From the moment she walked into the office, Sanjana had me lusting after her. I was immediately impressed by how great she looked. I felt my face flush in embarrassment and I tried to look away but I couldn't. Completely unaware she was being watched, she pushed her long hair out of her eyes as she scanned the room. I gave a nervous laugh and kept looking at her, my eyes following her everywhere she went, her hips moving gently.

Sanjana was really striking: she had an oval face, wide set eyes of dark brown colour, and an abundance of rich dark hair. She was wearing a very simple black dress with very fine straps that left her creamy shoulders bare. The dress was tightly fitted to her bosom, accentuating her breasts, and clung snugly to her slim waist and over her hips, displaying her splendid thighs. Under it there was the suggestion of a very good, full figure.

She was everything a man could want. It wasn't a simple matter of being attracted to her. It wasn't a simple matter of wishing I could have her. I wanted to go up to her and tear her clothes off her supple body and take her right then and there. I had to have her.

As the days went on, my knowledge of her grew, and I was even more convinced I had to have her. My erection was nearly instantaneous when she walked in every morning. I could practically sense her arrival at the office and would already be looking in her direction even before she entered the room.

But the real thing was her open blouse. She had to know the number of days she worked beside me with an extra button or two undone. She had to know my eyes would constantly be gazing down her shirt and catching revealing glimpses of her bras. I never saw her breasts, but the shiny lace would be so visible across her flesh. She must have known, in fact, she must have purposefully tantalized me.

But she was married. She had been married for two years. I knew she wouldn't have sex with me. Her marriage was her bound to traditions and customs. She always talked about her husband, who she was totally in love with. I must admit, it made me quite jealous.

I certainly took every opportunity I could get to flirt with her. She usually allowed a little flirting, and sometimes even initiated it. It never went too far though, and she would always remind me that she is married, with a laugh and a smile, whenever I tried to go too far.

"Let me make this clear to you. I take my marriage very seriously and I'm averse to men like you who find amusement their only purpose in life. So I won't be getting to know you better. But thank you for the offer." Her hair was the most glorious deep black, piled atop her head in heavy, silken waves and I wished nothing more at the moment than to free the pins holding it in place and watch it tumble onto her shoulders.

"Perhaps some other time," I murmured, thinking I'd never seen such luscious peach skin, nor eyes like hers.

"There won't be another time."

"If I were a ladies' man-"

"But you are." It was the talk of town at the moment for I had the reputation of being a libertine. I smiled.

"It was merely an expression. If I were a ladies' man, I'd say we are about to become good friends."

"You're too arrogant. I'm not eighteen and easily infatuated by a handsome man, even one with your remarkable good looks."

"Now I'm not only fascinated by your dazzling beauty. I am intrigued by your confident attitude."

"Because of this, you think me available?"

"So blunt, Sanjana."

"You are interested in taking me to tea, I presume."

"We'll do whatever you like," I replied, the suggestion in my voice so subtle.

"You've more than enough ladies in your life. You won't miss me."

"You're sure?" he murmured.

"I can't change your mind?"

"Absolutely sure...and no," she firmly declared.

"A shame."

"Speak for yourself. I have a gratifying life. If you'll excuse me," she said as she rose to her feet. " I have an appointment elsewhere."

"May I offer you a ride to your appointment." She slowly surveyed me from head to toe, her gaze coming to rest after due deliberation on my amused countenance.

"No, you may not."

"I'm crushed," I said, grinning.

"But not for long, I'm sure," she crisply replied and waving at me, she walked away. I followed her progress across the large room and only when she'd disappeared through door, did I look away.

"Wow, she's astonishingly beautiful," I couldn't help thinking.

One day trying my luck, I told her.

"Here, let me help you with your dress, your zipper is open."

"Don't even think about trying to take advantage of me." She said, turning around to let me do the zipper. However, as soon as I touched her, she turned around again and said:

"I think I can handle it from here thanks." She laughed as she grabbed her bag and left the room.

Usually before leaving office, she would say,

"behave yourself tonight?" as if to make sure I think of her in her absence.

"Yes," I reassured her, " I will, but, what about a good night kiss?" I hoped to at least get that out of her. She smiled again, moved in close and pressed her lips against my cheeks. She smiled again and said,

"That's all you get. I'm sorry, but that'll have to do. After all, I'm a married woman. You know that... good night."

It was then Sanjana and her husband decided to throw a party at their home and invited some people from the company. I purposely came alone, hoping for a night of passionate sex with Sanjana, in her own house, with her husband there. I, of course, did not expect it to happen, she would never do something like that, and the opportunity probably wouldn't arise either.

When I arrived at the party, Sanjana answered the door, dressed in a black dress that had spaghetti straps tied around her neck, and was open completely at the back. She looked incredible. I pulled her close, and hugged her. She immediately broke the hug, and smiled at me. She asked " Why didn't you bring a date?" she asked.

"That would just impair my chances of flirting with you." I replied.

"You are hopeless", she told me, and walked away.

My palms sweated the entire evening. My heart raced every time Sanjana stepped by me. Her perfume caressed the air. She was dressed with grace and eloquence. With a few buttons undone... Of course I looked down it. My eyes fought to gain sight of her nipples. I know she caught me looking. Several times she looked up at me, but I never broke my gaze from the heavenly sight. She never tried to cover it.

As the night went on, I barely had time with her. At one point I saw her going towards the kitchen. I followed her and saw her heading for the fridge. She opened it and leant over. In one move I came behind her, put my hands on her hips, and rubbed gently. She was so surprised she had to grab the door of the fridge just as she realized who was behind her.

She immediately turned towards me, completely flushed and said. " Listen, Anshu, this can't happen. So please don't embarrass me in my own house, okay?" Her tone was very serious and determined.

"Okay. But, you can't expect me not to take opportunities as they arise. You know how badly I want you Sanjana?" I said.

"Whatever ...just...just don't do that again. Please." She turned, picked up her vegetable tray, and left the kitchen. Now, I knew I had to have her in her house.

My opportunity came soon. I was with a group of guests, in the corner, when I saw Sanjana moving down the hall to her room. My mind raced. Quickly I headed after her and made way to the room. She was alone. Perfect, I thought as I bolted the door.

"Oh it's you again", she said,

"I thought I told you to behave yourself".

"Yeah. But I came to tell you you look as gorgeous as ever," I said.

"You've always looked great in black. It's one of my favourites colours." She did look stunning, her hair pulled back with one loose curl caressing the side of her face. I had a sudden impulse to reach out and twist that curl around my finger. I cleared my throat.

"Listen, Sanjana, thanks for a wonderful evening,"I said, trying to find something to keep her longer.

"It's ok," she replied.

"I hope I'll be seeing more of you tonight," I added with a smile.

"I doubt it," she said,

"I have to attend to my other guests."

"You know that dress send mixed signals," I said quietly.

"All aggressive on the outside, all soft and feminine on the inside. Like you." I couldn't resist, I leaned forward and touched her cheek lightly with my hand.

"Forget it, I'm married," she said, quickly stepping back.

"You are sure you don't want to?" I stopped, but didn't take my hand away.

"Well if you are sure, you are sure," she smiled.

"I won't spend more time with you, Sanjana," I said softly.

"I love being with you. " I brushed the loose curl back from her face. Then gently caressing her cheek,I moved down the side of her neck, touching her gently.

"Don't" she said, but she didn't move back.

"I want to kiss your neck, and slowly unbutton your blouse. I want to feel the smoothness of your breasts in my hands."

Sanjana didn't move. I lifted her heavy mass of hair, put my mouth on her neck, letting my breath warm her skin, my tongue sliding down the hollow of her collarbone, then working its way slowly back to her ear.

Sanjana appeared to be in a trance. I wanted her to be unafraid. I wanted her to want this as much as I did. My heart was absolutely pounding. My body was alive with heat that exited through my breath. I looked the length of her exposed knees and up to her thighs and into the eventual darkness under her dress. Once more Sanjana stopped me.

"Anshu, stop it. We have to stop now. You agreed. Anyone could catch us here."

"Sanjana, you know you want this. I can see it in your eyes. I don't care anymore what we agreed upon, I want you and I know you want me.