Hello to all the readers of this wonderful site. I am a 25-year-old man looking for a job. This story is from when I was 20 years old and in college.
Reshma was the wife of the watchman in my house. She had a brown complexion but a busty body. She was 35 years old with two children. She also worked as the maid in the house. They had a separate room and a washroom for themselves.
Now, coming to the story…
I initially had no feelings for my maid until I started reading stories about maids on ISS and thought about fucking my maid.
One day, as I went to fill the water cans (every two days, you get drinking water from the government), I saw her there. As she bent down to lift her water cans, I could see her cleavage. I then decided to fuck this beauty at any cost. She did not see me looking and went away.
A few days later, while I was going out for some work, I heard some noise coming from the washroom. (The watchman’s washroom had a vent at about eight feet high from which you could see inside)
My naughty mind wanted to take a peek to see what the sound was. I made sure no one was looking, climbed on a rock, and looked inside. I noticed Reshma was completely naked and fingering her hairy pussy, moaning slightly so that it was not audible to anyone.
I enjoyed the view and also recorded a video for my own use. She finally came, cleaned herself, and took a bath. I ran out of there as fast as possible. Later that night, I masturbated to that video of her.
That’s when I realized that if she was fingering herself, maybe she wasn’t satisfied by her husband. I went to sleep thinking about her.
The next day, when her husband was not home and the children had gone to school, I went to her room (the watchman’s room) with full courage to make a move. She was there in her red, flower-patterned saree, with her back to me.
I was in awe of her ass and kept staring at it. She tilted her head, saw me looking, and asked, “Do you need something, Saab (sir)?”
I was tense and didn’t know what to say. I told her, “Uh… my house is dirty… can you please clean it?”
She agreed and said she would be there in five minutes. I was happy that even after noticing me staring at her ass, she acted normal.
By the way, I forgot to mention that everyone in my home had gone out of town for a wedding that week, and I was alone at home because of college. I wanted to make a move.
Later, she came into the house and started sweeping the floor. She asked me, “Where did everyone in the house go?”
I replied, “A wedding for one week.”
She smiled and continued her work.
After sweeping, she brought out a bucket and a towel and started cleaning the floor while I sat on the couch, pretending to watch TV. When she was cleaning, her pallu fell down, and her deep cleavage was visible again.
I was enjoying looking at it so much. I couldn’t control myself from looking, and she noticed me staring again. She dropped the towel and started coming closer to me. I was tense, thinking, “What if she tells her husband? Will they send me to jail for this?”
She came and sat beside me on the sofa and asked, “What are you looking at?”
Me: “Aunty, I’m, uh…”
Aunty: “I know you were looking at my breasts.”
Me: “Sorry…”
Before I could say anything else, she asked, “Do you want to see them?”
I was shocked and said, “Yes, I do.”
She smiled and asked if I wanted to feel them. I nodded like an obedient child.
Aunty: “But this should remain a secret between us… do you get it?”
Me: “Sure, Aunty… I get it.”
Then she took off her saree and was in only her petticoat and the same red, flower-patterned blouse. She was also wearing a bra underneath. She took me to my bedroom, as she was well aware of where everything was.
She made me sit on the bed and removed her blouse. She was wearing a black bra that was a bit worn out. Her boobs were straining to come out of the bra. She unhooked her bra, and her breasts popped out. I started pressing and sucking on them, as it was my first time seeing and touching tits.
Then she said, “Wait a bit… I’ll let you suck on them later,” and sat down beside the bed on her knees.
She unzipped my pants. My dick had formed a mountain in my boxers, waiting to be released. Reshma spread my thighs, came closer to my dick, and pulled down my boxers to reveal my six-inch boner.
Seeing it, my maid said, “Yours is bigger than my husband’s,” and took it into her mouth and started sucking.
I was on cloud nine. My busty maid, whom I had wanted to fuck for a few days, was sucking my cock.
After two minutes, I was about to cum and told her. She then started rubbing my cock with her tits, and I came all over her face and neck. She asked if it was my first time, to which I replied yes, and she said, “You’ll get used to it.”
Then she looked at the time, realized her husband might be home anytime soon, and said she had to leave. When I asked why so early, she said, “We still have a week left,” with a naughty smile, and left.
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This is the end of part one of the story.
I hope you liked it. I will continue it in part two.
Girls and aunties interested in having sex can DM me at my email:
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