“Get the door, it’s the new maid,” screamed my cousin while he was on a work call. My work gets spread over the day and just like most business graduates catering to middle management, I was also working from home.
I opened the door and laid my eyes on Manju. She didn’t demand a second look at first, the salwar was faded and there was a chunni she draped around her neck. Her jawline was nice but the rest of it seemed ordinary to begin with.
Manju had a very specific routine for the house. She would cook, do the laundry and sweep/broom individual rooms. She was efficient and had a certain energy that she exuded. Over the next few weeks, I got acquainted with her.
She was from a town about 400 km from where I stayed, studied till class 5th only but was quick to grasp things. There was a certain clarity in the way the new maid spoke about the world and things. And her honesty about her shortcomings and lack of organized schooling seemed to keep her inquisitive and knowingly restrained in some way. What was clear from her energy and zeal was that she could be much more, but it did not come with a bitter restlessness, but rather a patient wait with present contentment.
She asked about my work and gave an honest attempt to understand it. It was clear she took to noticing her surroundings well and I would catch her noticing my notebook, laptop, and the websites I visited.
The new maid seemed to have gotten familiar with my work schedule as well. After 3 months, I gifted her a basic smartphone, so that she could easily navigate YouTube and up-skill her cooking. YouTube opened a world of fashion and current affairs tutorials for her, and soon I found myself discussing geopolitics with her.
We discussed France, Ukraine, Pakistan, and Sri Lanka. She understood how economies work in absolute layman’s terms and I used Google Maps to give her context of where these countries were. There were times I skipped an office call to spend an hour navigating her across Japan and Korea via Google Maps.
Once summer came, I noticed one day that she came to work without her chunni. I don’t know how I missed this all this while but the maid’s cleavage made me realize she had a gorgeous set of tits on her. They were full and well covered over the past few months and I couldn’t help but notice her womanly fullness.
It was hard to take my eyes off her and she caught me staring almost with my mouth wide open on multiple occasions. Especially when she bent over to fold the sheets, the true nature of those heavenly tits came to light and I felt my dick spring into action.
Of course, she would have a gorgeous body from all the cardio she would do daily, felt silly that this even surprised me. This gorgeous piece of womanly meat carried a slender back, a toned torso, and perfectly molded tits around the house all summer. After a lot of lustful inspection though, I noted the real spellbinder was actually her ass. It was toned, full and how!
Working from home got a lot more challenging now. I would wait every day for the sexy servant to show up. I would check her out from the corner of my eyes, and I’d find myself going into the kitchen mid-meetings for ridiculous reasons. I’d finish a bottle of water just so that I could be around her to fill it up again. I’d suddenly want tea thrice a day.
I stopped eating out because eating at home meant getting to be around her. Those delicious melons would stare at me as we spoke and I’d fight the urge to stare very hard until I would give in and soak in her beauty. I’d always be around when she groomed because her full ass called out to me, it swayed and in its direction, my aroused cock moved.
I was of course too shy to approach her or make my intentions clear. The repercussions would be far too grave to compete with a fleeting sexual urge. I was initially confident that I will be able to hold this urge down but one rainy summer evening, Manju was drenched and showed up to work. And that was when it began.
My sleaze got the better of me that day, as she bent over to fold my bed and I noticed the cloth sticking to her sweet skin, shaping that apple bottom, my dick went hard in an instant. She looked up and instead of hiding my hard-on, I let it stare back at her. I knew she made eye contact with my raging 7-incher pulsing through my thin shorts.
It was done. A boundary had been breached. And I loved it!
I realized the kick from this unrequited flashing sent blood flowing to my cock at a rate rarely experienced. There was a taboo to it which made it so steamy and exciting. I got bolder, I would wear the same thin shorts and lay on the bed upright and have my erection stand tall, as evident as possible. She would serve me tea and I’d catch her glimpsing at my boner.
I could never make out how she felt about it. Was she embarrassed or was she also excited? She would continue to serve me tea, and I’d wonder if she was doing this just because she desperately wanted the job or was she desperate to see another man in all his glory around her. I wondered often if me being excited around her flattered her or embarrassed her. I feigned this innocence of not realizing that my dick was hard or not being able to help it, almost as if it was her fault for being in my room serving me tea at a moment when my dick was raging.
I noticed her while she swept and broomed the house or when she set my bed. She would bend over and her kurti would drop from the neckline. And that was when I would notice her cleavage. Oh god, that delicious cleavage. You could see her well-rounded tits getting squished together as her hands maneuvered on the bed.
Her tits were firm yet soft, well-rounded, yet perfectly aligned to her torso. Some of her tops were so loose that you could see the underwire of her bra, and on very lucky days, the nipple peaking out of that fleshy piece of womanly meat. It was the best part of my day, watching her slyly from a distance, the corner of my eye – following every movement of hers, every little twitch, turn and bend.
Again, I wondered if the maid knew what effect she had on me or if she just ignored me with bated breath to get her work done and leave the room. From our exchanges, it seemed very obvious that she was fond of me however no sexual inclinations were ever visible.
She knew I drooled over her body and maybe that’s all she was accepting of.
She would wear anklets, this way I could always hear where she was. I always wondered why most household helps wear anklets. Apparently, there is a casteist history to this as well. Women from lower castes wear anklets so that upper caste folks can be warned of them approaching and not be around else their shadow would fall on them and make them impure. In this case, however, it helped me know when she is approaching.
I would enter the shower when even the faintest anklet sound would come. She would enter my room, unaware that I was in the shower and I would walk out within a minute of that as she would lay my bed. I’d walk out with just a towel around my waist, water droplets still trickling down my body.
To feign a semblance of decency, I’d apologize as if I never realized she was in the room. I wondered if I should ask her to leave the room but I dint want that kind of a precedence set, if she wanted to, she could leave the room. She didn’t and I didn’t ask her to.
I took out my clothes from my cupboard and started wiping myself. My towel came undone and I spent extra time cleaning my raging hard cock. I knew the housemaid was catching glimpses but I wasn’t sure how embarrassed, angry, or excited she was.
I wiped my shaft slowly, then my balls, patted them with some powder and dampened them with a towel again. It was important for my future cock sucker to know how clean and hygienic I was – I thought shamelessly.
I wore my underwear and kept trying to wrap the towel. I wore a thin pair of shorts so that my boner would still be visible, and I’d walk around the room putting an after shower/cologne – stuff she would like only, and I’d keep my cock hard, pointed upwards, throbbing for her to see. I noticed she looked multiple times, it only helped rush more blood to my nether regions.
This went smoothly, I felt approval for more of this was in.
The next time around, I left my towel outside and as she would enter, within 2-3 minutes, I’d open the door and request her if she could pass me my towel. The door would be ajar with my torso half popping out to grab the towel, again, me feigning a semblance of decency. However, as she would approach, I’d inch forward just enough to have my dick in all its glory visible to her.
I would stare intensely at her, almost trying to communicate telepathically with all my sixth sense energy that I wanted her body for my consumption. Her eyes would as always confuse me, she wouldn’t look at my cock while I stared at her with my hand stretched to grab the towel. But just when I was turning back, I would notice her eyes glance at my cock.
She would stay in the room and I’d repeat the changing sequence as she would sweep and broom my room. I was more shameless now, I would play with my cock next to my wardrobe, almost as if it was a part of dressing up. I’d know she was looking and I’d flaunt my pink bulbous cock head, put some spit on it and give it 4-5 strokes, let out a soft moan and get back to dressing up.
On weekends, I had a different ploy. The maid would enter my room and find me sleeping in bed naked with a raging boner clearly visible. The first time this happened, I remember she wasn’t sure if she should enter and left the room probably because she was entering to speak to me about something.
Next time, she entered to serve me food. I noticed she saw me naked and walked across the bed, placing the food on my work table. I saw her look at my naked body and hard cock. But I feigned waking up suddenly. I only lightly covered my dick. Again, a semblance of decency to confuse her just in case she was thinking of indecency. I’d thank her for the food and again plonk my dick out unknowingly and go back to sleep. Sometimes, I’d turn around and have my dick erect and out.
She would bend over to sweep near the bed and on the side of it come to face to face with my dick. I wondered often if she could smell my dick from that close. My dick would twitch when she came close to it. Again, Manju feigned not paying attention but I would catch her noticing it.
If we lived in the 17th century with no laws, I would have probably imposed myself on her. Right now, the only thing stopping me wasn’t my own moral compass, which I tweaked and broke years back, the only thing stopping me was the prospect of going to jail for this. Thank god for laws.
I had shown her enough of my dick and it was time to move to the next stage without coming close to an arrest or sexual harassment allegation. I now shagged via my shorts as she would come close to me for cleaning, sweeping brooming. I’d do it as if I was engrossed in work and not noticing her, but I knew she saw it all.
She saw me hold my pucker from the outside, and grab the fold in my shorts so she would know when my thumbs stroking the bulbous head and when my palm was grabbing the shaft and wanking. I’d sometimes pant a little, but never once would I look at her. I just imagined she was looking and that was enough to get me high and cum. It wasn’t a proper wank initially, just someone tugging fervently.
The next progression was to play soft porn on my screen as the sexy maid walked in to do the chores. I’d see her notice the screen sometimes and look away out of embarrassment. All this while, when I spoke to her it was out of complete decency. Not even an inkling of a suggestion. I would pay her extra for cleaning my cupboard sometimes, money which she refused.
Our small talks would have her smiling and when the cook didn’t show up, she would serve me breakfast without me asking. I don’t know if she was doing a great job to generally keep the job or if she was playing wife from the excitement of knowing how I feel for her sexually. The unsaid-ness of everything that was transpiring between us may be made both of us excited.
Next Part: Slow tease & seduction of sexy Indian maid – Part 2