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Madam couldn’t look at me. Her eyes were glued to the floor, her face flushed with embarrassment. I broke the silence. “So what?” I said, my voice lower now, filled with a new intensity.
She looked up at me, “You don’t understand,” she stammered, “I have this wet mehendi on my hands, and this saree—it’s a costly chiffon saree. If it gets spoiled…”
I cut her off with a sly smile. “So what?” I repeated, stepping closer, my eyes locked on hers. “I can get the key for you. You don’t need to do anything.”
Her eyes widened further, her cheeks turning a deep crimson. “What nonsense are you talking about? Behave yourself!” she snapped, her voice trembling. “You’re just a servant here!”
I leaned in slightly, my voice calm but filled with unspoken desire. “Then maybe I should go to the boss and tell him you refuse to give me the laptop.”
Her eyes flashed with panic. “No… no… He will be furious. He’ll shout at me.”
“Exactly,” I said, my tone growing more playful, “So, don’t you think this is the only solution? Let me take the key for you, Madam.”
She shook her head furiously, panic clear in her voice. “No… never!”
I took another step closer, my voice lowering to a whisper. “Why are you so shy? I’ve already seen everything of yours.”
Her body stiffened at my words, her face now a deep shade of red. She couldn’t meet my eyes, too embarrassed to respond. Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. The Boss yelled at me to hurry up and bring the laptop immediately.
I hung up the call and turned to Madam. “What should I do, Madam? He’s getting impatient. We don’t have much time.”
Madam looked like she was on the verge of breaking. Her breathing became more laboured, and she closed her eyes tightly after a moment of hesitation. She took a deep, audible breath, her body trembling slightly.
In a voice barely above a whisper, she said, “Sweeper is working in the adjacent room. Please close the door.”
My entire body tensed with excitement. My erection was getting in my pants, fully erect at her words. I moved quickly to the door, closing it softly but firmly, sealing us together. When I turned back, Madam was still standing there, her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily.
I approached her slowly, my eyes locked on hers. “Are you sure, Madam?” I whispered. Madam stood there, her head lowered in shy submission like a new bride. Her body language radiated nervousness, but a quiet anticipation also filled the air.
Her breaths were deep, almost rhythmic, as if trying to calm her racing heart. She nodded, still unable to look at me. Her hands were held awkwardly before her, the mehendi glistening wetly on her skin. “I… I can’t do it myself,” she murmured.
I stepped closer to her, feeling the pull between us grow stronger with every inch. My own body reacted instantly, my arousal evident as I took in her presence. The scent of her freshly shampooed hair mingled with the intoxicating warmth of her skin.
My hands trembled as I reached out, gently placing them on her left shoulder. I reached for her. My fingers were trembling as I gently touched her blouse. The fabric was so thin that it was almost as if she wasn’t wearing anything. Her saree was delicately pinned to her blouse.
“It’s pinned,” I murmured, unsure how she’d respond. She didn’t meet my eyes, still staring at the floor, and in a voice barely above a whisper, she said, “Remove it.” Her quiet command sent a thrill through me. I reached beneath her blouse with two fingers, my skin brushing against hers for the first time.
Her body jerked slightly at the touch, an involuntary reaction to the intimacy. I felt her softness under my fingers, her skin warm and smooth. Using both hands, I carefully removed the pin, the silk of her saree slipping through my fingers.
I gently lowered the palloo, and my heartbeat quickened. Slowly, her blouse-clad breasts came into view, their fullness unmistakable. She was breathing heavily now. I could see the faint glisten of sweat near her armpits, the fabric of her blouse darkened with moisture.
The blouse, though still covering her, was transparent enough to reveal the outline of the white bra beneath. I couldn’t resist teasing her, my voice laced with mockery as I asked, “Is it okay to proceed?” Madam nodded shyly, her gaze still fixed on the floor.
“Which side is it?” I asked, my voice softer now, more intimate. “Left,” she whispered, almost too quietly to hear. I placed my hand gently over her left boobs, but there was little space for my fingers to move. I glanced at her, my eyes questioning, and she said softly, “Remove a button.”
My hands moved to the top of her blouse, my palms pressing against her breasts for the first time. Her breath caught in her throat as I released the first hook, revealing the curve of her huge cleavage. The sight of her soft, rounded tits made my heart race.
Without asking, I undid the second hook, and there it was—a small mole on her left breast, glistening with sweat. I undid the second button, and slowly, her whole cleavage came into view. The fullness of her breasts straining against the delicate material of her blouse.
I could see the outline of her bra beneath, a sheer, white fabric that barely contained her. A smirk tugged at my lips as I slid my hand inside her blouse. My fingers trailed along her warm skin until I reached her breast. It was firm, full, and round. My hand explored its contours, feeling the weight and softness.
Her breath hitched as I slid my hand inside. My fingers brushed against the warm skin of her chest. I moved slowly, deliberately, savouring every second.
Her body trembled as I reached further inside, feeling the firm roundness of her breast through the sheer fabric.
“Is this where the key is?” I teased, my fingers lightly grazing her nipple over her bra. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she arched towards me, her body betraying her desire. “The key is in a small purse,” she murmured, barely audible. “It’s… in my bra.”
Her words were so shy that they made my heart skip a beat. She turned away slightly, unable to meet my gaze. Slowly, I moved my hand deeper into her bra, my fingers brushing against the soft material as I searched for the purse. My shaft throbbed painfully as my fingertips grazed her nipple.
It hardened instantly at my touch. She arched her back, her body pushing her breast further into my hand. A soft moan escaped her lips. I paused for a moment, savouring the feeling of her breast in my hand—soft, warm, and yielding. Her nipple was erect, poking against the fabric of her blouse.
Madam’s eyes were closed tightly, her breathing rapid and shallow as her chest heaved. “The purse is… on the other side,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Oh, I see,” I said teasingly. Though I delayed, my fingers lingering on the other end of her breast, gently tweaking her nipple.
She gasped, her body trembling under my touch. I could feel her juices flowing by now, her arousal evident in every movement. My hand moved deeper, searching for the purse. My fingers traced the curve of her breast, lingering just long enough to make her squirm with anticipation.
Finally, I moved my hand to the side where the purse was hidden. I could feel it there, but I didn’t take it immediately. Instead, I let my fingers trail over her skin, teasing and making her wait. As I grasped it, I gave her breast a firm squeeze, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
She looked up at me for the first time, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and desire. Our gazes locked, and I could see that she was fully aroused, her body aching for more. With a wicked smile, I placed my palm directly over her nipple, pressing and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles.
“Is this the purse, Madam?” I asked casually, my voice thick with desire. Her breaths were coming faster now, her chest heaving as she struggled to contain herself. She was biting her lip, her eyes closed tightly, her body trembling with need. I leaned in close, my breath warm against her ear.
“Is this what you wanted, Madam?” I whispered, my voice low and filled with desire. “For me to touch you like this?”
“You rascal, can’t you find purse till now,” She shouted. I then pressed her nipple hard between my two fingers. She gasped, her head rolling to one side as she started to pant, her body arching towards me in response.
I said, “Your breasts are so big,” I teased, “I can’t seem to find it. I think I’ll need to open the blouse fully.” Her eyes widened, panic flashing across her face, but she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Please… no…”
I withdrew my hand, my fingers sliding out of her bra. I quickly unhooked the remaining buttons of her blouse till she reacted. As it opened wide, her breasts were finally revealed. Barely contained by a sheer, transparent bra. The sight alone made me release involuntarily in my pants.
The small purse was near her armpit on the left side of her breast. I inserted my fingers, pulling it out carefully. But not before brushing her nipple one last time, making her gasp and moan. Her face was flushed now, her skin glowing with arousal and embarrassment.
She let out a soft moan, her body arching towards me as she whispered, “Please… just take it…”
I held the purse in my hand. I stood there, taking in the sight of her. Her breasts, so full and perfect, rose and fell with each laboured breath. I smiled, finally grasping the purse from her bra. But not before giving her breast one last, lingering squeeze.
She gasped, her entire body shuddering as I withdrew my hand. She looked down, her face red, and whispered, “Cover me up now and leave.” She stood there, breathless and trembling, her face flushed with shame and desire. I could tell she wanted more but couldn’t bring herself to ask.
I buttoned her blouse slowly, carefully adjusting her breasts back into place. My fingers brushed against her skin one last time as I adjusted the fabric, covering her again. I pulled the palloo up, draping it over her shoulder, concealing the beauty that had just been laid bare before me.
“Thank you, dear,” I said softly, my tone filled with admiration and satisfaction. “It was… incredible. I’ll be sure to return the favour.”
She blushed deeper, her voice barely a whisper as she said, “Now, take the laptop and go.”
I walked to the Almira and opened it. My hands were still trembling slightly from the encounter. To my surprise, inside, I found three dildos neatly arranged. I picked one up, raising an eyebrow in amusement. But Madam’s voice, now more composed, said firmly, “Leave it, you rascal.”
I put it back with a chuckle, retrieved the laptop, and went to the door. As I drove away, the scent of her body lingered on my fingers, a sweet, intoxicating reminder of what had just happened. The memory of her touch stayed with me, igniting a fire that refused to be extinguished.
Days passed by without long and alone interaction or contact between me and Minu. I saw her occasionally. After that day’s encounter, I saw a change in Madam and discovered she had started watching me while I was working out.
It wasn’t obvious at first, just fleeting glances. But when our eyes met briefly, she quickly looked away, trying to act as if nothing had happened. From then on, I noticed her more often, especially when I came home. She would sneak a glance.
Her behaviour shifted between relaxed and easy when we were alone. But strict and distant whenever her husband was around. It was driving me crazy, filling my thoughts, stirring something inside me I could barely contain.
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