At home we had a maid coming in daily to do the house work. She had been around for many years. Her name was Savita and she was a slim woman with small breasts and a nice figure. She must have been in her forties with 2 sons and a daughter, but she looked much younger to me. I was afraid to make any moves. But it seemed fate had other plans for me.
Her daughter Sunita, would occasionally come in her place and I found her interesting too.
Savita was quite friendly to me, although in front of my mom, she was careful to keep some distance. Otherwise she would uninhibitedly brush against me while going about her work. Her sari pallu would be askew, displaying her blouse or bra strap.
Occasionally she would not be wearing a bra and the outline of her nipple would be visible. I looked forward to her daily visits and she probably knew that I was enjoying.
A few times she walked in on me while I was changing and caught me in my underwear. I would not lock the bathroom door in my room and once she pushed open the door while I was bathing. She just saw my bum as I felt a little shy to turn around. She just smiled and then closed the door... my mom was calling for her!
I sometimes would wonder what would have happened otherwise. She was also a crotch watcher and many times I found her staring at my crotch.. I wore thin pajamas at home and probably the outline of my cock could be seen sometimes.
Sunita on the other hand would not look at me. She would come wearing a skirt for work and occasionally I saw her underwear while she was wiping the floor. She wore shorts type of panties below her skirt.
One day my mom was away and while Savita was working in the kitchen, I was in the bathroom trying to shave my armpits. As usual, the the door was not locked.
Suddenly she pushed opened the door to come in and smiled when she saw what I was doing.
"Ah, so the little boy has become a big man now?" she said. "Need any help with that?"
I said yes so she took the razor from me and slowly started to shave my armpits. She finished and then wet her hands and rubbed the area gently.
"Is that all or is there any other place you want done?" she asked with a smile.
Like an idiot, I just gaped at her -- "Where else do you mean?"
"Don't you keep yourself clean down there?" she pointed between my legs. I turned red and just nodded.
"Let me see how well you do it" she said and started unbuttoning my pajamas. My erect cock almost sort of sprang out at this point and I turned away from her.
At this point the bell rang and she went to open the door. It was my neighbor asking her to come for work. Savita then finished her work and left saying with a smile.
Next day, I could not wait for my parents to leave! Savita arrived as usual at 10.00 am and started on her work rounds. She acted as if nothing had happened the previous day. As usual after washing the clothes, she would hang it in the corridor using a stick. I stood behind her and asked her if she wanted help.
"Do you think you can hang the clothes with this stick?" she asked. "It is not easy"
"I dont' need the stick, I can lift you and you can hang them" I laughed.
"You naughty boy! You are becoming worse by the day. Anyway, you can't lift me, you are too weak" she said.
I had to now take the challenge and before she could move, I bent down and holding her around the waist, I lifted her. Now her lower back was in my face and her bum against my stomach.
"You badmash, let me down!" she said.
She was still having the stick in one hand and wet cloth in another. I thought she would beat me with it, but she did not try to escape my hold. After a minute I let her slide down. She must have felt my cock and my hands sort of brushed against her chest. I thought she would get angry, but she just laughed it off, and gave me a little slap.
"Go away, let me do my work, I have so many clothes to dry"
I was emboldened now and lifted her again, this time from her legs and she did not protest. She finished drying the rest of the clothes.
This time when she slid down, her sari came up a little, displaying her thighs. While working, if my mom was not around, she usually tucked her sari up displaying her legs. Now that I had lifted her from the legs, her sari rode up and I could see her thighs in the mirror on the wall. She caught me staring and gave me a nice slap on the hand.
"You are getting too bold now and I have to teach you a lesson" she said, pulling her sari down. Her pallu was askew and the top of her breasts were visible over her white cotton blouse. I realized today she was not wearing a bra.. my mom was out of town, so it looked like she was feeling bold enough to do that.
She turned around to face me and my eyes dropped to the top of her breasts. She did nothing to cover up though. Instead she pushed against me and forced me into the corridor wall. She was the same height as me and her breasts brushed on my chest and my cock against her stomach. She gently bumped her face against mine and for a minute we stayed like that.
I tried putting my hands around her but she pushed off to complete her work.
After that day, I became more bold and took liberties with her like putting my hand on her shoulders, lifting her to dry the clothes. She seemed to enjoy it and did not discourage me.
I was due to go back to another city in a few days and once after she came out with the wet clothes to dry, I stood in front of her.
"Let me go babu, I have to finish the work before your mom comes home."
"She will come back only in the afternoon. I am off tomorrow and I want something from you" I said.
"What do u want?" she said
I knew it was now or never. "Can I ask you a favour?"
"Yes"
"Uh.. can I, uh, see you there", I pointed to her breasts.
"Why"
"I think they are very beautiful"
She pushed against me and went to the corridor to dry the clothes. As usual I helped her to dry and lifted her at the end to put the small clothes. This time though I lifted her from the front, her breasts were over my face when I raised her and my hands were on her legs, below her bums.
She hung the last cloth and looked down at me.
"Put me down Babu" she said.
As she slid down, her sari started to rise. My hands slid up and finally I could see her yellow panties in the mirror. At the same time, her breast came to my face and I pushed my face into them. It was like facing into a warm soft pillow.
She did not say or do anything as I rubbed my face against her blouse. Her nipple was visible and I tried to take it in my mouth
"Nooo, the blouse will become wet!" she protested
At the same time, at the back side, my hands were on her buttocks and I started to squeeze them through the panties. I became bolder as she did not protest and my hands slid inside her panties and stroked her soft bum. It was like rubbing warm butter.