towards the lift. Finding it empty, I hesitated, considering our recent encounter.

“Come on, we’re getting late”, Suresh said in a demanding manner. I quickly hopped in and stood at a distance from him.

Suresh pressed the buttons and came closer to me. “What’s wrong? Issues with work?”, he asked, sensing my nervousness.

“No, I’m okay”, I said meekly, looking away. I took out my phone from my purse, trying to avoid any further conversation but suddenly I felt his hand on my buttocks.

Shocked at the sudden intrusion I looked towards him but was at a loss of words. Suresh simply smiled and tightened his squeeze on my right ass cheek.

“Suresh, please”, I finally muttered with pleading eyes. “Shh”, he replied and moved his hands towards my ass crack. I tried to move away but unfortunately I was standing in the corner.

I was wearing Salwar-Kurti that day. The Kurti was of thin material, offering least resistance to his prying hand. The cloth went deeper into my crevice as he pushed and squeezed further. My panties didn’t help much either.

I grabbed his hand and tried to push it but he was too strong. His fingers were already nudging my asshole, making me very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, the lift door started opening and Suresh quickly withdrew his hand. I thought of adjusting my dress but we were greeted by a big crowd so I gave up the idea of doing so. Thankfully my Salwar was a long one which completely hid my crumpled Kurti lodged into my ass crack.

Lunch went normal and it was only during my next washroom break that I was able to readjust my dress, unwary of the fact that it would soon be messed up again.

The rest of the day went well and it was only during the evening that Suresh came up to my desk and said softly, “Hey, I’ll drop you tonight”.

Getting tensed at the sudden proposition, I blurted out “My roommate’s there Suresh, she’s already back from office”.

Suresh simply laughed and replied, “I just wanted to drop you off till your home, what are you thinking anyway?”. Embarrassed, I simply nodded and said OK.

Wrapping up my work for the day, we headed off. The lift was crowded this time hence Suresh didn’t get any chance for further assault. We were soon downstairs and boarded an auto, sharing seats with another guy; Suresh sat in the middle. The auto took off and it wasn’t long before I felt a hand on my knees.

I immediately grabbed his hands and looked at his face.