This is a true story shared with me by the young Indian man who had the pleasure of experiencing the joys of an older woman as his first lover.
During my spring break from college, my family had planned a trip to a neighboring county to spend time with our extended family, celebrating the marriage of one of my cousins. However, on the day we were to leave for the start of our journey, I became quite ill with a viral infection. The family doctor was consulted and it was decided that it would better for all concerned if I was to stay at home to recover. There was no point in my making such a trip as I would be very uncomfortable and of course had no desire to inflect my illness upon the rest of my family.
The family home was very quiet after the departure of my brother and parents. The servants going about their chores with calm efficiency and I dozed off rather peacefully in my cool room. I awoke to find myself damp, the bed clothes twisted around my body as if I had engaged in a fierce battle, my heart was racing and my chest heaving with my rapid breathing. One of the maids must have been outside my room and heard a strange noise because she knocked timidly on my door, asking if I was all right.
Apparently her concern over the youngest son of the family overcame her training because she entered my room without my permission, standing in the doorway with the light shining behind her. It created a halo around her dark hair, giving her the appearance of an angel sent to heal me.
"Is everything all right, young one?" she asked, her shaky voice betraying her concern.
My only answer was a groan. I tried to speak but my mouth was so dry as if I had eaten pounds of the sand outside my window.
Slowly, she entered my darkened room. It appeared as if she gracefully floated across the floor, her feet not making any sound as she moved closer to my bed. Her hand felt so very cool and soft as she stroked my sweaty brow, sweeping my hair back. I licked my lips in an effort to speak to her and she must have noticed my difficulty because she whispered, "Let me get you a drink." Her strong but soft hand slipped under my head to cup the back of my neck as she lifted me slightly from the pillows so that I might sip at the cup of water in her other hand. Nothing has ever tasted as sweet or wonderful as those precious drops of water that cooled my parched throat.
"Thank you," I managed to whisper as she laid me back against my pillows once more. My body was trembling from even the slight effort it had taken to help hold myself up long enough to sip at the water.
"Poor baby," she murmured as I lay on the sweat-dampened sheets. "Let me change your bedding, it might help you to rest better."
I was in no condition to argue with her. Silently she padded over to the chest to gather new bedding then she slipped over to my wardrobe where she pulled new pajamas out for me as well. I lay helplessly as she pulled the sheets out from under me, helping me to roll from side to side as she quickly stripped the bed. After she had pulled all of the sheets and blankets from my bed, she placed a towel under my body and helped me to ease my back onto it. Leaving me alone for a few seconds, the maid slipped into my adjoining bathroom where she filled a large bowl with warm water. She tossed in a washcloth on her way back into my bedroom.
Placing the bowl of water on the stand next to my bed, I watched as her long slender fingers quickly plucked at the buttons of my pajama top. I could scarcely feel the tugging of her hands at the cloth before it fell open and it was not long before my shirt was totally unbuttoned, revealing my upper body to her gaze. I could not help myself but arched up to meet her touch as she began washing my throat and shoulders with the washcloth. At times, her fingertips would slip off the washcloth and lightly caress my skin.
I watched her face as she washed me, this young woman who had been with my family for years and was more like a family member than a maid. I had come to look upon her as an older sister or even a young aunt perhaps but the feelings she was causing me as she tenderly washed the sweat from my body were more like that for a lover. Her eyes seemed to grow even darker as she swirled the washcloth over my chest until my nipples grew hard, standing up like small marbles. I bit my bottom lip in an effort not to moan as her fingers slid over them.
Her face had become flushed to the point I was afraid she was suffering from the same fever that gripped me and she was repeatedly licking her lips as if they were dry or chapped. She picked up the washcloth and dipped it back into the bowl, rinsing it. Then she grasped my arm and placed it on her shoulder. Leaning towards me she slowly ran the cool cloth over my arm down to my elbow then back up to gently cleanse me. As she leaned forward I could catch a glimpse of her round breasts straining against the fabric of her dress. Her skin so pale for our country, a golden tan much like that of honey. I was disappointed when she sat back to wash my arm from elbow to hand.
As she leaned over me to wash my other arm, her breasts would press firmly against my chest. The delicious weight of them crushed against me and the warm slightly spicy fragrance of her skin making my breath rasp in my throat once more but for a totally difference reason. She turned her head slightly to stare into my eyes as she dragged the washcloth from under my arm, the back of her hand grazing my nipple. She watched the expressions of delight and desire mixed with confusion flit across my face when she lightly pinched my nipple between her fingers.
Giving me a mischievous smile, she sat up and turning slightly began to untie my pajama bottoms. Embarrassment flooded my mind as I realized what she was about to do. No woman had seen my naked body since I was old enough to care for myself; no one had ever gazed at me in the aroused state in which I found myself now. My hands reached down to attempt to pull her hands away but in my weakened state, I was no match for her strength.
Trying to make myself sound stern, like the Master of his home, I commanded, "That is enough, maid. You may go now!"
Flashing me her grin again, she replied, "Your parents demanded that I care for you in their absence. They would never understand my leaving you in sweat soaked bed clothing for modesty's sake. You forget, young one, I was here when you were only a babe, running through these rooms with little or nothing on."
