It was Saturday. I had just dropped my wife and daughter off on the bus to my in law's place about 300 miles away. It was 11 PM and I was interested in the sleep. I just plopped in the bed and closed my eyes.
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It was the door bell ringing incessantly that got me up. Waking up I went to the door and was about to open the same, when I realized that I was in the same set of clothes that I was wearing when I returned from Bus station.
Diksha entered the flat and I went back and slept for a few minutes more before I realized that I was alone and she would have to be monitored for getting the job done. In the meanwhile Diksha had latched the door started her work of cleaning etc. I got up about half an hour later. There was no sound. I assumed that Diksha had left after completing her work. I got up and went to the loo. Having completed the morning things I came out of the bathroom with just a towel around my waist; clothes being left behind for washing. My shorts were outside. Coming out of the bathroom I threw the towel on the bed and turned to open the cupboard to fetch a new pair of shorts. Since there was nobody @ home, I was free to be nude. (My wife would have admonished me for this, but she was 300 miles away)
As soon as I opened the cupboard I heard a door open and out came our maid, Diksha.
I was thunderstruck. She was also spellbound and was left open mouthed. She ran into the bathroom from where she had emerged.
In the meanwhile I picked up the towel and put it around my waist and called her, "Diksha... I thought you had already left. .."
She came out of the other bathroom and said, "No sir, I was washing the clothes and dusting the rooms. Hence, you did not hear anything. And I thought you were sleeping and should not disturb you with noise."
"Oh ..ok .. Would you please make a cup of tea for me" I requested.
A few minutes later she came to the room and handed over the cup of tea. I had left the jockeys in the bathroom and was wearing only the shorts. I drank the tea and kept the cup on the side table. Diksha came to pick it up. She bent a little extra and when I looked at her she dropped the pallu of her saree. This was a bit surprising to me. But I did not show any reaction. When she was about to leave, I called and said, "Diksha... I am having a backache. Would you rub some oil and massage my back."
She nodded and asked where the oil is.
"There under the sink... you will find a red coloured bottle of oil." I said.
She went in the kitchen. Instead of kneeling to reach the bottle she bent at waist and tried to reach under the sink. The bottle seemed a bit away and she was unable to reach. She called me. I was just behind her watching the whole thing. I enjoyed the shapely ass covered in the saree. She was small but the ass was well rounded.
"Please, can you get the bottle out for me?" she said looking at me.
I went near the sink but she was still covering more than half the area. I did not go any further but said, "Give some space so that I can reach the bottle." Diksha moved a bit and raised her eyebrows, as if asking "Ok now?" I forged ahead. Our bodies touched. She backed another 6 inches and I pushed ahead and picked up the bottle. When I backed out I bumped in to Diksha, who had not moved away. Her soft breasts pressed on my back but she did not move. So when I tried to back some more she lost her balance and fell on her back and I fell on her. Her boobs were crushed under me. I was enjoying the soft cushion effect of her boobs. Diksha also let me rest on her for more than a couple of seconds. I got up and said sorry to her. She was not able to meet my eyes. She also got up and picked up the bottle.
Heating the oil in a pot she asked me, "Where do you want me to massage?"
"My back. It is paining. And now with the fall it is worse." I said.
I asked her to spread a mat and laid on it face down. She sat on her knees and started applying oil to my back and rubbing it in. her soft hands were creating goose bumps and I was enjoying the same. Suddenly, her hand slipped and she fell on my back, crushing her boobs for the second time.
"Why don"t you remove your saree so that it does not get spoilt with oil?" I suggested.
Diksha did not respond but kept on rubbing my back.
She was nearing the waist band of my shorts.
There was break in the massage. When I stole a look, I saw she was standing facing away from me. She removed the pallu and totally removed the saree and kept it on the chair close by. I pretended not to notice, but was pleased.
"Rub a little lower." I told her, when she resumed. Saying this I raised myself a bit and pushed the shorts down a bit so that my lower back was now available for massage. She complied and again pushed her hands near the waist band. I was now tuned up and so I rose again and pushed the shorts much lower exposing my ass globes partially. She sucked her breath and for a second stopped, but continued to massage again. I had started to get a hard on and wanted to hide it till some more time.
"Start from top and push your hands till bottom" I told her. She tried but it was cumbersome. So I told her to straddle me at thigh level and repeat it. She did it but her petticoat was a hindrance. It was getting in the way of ease of movement. She raised it to her thigh level and sat again. Now her bare thighs were touching my thighs. She had smooth skin. Her movements were very rhythmic. She would push hands up right till the shoulder and then pull down till the crack of the ass.
During one of the movements her hands slipped and she fell on my back, her boobs again crushed on my back. I was not sure whether this was an accident. So I pushed the envelope a bit more and widened my legs. She was now finding it difficult to straddle me since the petticoat was becoming a restriction. So I told her, "Your petticoat would get oily. Why don"t you just remove it?"
And she complied. She stood up and untied the petticoat and let it fall to the ground next to me. And then she straddled me to continue the up and down movement. When she was removing the petticoat, I had pushed my shorts down to knees and when she sat on my thighs her bare inner thighs met my thighs and embraced them. She gave a shiver and went goose bumps all over. I could hear a faint moan, as if she was now going beyond her own control.
With the shorts out of way she had full access of my back side, from top to bottom, and she made use of it. She now started massaging my buttocks and pushing her thumbs close to the ass hole. She was now breathing thru mouth, a sign of getting excited. Her feet and ankles were now fully touching my legs. So I raised my butt a bit and she involuntarily pushed her legs below and adjusted her position such that her knees came close to mine. But this posed another problem to her. My shorts were troubling her coming in the way of body contact.
She pushed herself ahead of the shorts and literally sat on my ass globes. I was in seventh heaven. My shorts were now slowly sliding away from my body and in a couple of strokes they had gathered around my ankles. But Diksha did not leave her place. I could feel the thin material of her panties on my ass globes. She resumed her massage with vigor and started kneading my lower back. I shifted a little to ensure that her panty covered pussy came in touch with my ass globes. She was now working with full lust and trying to make most of the situation, rubbing my hands, back, feet. I was enjoying the massage.
She slipped . . . again. And landed fully on my back. The oil was soaked up by her blouse.
"I think I will remove this so that is does not get spoilt." I heard her saying. And without rising from my back she just removed the blouse and tossed it across the room on the saree. Now she was in only her bra and panty. She continued rubbing my back from top to bottom and enjoying. I was trying to find way to push the envelope further, when she did it.
"Back is done. Do you want me to rub oil on front also?" she asked.