I opened my eyes at 7 AM. My mind was blank at first. As I tried to move, I felt Lata's body on top of me. Lata was still sleeping, breathing on my shoulders. Her dark, naked body resting on mine.
I could feel the smell of her body, mixed with a natural human sweat odour. Her boobs were pressing my boobs, I remembered she was sucking on them during the last session of the steamy sex we had last night. And I remembered it all, how I turned into a lesbian, with the maid.
My name is Puja and it was the time when I had just turned 18. It was the year 2001. I was studying in college. My parents were both engineers in a construction firm and were always busy with their work.
We lived in an ancestral house huge in size but used just a portion of the house including a hall, two bedrooms and a kitchen. The rest of the house was kept under lock and key but opened for maintenance everyday by our housekeeper Seema, in presence of mom or dad.
We had some domestic help in the form of a cook Gita, a driver Raja, the housekeeper Seema and a maid Lata. Other than maintaining the closed rooms Seema also supervised the work of Lata and Gita. None of them resided at our home and usually left after their work got over.
Lata was a tribal woman residing in a 'basti' in our neighborhood. Lata was 36 years old at that time. People from her tribe are usually dark-complexioned but Lata was probably one of the darkest among them. Her skin was really very dark, almost jet black. She had an average look but had a nice figure. She lost her husband within a year of her marriage. In order to make ends meet she worked as a maid.
Ever since Lata started working in our house I could always feel she used to stare at me. I felt that she used to scan my body with her eyes. I noticed it but never gave it a thought, assuming it was just my imagination. But a few more incidents happened which made me think again.
Once I was thirsty and asked Gita for a glass of water as I had applied mehndi on my hands. Lata rushed instead and brought the water. She lifted the glass to my lips and let me sip the water, her eyes staring at me all the time. As I finished drinking, she slowly put her thumb under my lower lip and rubbed the little droplet of water accumulated there.
I was so shocked by this that couldn't utter a word. What was actually happening! Lata just smiled just a bit and went away with the empty glass. I grew curious about her behavior and hence decided not to reveal her actions to my parents.
Another day as I came out in my towel after shower, I was shocked to see Lata in my room. She was holding a glass of juice in one hand and with the other she was fondling my lingerie on the bed. As she saw me she gave a notorious smile and gazed on my towel clad body.
With a smile she said, "Have some juice."
Her teeth looked very white, probably because of the contrast with her black skin. I took the glass and in the process Lata stirred her fingers on mine. She left soon leaving me in a world of thoughts.
Even I started to become curious about Lata. I too stared at her body whenever she was doing the household work. Our eyes began to meet now, staring at each other. I could sense a hunger in her eyes for me.
One night in a dream I saw myself in a deserted place. Nobody was there and I was starting to feel afraid. Just then I saw Lata walking toward me. Seeing her I ran and hugged her and said, "Latadidi I am all alone help me please."
As I looked up she was smiling and said, "Of course I am here to help you out."
She placed the palms of her hands on my cheeks and pulled my face to her. As our lips met I closed my eyes, feeling Lata's lips on mine. But the dream was over right then because my alarm started to ring.
I got up and tried to remember what had happened. It was a wild dream but was it an indicator of my subconscious feelings?
Slowly and steadily I started to accept that I had feelings for our maid. It was strange to have such attraction towards another woman, double my age and also a tribal maid. But I didn't care. I was just eighteen then mind you, it was like an adventure to me.
As days passed I grew a bit bolder and decided to make some advances. Everyday Lata after the day's work used to change her clothes and she hung the work clothes in the rope. Once when nobody was watching I took hold of her blouse and sniffed it!
The raw pungent smell of tribal sweat engulfed my senses. I sniffed once, twice... ten times, even more. As I did so I felt a strange sensation in my pussy. It was getting wet and I was breathing heavily. Before anyone could come and notice anything I rushed back to my room.
The body odour of the maid had filled my senses. I just loved it!
The very next day after my lunch when Lata brought juice for me I asked her to drink the juice first. She was surprised by this and said, "How can I drink it Puja? It's for you."
But I insisted, "Latadidi you work so hard the entire day and you haven't eaten anything since breakfast. I think you deserve a glass of refreshing juice. Please have it."
Lata smiled and winked at me, and then started sipping from the glass, her eyes fixed at mine. As she drank half the glass I held her hand and moved the glass towards me. I put my lips exactly where Lata's lips were before, and sipped the remaining juice, holding onto her hand in the process.
Lata was clearly shocked by this advance by me but she was very pleased indeed. We smiled at each other. Just then I heard that Gita was calling Mom and Dad to eat which means they had arrived for lunch break. Lata hurried off the room and got busy in her chores.
From then on everyday we used to share the juice from the same glass. One day I traced the juice droplet below her lips and sucked my finger. But we were always in a constant fear of getting caught and hence couldn't do anything more.
We didn't get much time together because I had to leave for college in the morning along with my parents who went out for work. When I used to come back for lunch my parents too came for lunch. So, we only managed one or two stolen moments of naughtiness together. By this time Lata's attraction towards me had grown quite a lot which I understood by the following incident.
Once I was busy finishing an assignment and hence didn't realise that Lata had come with the juice and was waiting. She didn't call me, just waited while I was so busy that I didn't even turn my back to notice her arrival. She was naturally frustrated as she had other work to attend and time was running out. Finally she placed the glass beside me with a thud and went away.
She became so angry that she avoided me for the next two days. Even she sent Gita with juice to me. I was frustrated but couldn't find any chance to make amends with her.
Whenever we had eye contact my eyes pleaded to her but she wouldn't care. Finally on the third day she came with the juice. She wasn't even looking at me as she said, "Juice for you."
I said, "Latadidi, why are you doing this to me? I am sorry. I didn't notice you that day because I was busy with my studies."