*All characters in this story are over eighteen years old.*
Ever since I hit puberty I have had a very high sex drive. It had been over a decade since I had wanted to have sex with a woman but unfortunately I never found the right partner or the opportunity. For some reason from my teenage years this idea was stuck inside my head that the memory of the first time will be remembered forever. The last thing I wanted to do was to add another bad memory. I was one of those loner kids who couldn't help but come across as a weirdo when he tried to socialise. So I had a lot to learn before I could get laid. Before I realised I was already in my mid twenties and a good partner was still nowhere to be seen.
The pandemic forced me to move back in with my parents. They didn't like the idea of me living alone in a different city and I figured I could help them out by moving in because they are both in their sixties. The last thing I wanted was for them to get sick by going out to buy groceries. A year later things got much better and they were vaccinated. This gave them the confidence to visit my grandparents in their village. Since I was working and was being considered for a promotion I didn't want to move to a village for a workation only to find there is no dependable internet connectivity there.
So I chose to stay back at our home. Knowing my hectic work schedule my parents insisted on getting a housemaid to take care of the cleaning duties while they were gone. I always made sure to clean my own room, but cleaning the entire house was a different beast altogether. A new building was being constructed near my place, which meant a lot of dust coming in through the windows. Hence I didn't protest the idea of getting a maid. My neighbour had a maid who would visit them every morning to clean their house. I had seen her a few times, we never talked though. She never caught my attention. Even when my mom told me about her I was barely able to recollect who she was.
"Amit, you must have seen her before, she has been working there for a few years now."
"I don't think I have seen her mom."
"That's ok, her name is Shraddha and she will be here tomorrow morning."
My parents left early in the morning the next day.
I started my work in the morning as usual. I forgot that Shraddha was going to come for work that day. I was busy at work when the doorbell rang. I wondered who it would be at this time and went to the door. When I opened the door I found a woman in her thirties with her hair tied into a tight bun. Shraddha was staring at me. She was expecting me to start the conversation. My expression told her that I was confused about who she is and wondering what she wants.
"Aunty asked me to come here for work."
It took me a second to realise that she is referring to my mom. I moved aside to let her walk in.
"Ha...come on in-"
Before I could say much more she walked in and broke eye contact with me. She just looked around. I felt as if she didn't need a welcome speech from me. So I showed her where the cleaning utensils are kept. She went about cleaning the place. I noticed her work for a couple of minutes while also trying not to come across as too inquisitive. Apparently my mom had already given her detailed instructions on what needs to be done. Shraddha seemed to be diligent in following those instructions to the dot. After a couple of minutes I didn't pay much attention to what she was doing and got back to my own work. Some time later I was a bit startled when Shraddha popped up in front of me and said "It's done."
I looked up at her a bit like a deer caught in front of the headlight. It was her way of telling me that she is done with the work and was asking me permission to leave. I simply nodded and said "Ok." She turned around and walked to the door. She was wearing a dull coloured cheap saree. It was worn loosely, probably because she needed the flexibility while working. When I looked at her walking away my eyes fell on her waist. Soon my gaze was caught by the saree being tightly wound around her waist. She seemed to have figured out how to keep it loose everywhere else but tight around her waist so that it doesn't come undone when she is working. My eyes were greeted by the wonderful sight of a perfectly shaped butt. Shraddha had a big ass with a perfect shape. At that moment I wanted her to turn around, I wanted to see her again. Without thinking much I said "Shraddha..."
That was the first time I had spoken her name. She turned around partially and looked at me like a model posing for a picture. I noticed her big eyes, her thin nose leading up to her full but small lips and her beautiful chin framing all of it perfectly.
All I managed to say was, "Close the door on your way out."
She didn't say anything and left, closing the door behind her. On that day I didn't fully realise what I felt for her. I didn't give it much thought either.
She came for work the next day at the same time. We didn't say a word to each other during the entire time she was at my place. I was on a Zoom call with my colleagues when she was leaving so she thought to not disturb me and left without saying anything. I noticed she was gone only when she closed the door behind her. This went on for more than a week. On weekends I would be watching some movie while she would go about cleaning the house. I barely noticed her presence let alone speak to her.
One day while I was working I saw a couple of monkeys trying to get into the house through the windows. Shraddha was close to the window so I called out to her and pointed at the window. She saw the monkeys and tired to scare them off. She grabbed the mop she was using to clean the floor and raised it above her head as if she was about to strike them. The monkeys soon ran away. But not before helping me catch a very beautiful sight-
As Shraddha was raising her arm her saree moved aside to reveal her midriff. She has a wheatish skin tone with an almost flat stomach. Her side was being illuminated by the sunlight coming through the window. I was shamelessly staring at her bare midriff. And as she stretched her arm further I could see the shape of her side boobs which were being held tightly but her blouse. Her breasts weren't too large, they looked full and firm. I could easily guess her measurements at that moment- she is five and a half feet tall and has a 34C-30-36 body.
My mouth was slightly open and it was only when she turned around and made eye contact with me that I realised it myself. Shraddha was smiling. It was the first time I had seen her smile. I was smitten and I knew it. I smiled back and she started continuing her work. I got back to my work too but only after I stole another glance of her body. I was sexually excited.
Next day I was waiting for Shraddha to come to work. I wanted to talk to her, get closer to her and eventually progress towards something sexual. And I knew just how to do that. Shraddha was almost done with her work when I called her to the kitchen. When she walked in I told her,
"Do you want tea? "
She saw me making tea. She was indecisive and I could see her thinking of a response.
As I poured milk in I told her assertively but without making eye contact, "I made it for both of us. Don't leave without drinking it."
"Ok..." she said weakly but from the difference in her tone compared to her usual style of speaking I knew that she was happy about it.
After her work was done I started talking to her. I started asking about her family and her background. She told me that she is married and has a kid.
Talking to her didn't feel like much of a conversation initially, because she only seemed to be giving specific answers to my questions. But I did notice her body posture get relaxed with each passing minute. She didn't take much time to finish the tea as she had to rush to the neighbour's house for work.
Nevertheless I was satisfied that I had initiated a conversation. And it paid back the next day because when I opened the door when she came to work she gave me a little smile as she walked in. That made my day. I made tea for us again and we talked more. She seemed to get more free with each passing day.
Soon I figured out ways to get her to stay back longer like I bought biscuits which I offered her while having tea. I asked her to come to work at my house after she was done at the neighbours, that way she didn't have to rush away. Every day we talked more and she didn't seem to be that cold woman she came across as before. I soon deduced that her marital life wasn't that great and she was slightly depressed because of it. Whenever I would see her get sad talking about something I would crack a silly joke. It wasn't difficult for me to get her to laugh. But what I was about to do next required a perfect timing-
"You have a wonderful smile." I said as she was laughing at some silly joke I made.
Her laughter vanished and her body tensed up slightly. But I could see she was also blushing. I thought of not pushing it further that day.
