This story, like the other stories that I write, are related to stories my friends kiwianne12 & sexysue12 write. We use many of the same characters and locations.
They have also agreed to me using some characters and given me authority to publish.
So to sum this up this story. Nishi, a maid working for Sarvesh, a wealthy Indian businessman, is attracted to Steve, a guest of her employer. Steve, a white guy from New Zealand, business partner of Sarvesh, who also does bodybuilding, is attracted to this young sexy Indian maid. Forbidden fruit for both of them you might say. How do they get on? That is a big question - let's go read the story and find out.
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Nishi & Gaja Chapter One.
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Hi from Steve.
I think many of you have heard about this by now. Got into trouble with Sarvesh over it too, although, later he suggested I should write out what happened. So, over the last couple of weeks, I sat down and wrote it as close as I can remember. Unknown to me, as I never stayed in contact with her, a copy of this story was shown to Nishi. She enjoyed the story and suggested a number of minor changes. Here is our story from Nishi and I.
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On the night when all the household staff joined us for a meal, it was approaching the end of our stay in India. Joining the staff like this, that was a bit different. Of course, the dress code and our behaviour had to change too. I don't think it would have gone over too well seeing some of us on the diving board in our all-together. But I must say, a couple of those young maids might have been interesting to see standing naked on the diving board through Ha! Ha!
But it was also interesting to meet and talk with people whom I had seen going about their duties in this house, almost unseen and unheard. It includes their tireless efforts that made Katrina's wedding the success that it was.
Like Peter and Mike, I had been making a point of being polite to the household staff. When one of them brought something to the table during a meal, I always thanked them. When I met one of them moving around the house, I would always acknowledge them by saying 'Hello' or 'Hi.' Using their name if I knew it. I must admit it was a bit amusing at first how they were shocked, not knowing how to respond but soon some of them were returning my greeting with one of their own, even using my name. "Hello, Steve; Good morning Steve;" with the more formal "Sir," being dropped. But still, it was always me who responded first. I suppose that was a cultural thing, the training of the house protocol.
Now, for this afternoon/evening, as I said, things had changed. The staff had arrived back on the bus and soon were with us, dressed in casual rather than their uniforms. They went about their duties, of course, but even that was different than usual with some of us getting involved in the kitchen work.
I was there too, much to the amusement of three young maids. They thought I couldn't cook Indian. Openly saying so too. Ha! Ha! I showed them. Did a pretty good curry, if I say so myself. With the three of them watching I began to show off a bit too. Lost a couple of bits over the side of the wok with one piece even landing on one girl's shoe, much to the amusement of her two friends. Does the fact that after dinner there was none of my curry left, say something for my cooking ability?
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Anyway, with all the cooking done, dinner was held out by the pool which made things more casual. More so than it would have been in the more formal dining room. The staff also joined us for the meal, of course, and I found those three girls from the kitchen joined me at a table. I continued with the jokes which they seemed to find entertaining.
Got into trouble with Amita for taking my shirt off to show off my chest and muscles. They were admiring my muscles through my T-shirt so what can a guy do? Of course, get his shirt off and show them. Did the trick of moving the muscles of my chest, making my man breasts jump which greatly amused them.
But then Amita got involved, coming over and telling me to put my shirt back on. I said, "You want it on, you put it on."
Damn, I could not believe it. She fell for it. Picking up my T-shirt and trying to put it on me. When she got in close, I grabbed her, picking her up over my shoulder. She was struggling and kicking, complaining too. A few sharp slaps on her arse quietened her down. I took a few steps to the pool side and then she realised what was going to happen. She began struggling and protesting again.
"Steve... You can't do that... Don't you dare..."
But it was too late. I pulled her off my shoulder and threw her. In she went, clothes and all. See, got that sorted ok. She quietened down after getting thrown into the pool. Ha! Ha! No thanks to my mates Mike and Peter who pushed me in after her. But I did the gentleman thing and held her hand as we stepped up out of the water. She seemed to be taking it ok.
The three girls were shocked that I did that to their boss. I think for a moment my three new friends thought they might be going in too but as much as I would have liked seeing them wet in their saris, I had no intention of that.
After dinner, there was music and dancing. I love the way the Indians do it. Really get in and party. I was into it too. Great fun! Again, there was no shortage of attention from the younger girls, attracted by my jokes and goofing off I guess. Always a partner ready to dance with me.
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Later in the evening, some decided on a swim. With swim-suits of course, but it was a hot night, with all that dancing I was sweating, ready for a swim. All I needed to do was pull off my t-shirt and jump in as I'd been in the pool once already, courtesy of Peter & Mike. Others in our group had to go get changed, as those of the house had to as well. I noticed all of our girls wore a one-piece with shorts and in most cases t-shirts. I saw the three girls from my table talking among themselves before going off together. So, they decided to join us in the pool. Great! Soon they were back wearing shorts and t-shirts.
I won't say too much about the swimming and playing ball other than in some cases it got quite physical. The staff girls, weren't shy to get in close too, making full contact with us to make an attack. I think they were more intent on getting the ball to realise that we were feeling and enjoying their hot bodies against us. Maybe they knew and thought it a bit sexy to 'accidentally get a bit physical.'
My three 'girlfriends' tackled me when I had the ball. They put up a good fight but I wasn't going to let them get it. But for such small girls, they were trying hard too. Not shy at all. One even got me from behind, her breasts against my back as she reached for the ball.
Finally, I got an arm free and passed the ball to Mike, who was nearby and quickly passed it on to Joseph. Meanwhile, I still had these three girls to deal with. They were still trying to hold me, trying to duck me, I think. I broke away from two of them but the third still held on to me.
By now, most people had moved after the ball but I was still close to this girl. I reached under and gave her breast a quick squeeze. That did it! She felt it, breaking away from me in surprise.
"Hey!" she said. "Don't touch that!"
"Why not?"
"It's my breast," she replied.
"Yes, I know," I said. "Nice one too."
"You can't be touching."
"What? You can rub them all over me but I can't touch?" I asked.
"Touching is different."
"If you say so," I laughed.
"Ok, you can touch if it's an accident," she told me.
I think there were more to that than met the eyes but didn't get the chance to follow it up before she moved away.
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Later I was in one corner of the pool when this same girl joined me again. We were talking in the pool, she told me her name was, Nishi. I'm not sure if that was her full name or a shortened version. Some of these Indian chicks have real tongue twisters. It didn't seem like a South Indian name either but I'm no expert on that.
