My name is Sai. I am from Hyderabad, Telangana, a famous name on social media these days. 24 years of age, 6ft average built. This is the story of how a maid helped me to understand what a woman needs.
I live alone in a flat in the city and work 5 days a week as an IT employee at Accenture. My cousin and his family live in the same society. I lived there for a couple of months. I had seen no need to hire anyone to help around the flat.
But as my workload increased, I started neglecting chores to the point that my flat started being very untidy. My cousin visits me on weekends to get boozed and chill out with me, and he said he could ask his maid to help me. I accepted.
Two days later, on a Friday, I was about to leave for work, and she rang the bell. Her name is Sheela from Rajasthan, and she looked in her mid-30s. About 5ft 7 inches with fair skin tone.
She said she could come every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. At the time of meeting her, I was in a relationship. Sometimes my girlfriend used to visit my flat. My maid, Sheela, was aware of things between us, but she never got involved directly.
So, she came on the days as agreed by us and did her job. But as my workload didn’t ease off, I started being a little grumpy and tired. So, my relationship was getting rocky. My girlfriend, whenever she visited, started arguing about the relationship in front of my maid.
I would take her to the bedroom and try to make her understand my situation and workload to my girlfriend. Sometimes she was okay, but she was sad for being rude to me. I would console her.
At the same time, we used to kiss each other and have some fun. But we never had complete intimacy, and things were going wrong and wrong every day. That made me heartbroken, because she always wanted me, but I couldn’t spare enough time for her.
Then I met with my cousin as usual and drank a little too much. I kind of half passed out. When my cousin’s wife came up to call him, she looked at my flat state. She said, “Sheela has a lot of work to clean the place up.” I was half awake and could hear it all, but couldn’t bother to get up.
Then I overheard her saying to my cousin that Sheela needed extra cash. Her husband always takes her earnings and throws them away on drinks and prostitutes. Hearing this made me think of Sheela and how the husband could go after prostitutes when he had someone like a sexy Rajasthani maid.
It made me hard. That night, I jerked off to sleep thinking of Sheela. The next day was a Sunday, and my cousin said he and the family were going away. So, I couldn’t meet up.
Sheela came as usual in the morning and started the chores. I finished up some work by the afternoon, and I was feeling sad because my relationship ended.
Sheela sensed my sadness and asked if anything was bothering me.
I told her nothing. But when she asked me, it made me feel something for her. A sort of crush started developing. I washed my face and went to the kitchen, where she was cooking lunch. I told her I’ll cut the vegetables, but she declined.
But I insisted I needed to take my mind off things. I asked her about her family, and she didn’t want to speak about it. But then I said, if there was any way I could help, please ask. She then told me about her husband and needing extra money.
I told her to wait and called up my friend at the bank and set her up an incognito bank account. The account was set up in an hour. I deposited 2 weeks’ pay and an additional 10k. I told her to go to the bank on a weekday and give a different address to receive bank details.
She was so happy that she hugged me. It was awkward because her hug made me feel her soft, big breasts, and it gave me a boner. I moved her back and said it was all right. I immediately sat down to hide my boner, but I had a feeling she felt it. I told her to sit down.
Then asked her why she was staying with her husband. She said she was afraid of him and had no support from her family. Since I was in a state of lust. I don’t know why, but I asked her if she had sex with him. She looked down and said he only prefers prostitutes, and he doesn’t come home most nights.
I said to her, Looks like we both need some company, and I touched her hands on the table. She looked at me for a moment, then stood up and went back to the kitchen. I thought I fucked it up, but it was now or never. So, after a couple of minutes, I went to the kitchen.
I saw a pair of white panties and a bra on the kitchen floor. She always wore a nighty at work. Seeing them on the floor, I knew she wanted me. She was at the kitchen counter, not doing anything, with her back to me. I came behind her and put my hands on her boobs from behind.
Then I slowly squeezed them, and she let out a small scream. I slowly started my hand play on those big soft boobs I felt like I was playing with soft stress balls. I slowly went near her ear and kissed her on her neck, and she lost her grip.
I took the support of the kitchen slab, then I slowly took my left hand down towards her thighs. I felt some water on the floor. After some time, I understood that she had her first orgasm. It was like a flush.
I asked her, and she said it was her first time. Then, I asked how it felt. She was happy and gave a bite on my shoulder.
This is the end of part 1.