Hi, I am Rohan. At the time of penning this story, I’m 24, single child and mostly always horny. I am in love with my caretaker. I can’t call her a maid anymore. Read the story to know more about her and the relationship we shared.
It all began six months back when I moved to Mumbai (India) for my job. I had applied to a huge fashion design firm and got selected for my work on women’s ethnic wear. I decided to join the company and move to Mumbai. It was a very big firm. So the pay was great even considering Mumbai’s high cost of living.
The company even gave me a joining bonus which was about 3 months’ salary. This came in handy to me as I didn’t know anybody in Mumbai. I moved to Mumbai a week earlier than I was supposed to. Using the joining bonus, I stayed at a mediocre hotel. I booked a hotel booking site.
In that one week, I went flat hunting. On the 4th day, I found a great 2 BHK apartment in a very big housing society. I was looking for a 1 BHK as I was alone. But went for a 2 BHK as my pay was more than enough to sustain myself. Also, having an extra bedroom can be useful when I have guests over.
It is a semi-furnished flat. Meaning only the essential furniture was available at the beginning but it was enough for me. We finalized the rent and I planned to move in next Sunday. Sunday was here and so was I. I didn’t have a lot of stuff. So I unpacked everything in just a single day.
I was off to other chores in no time which also tired me a bit. I bought some groceries in the evening and planned to buy more the next weekend. Now I’m not a very good cook myself but can make do with what I have. I made myself some dinner. Now I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep.
Of the 2 bedrooms, only one had a mattress bed. Meaning there wasn’t an actual bed but just the thick mattress. I was staying alone so I removed all my clothes except my undies and slept. I had a very good sleep that night and woke up fresh the next day.
It was Monday now and my first day at the job. I reached on time and started to know what my job was. In just a week I got a hang of it. What I didn’t get a hang of was managing my home. It was a mess after a week just like the food I made for myself.
I couldn’t get any time to clean the flat as most of my time was spent at work. So I decided to hire a maid. I got to know my neighbors a little and asked the neighbor lady if she could help me find a maid. She told me to ask the building watchman about it. So that I did. I told him I needed a maid to do the house chores and make food for me.
It was Sunday morning around 7:30. I was sleeping when the doorbell rang. I got up, put my pants and vest on and rushed to the door. It was the watchman with the maid. He introduced me to Madhu. She was tall. Exceptionally tall compared to Indian standards.
Me being 5’11” myself, she stood almost as tall as me. So I think she’s 5’9” or 5’10”. She also had a really cute face for a maid and was fairly well built. A little chubby with just the right amounts of fat in all the right places. She has a really wide stance but she was beautiful.
Marathi women typically wear saree with blouses that barely cover their backs. As if the back portion was just meant to hold the two ends together. She was no different. But being so wide and tall made her back exposed more than any normal woman.
I could almost imagine her body line through her blouse. Add to that the fact that her blouse sleeves were as tiny as they’d come. So more and more of her skin was available to be seen. I love tall, well-built, confident women and I instantly admired her. I invited both of them in.
The watchman introduced me to her, gave her info that I was new and what I required of her. She took it all in. The watchman then left leaving me and Madhu to ourselves. I showed her around the house and we talked for a bit. I told her about me.
She worked at an old couple’s house in another wing in my society. She stayed there as her house was very far. And she had no one to go to. She told me she was 48 years old. Her husband had died in a railway accident. So her single son had to take up the duties and become a locomotive driver.
He seldom visited her home in Mumbai. So Madhu had no reason to go home. The old couple (Sharma’s) knew of her situation and allowed her to stay with them in their apartment. I asked her when can she start working. She gave a smirky smile and told me she’s here to work right now.
We both laughed at that and I showed her around the kitchen. She asked if I liked tea or coffee. The answer being tea, she offered to prepare one for me. While she was going through the kitchen and groceries she made me note things that would be needed to get the kitchen running.
I made the list and told her I would get the groceries from the store. She finished her job in the morning and said she’ll return in the evening to make dinner for me (if I had brought the groceries). Yes, she said that to me. She came in the evening at 8.
She looked around the kitchen to find all the groceries that she had ordered. She was pleased and started making me dinner. The food was just amazing and I loved it. I told her as such to which she blushed and thanked me for the compliment.
She asked me what time I leave for the office so she could come accordingly. We decided that if she comes in at 6:30, we could both go our ways by 9. I gave her the key to the house so I didn’t have to wake up so early in the morning to open the door. But me being the idiot I am, slept in just my undies.
She entered the house and started sweeping the floor. When she reached my room, I sensed that she had come. I also remembered that I was almost naked. I almost jumped and pulled the sheets to cover myself. She laughed it off and continued with her sweeping.
After sweeping was done, she came to wake me up and told me that she’s preparing tea for me. I was being careful about not revealing myself and she sensed that. She assured me that she had no problem with me being in my underwear as she knows what bachelorhood is.
I just nodded in shame and waited for her to go to the kitchen. I got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up. My breakfast was ready by then. Madhu had already started to prepare lunch for me to pack in the tiffin. I ate my breakfast and we talked about random stuff. We were becoming more like friends.
My admiration for her was only growing by the day. Her routine continued, while mine changed. Being in fashion design has its perks. I would often work from home on my laptop, especially in the monsoon and send my cloth designs to the office. I would have them make it. I’d bring those clothes back when I went to the office.
After a couple of months, Mr. and Mrs. Sharma came to visit me. They were moving to Australia with their son and would be vacating the flat. This would be problematic as Madhu would have no place to live now. And commuting every day from her home would be tedious for her.
So the Sharmas asked if Madhu could live in my apartment as I had an empty room. I had no problem with that. Madhu and I were close friends by now. We knew almost everything about each other. I knew her family was abusive and didn’t want to make her suffer living with those people. So I agreed.
Before she moved in, I would be pleasuring myself in the living room itself. I would play porn on my laptop and stroke myself while wearing a condom. Condoms reduced the mess so I always had some in my cupboard. Madhu moved in the next Monday and we bid the Sharmas goodbye.
She started arranging her stuff in what little furniture we had. She piled the rest of her stuff on a table in that room. As we were living together and were also close friends, it became normal for us to let ourselves loose. Previously she’d wear thick padded bras.
But now she was wearing laced ones. Which were quite visible from her tight blouses. And as her blouses barely had any back to them, the bra straps would often slip out of them. She’d ask my help to push the straps inside the blouse and I’d happily oblige.
More often than not, she’d remove her saree and would only work in blouse and petticoat as she was more comfortable in that. Contrast that to me working in my undies and t-shirt. It was a killer couple combination but nothing had happened between us. As of yet.
I think she only had about 3-4 pairs of clothes. She’d keep repeating them before washing them so they were pretty worn out already. After Madhu moved to my apartment, I had to take my pleasures back inside my room. Once while cleaning my cupboard she found the box of condoms.
She turned around and kept looking at me with the box in her hand. I saw her and was terrified. She started laughing and asked me when I ever used those. As I was almost always home or office and no girl had visited me in her time there. I didn’t know what to say.
So I told her the truth about using the condoms for masturbation. She was surprised. So I told her how it was less messy than using tissues or other things and she understood. She kept the box back and continued with her work.
One weekend afternoon I was feeling horny. So I closed the door and started a porn movie on laptop thinking Madhu would be asleep. I put on a condom and slowly started stroking myself building the rhythm. I didn’t want to cum too early.
So I was stroking and stopping at intervals and squeezing my dick so I could last longer. This, however, took about 30 minutes. I was still stroking and stopping myself while Madhu came into my room to ask if wanted tea. She saw me with my dick in my hand and porn on my laptop.
The 20 minutes of buildup came to an end and shot a big load of cum in the condom. Madhu knew I had climaxed and started playfully rolling her eyes. I covered myself with the book I had on the side of my table. She said she can still see my dick.
She said, “I already saw the whole thing and there’s no point hiding it now. I’ll wait here till you answer. So it’s your choice if you want me to see it more or not.” I quickly agreed for the tea and ran to the bathroom with my condom covered dick in hand while she watched.
I was embarrassed but not as much as I was horny again. So I shagged myself again. I went to the kitchen. She offered me snacks saying I’d need energy after all the hard work I put in. She asked if I had trash in my room as she was going to take out the trash which I denied.
She gave me a suspicious look and asked bluntly what I did to the condom? So I bluntly told her that I flushed it. She said it should not be done as flushed condoms could block the toilet. She asked me to throw the condoms in a separate box that she had just assigned for used condoms.
I agreed to do as she said. Now she would always know when I had masturbated. But we were both comfortable with that knowledge. So things were going good now, and it was about to get better!