This one was with a young maid we had working at my maternal uncle's house. Her name was Sandhya. She had started working at my uncle's place right from the young age ; where they brought her up as though their own daughter. She was the same age as me, or a couple months younger to me, so we actually grew up together. I used to visit my uncle's place very frequently because I loved my uncle and aunt very much and I was their pet too. During our school days, when I used to go to a convent and she was sent to one of the Marathi medium municipal schools, I vividly remember she used to wear those cheap quality uniforms. The uniform was of one top and a skirt. The top was made of very thin white material thru which you could see her bra on the days she did not wear her petticoat underneath. And the skirt was of very rough khaki material and poorly stitched, letting it split in no time.
Many times I saw her getting to work in the house, while still in her uniform. Often in such cases, I'd be relaxing in the sofa watching TV while she came in the room to sweep and mop the floor. These were the times I used to get a peek of what's under her short school skirt. When she sat down, squatting as it is known, to sweep I would get a good glimpse of her panties. She was a smart girl, and knew what I was relishing. In response she also used to make some or the other gestures to assure me that she is also finds me interesting. Silently we did fantasize each other but never could express the desire openly. Perhaps we both waited for the right time to come. She was quite a bindaas girl by nature, yet was never able to express her desire for me, probably because she was complexed that she is a maid working for us. Knowing that she was also interested in me, I took full liberty in adventures like exploring into her personal bags secretly in which there were these small plastic bags containing what I believe to be her old undergarments which she was not using any longer. Because they were old bras and panties I could get the smell of her body from it which made me want her there and then. Some of those bras & panties I used to love shredding the stitches off and then imagining her wearing such torn ones.
Later with all these well developed skills I started doing the same with her undergarments which were currently in use. She did get some hint that someone was reaching to her underwear and screwing them up. But wasn't too sure who it was because even me she knew as a very decent boy. At the same time she did partly suspect me since I was the only young person in the house, whereas my uncle and aunt was a very sober couple. Now the fire between Sandhya and me was kindled. Sometimes to make her sure that it is me messing with her underwear I would even spill my sperm onto it. This way she did get a clear indication from my side. Now she also started her traits on me. By now we had grown up into our 20s, leading a very close friendly relationship with that mischief in the eyes. Similar to me, she also took full freedom of flirting with me in her own unique ways. In the nights there used to be only her and me watching TV till late hours. She occasionally sat in such an angle to give me a good view of her cleavage behind the few carelessly placed frontal hooks of the nighty. Hers were a remarkable pair of 34" fresh tits. Since she had to wake up early for all the house work she would start dozing after 12am. In this condition her hand would slowly start creeping towards my toes.
On one such occasion I also extended my foot to her thigh which was warm. It was touching her lightly and she didn't seem to mind. On the contrary she turned towards the TV with back to me placing her warmer ass fully settled on my feet. I didn't need more indication to tell me that she was open to anything. Sandhya and I used to sleep in the drawing room where the TV was kept and uncle-aunt in their bedroom with their doors closed, since they trusted that the two of us considered each other as brother and sister. Big mistake by uncle-aunt, but that's what gave Sandhya and me the freedom. I used to sleep on a sofa in the drawing room and Sandhya like any typical maid slept on a mattress on the floor, almost sticking to my sofa! One night, after we had watched the TV for quite some time, she was fast asleep. I feasted my eyes on her body, unfortunately fully covered by a thin blanket. Yet I could see her boobs sticking up from below the blanket. I gently removed the blanket off her breast, to see her juicy pair still under the nighty. She had the same pleasant smile as my bhabhi, which makes me feel that women who are horny are usually only pretending to be asleep.
Maybe they're always awake waiting for a hot occasion to occur. I slowly placed my left hand onto one of her tits. But in that dark light I could hardly tell where the nipple was. So with my fingers being more sensitive I tried to feel my way through. I could even feel the stitches on her bra as her nighty was of very thin material. Another of those cheap road side kinds. Her choice of clothes was always in bright and spicy colours, red, green, orange, black, gaudy pink, etc. and mostly tight and undersize for herself. Treading my fingers along the stitches of the bra I reached her nipple which was harder than I expected, like a pin sticking up. Slowly moved my hand onto the other tit. Now I was quite confident with navigating around on her body organs. With the help of my other hand also, I very carefully undid the only two existing hooks of her nighty, to give me a better view of her white, ordinary, half worn off, old bra. I did feel she was fully aware of what is going on and that she's willing for it too.
