My New Staff Invited Me For Dinner At Her Room Media #02

Title: A Saucy Serve at Supper

The soft tinkling of crockery and the delectable aromas wafting from the kitchen made my mouth water as I stood outside Naina’s dorm room. My new assistant had invited me over for a home-cooked meal, a kind gesture I was eager to accept. Little did I know, the evening would take a rather naughty detour.

I knocked on the door, adjusting my tie. The door swung open, revealing Naina. My eyes trailed downward, taking in her voluptuous figure barely concealed by a low-cut silk robe. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her flushed cheeks and pouty lips glossed to perfection.

“Come in, come in!” she chirped, beckoning me inside with a sultry smile. As I stepped in, the spicy fragrance of butter chicken and naan enveloped me, igniting my senses.

Naina closed the door and pressed her ample bosom against my arm, guiding me to the dining table. My heart pounded as I watched her hips sway with each step. She pulled out a chair for me, her fingertips grazing my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Please, sit,” she purred, her breath hot against my ear. “I hope you’re hungry for more than just dinner.”

A shiver ran down my spine at her loaded words. I sat, trying to maintain a modicum of composure as Naina sauntered back to the kitchen, her round bottom swaying hypnotically. She returned with a tray laden with steaming dishes and set them on the table before lowering herself into the seat across from me.

We dove into the meal, letting our forks do most of the talking. The food was exquisite, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off Naina as she ate. The way her lips wrapped around her fork, her tongue darting out to lick a drop of sauce from the corner of her mouth—every action seemed charged with sensuality.

After we finished our main course, Naina leaned back in her chair, her robe slipping open to reveal the tantalizing curve of her cleavage. She caught me staring and bit her lower lip, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Would you like some dessert?” she asked, her voice dripping with innuendo.

I swallowed hard, nodding. Naina rose from her seat and disappeared into the kitchen. A few minutes later, she emerged carrying a tray with two bowls and spoons. She set it on the table and revealed the contents—a decadent chocolate mousse topped with fresh raspberries.

“Dig in,” she said, handing me a bowl and spoon.

I took a heaping spoonful of the velvety mousse and savored the rich, smooth texture on my tongue. Meanwhile, Naina scooped the dessert onto her fingers and slowly licked them clean, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

My pulse quickened as desire coiled like a snake in my groin. I matched her seductive gaze, my lips curling into a roguish grin. Naina responded by untangling the sash of her robe, letting it fall open completely. My eyes feasted on her flawless brown skin and the tantalizing sight of her bare breasts, nipples already pebbled with arousal.

I stood up abruptly, my want overriding caution. In two long strides, I was behind Naina’s chair. She turned her head to look at me, her dark eyes smoldering with anticipation. I cupped her face and captured her lips in a searing kiss, tasting the sweetness of chocolate and desire.

Naina moaned into my mouth, her hands fisting in my hair as she deepened the kiss. She broke away, panting slightly, and mumbled, “Bedroom. Now.”

We stumbled to her room, our lips locked and hands roaming. I stripped off her robe and added my own clothes to the discard pile as we tumbled onto the bed. I hovered over Naina’s naked body, drinking in every dip and curve like a man starved.

My mouth claimed a pert nipple as I palmed her other breast, thumbing the stiff peak. Naina arched up, mewling with pleasure, her legs wrapping around my hips. I ground my rock-hard length against her wet heat, groaning at the delicious friction.

I trailed kisses down her sternum, over her quivering stomach, until I reached her glistening folds. I licked through them, savoring her sweet essence. Naina writhed beneath me, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the sheets.

I pumped two fingers inside her tight channel, curling them just so. Naina cried out, tugging me upward by the hair. “I need you inside me,” she demanded, her voice ragged.

I sheathed myself in her welcoming warmth with a deep thrust. We both groaned at the exquisite sensation, rocking against each other in a primal rhythm. Naina dragged her nails down my back, urging me on.

The bed shook with the force of our mating, the air thick with the heady aroma of sweat and sex. I captured Naina’s mouth in a hungry kiss, turning her needy whimpers into muffled moans.

Her inner muscles clenched around me, signaling her impending release. I reached between us to strum her sensitive bundle of nerves, determined to make her fall apart. Naina shattered with a sharp cry, giant spasms wracking her body.

I pistoned my hips a few more times before spilling myself deep inside her, my own climax hitting like a tidal wave. We moved together in a final frenzy until the last aftershock subsided, leaving us languid and sated.

I collapsed beside Naina, pulling her close. We rested in blissful silence, sucking in air as our hearts gradually cooled. The taste of chocolate lingered on my tongue, a tantalizing reminder of the decadent evening.

I never knew dinner could be such a sinfully satisfying affair.