Nelspruit in the 1980's. Hot, humid and with illicit interracial sex in the air.
I lived in West Acres, and was between jobs. I shared the house with two other single blokes. We had a black domestic by the name of Sara. She was about twenty seven, with average looks and a willowy body with pert buttocks. She was fluent in Afrikaans and that is how we communicated. She didn't call me Baas, and had a calm demeanour. Friendly, and quick to smile.
I had a bit of a routine, where I would be out in the mornings looking for work, and would come back around lunch time. I started enjoying her palishi and onion, tomato and chilli gravy. She was a hard worker, and the house was always clean.
One Wednesday I came back at about ten in the morning, and Sara was cleaning the bathroom. She was bent over the bath, and her rump was swaying to the rhythm of her cleaning. I went past to the toilet next door and had a slash. Came back, same rhythm, except I needed to wash my hands. My hip grazed her bum and I gave her a light slap to move her across. She giggled and moved up.