This is second story in the Good NEIGHBOR HOOD SERIES
This Maid
It was seven in the evening. I had just entered my house. The pale golden hue of the setting sun dimly illuminated the interior. The mellow light was quite relaxing. I refrained from switching on the lights and slowly sipped the big tumbler of cool water which I always do on returning home, as a habit. I switched on the kettle to prepare a mug of strong coffee, that also is a habit.
I heard the outer wrought-iron gate screech on its hinges. It needs oiling but I have never done that. It is better than any door bell and its gives you enough time to be ready for the incomer. I moved the curtain from the window to look at whoever was there to disturb my cherished moments of leisure.
It was Mrs. Sharma, Neela Sharma. She lives in the corner house on the other side of street. Our street is a cul-de-sac having ten houses, five on each side of the graveled road. All the owners of the bangalows have been living here for long at least since my childhood and I will be turning 30 this year. Everybody knows everybody.
Mrs. Sharma was a widow. Her husband died two years ago. Mr. Sharma was a small officer in the district government. They had always considered themselves a notch above the others, Mrs. Sharma more so than her man. She never mingled with the rest of the women of the neighborhood. Now also she remained aloof. Nobody particularly liked her, I included, though I had paid attention to her curvy figure and had even masturbated thinking about her. She had a nice rack and fleshy big rump.
I was the only one with whom she talked sometimes that too because we had a common hobby: Gardening. She sometimes borrowed saplings of seasonal flowers from me and once or twice she asked me to buy manure for her from the nursery because she couldn't carry it herself. Once she gave me a couple of bulbs of iris which she had saved from last season.
She won't be staying for long. I decided. It was end of February. She must have come for some seeds or saplings.
I went to open the door. She was about to knock the door when I opened it. She was A little taken aback. I felt amused to looking at her confused expression. She was at a loss of words.
"Hello!" I said standing in the door way.
"Hello! I was just passing by." I knew she was lying.
"Okay!" I said nonchalantly.
"I wanted to have a chat with you." Her high and mighty self was back. I felt like I was going to be scolded for being naughty.
I was not in a chatty mood especially with a woman 20 or so years my senior. I could see a shadow of bother on her face. So I moved away to let her enter. She was again shocked to see a spic and span interior. She had never been inside the house and had not expected to see such tidy digs of a bachelor.
"I was going to make coffee for myself do you want some?" I asked her as she sat down on one of the sofa chair.
"No. I won't take much of your time." She said all business.
I sat down opposite her. I was much intrigued by her manner. A chat with me? What about? I waited for her to continue.
"I see you keep the house well in order." She said at last.
"Yeah! I like it that way. I can't tolerate clutter."
"When do you get the time to do all this? I mean with job and all other things. You need some time for gardening and you go to gym also."
"I manage." I replied curtly
"Won't it be better if you engaged a maid?" She asked
"A maid! What for? And I don't trust them and they do a sloppy job if you don't stand on their head. Who has time for that?" I said
"Not all maids are bad." She said.
"Not all, but most. Do you have someone particular in mind?" I asked.
I couldn't make a head or foot of the conversation. I didn't know where it was leading.
"No. I was just thinking. I get bored at home. It is lonely. I thought maybe if I can get some work near home it will keep me busy."
"You, a maid? Are you alright?" I exclaimed in surprised.
My mind was racing. Why she wanted to work as a maid for me? Who will believe it? Was it just a ploy to gain entry? What for? If it was for what was coming to my mind then I wouldn't mind, even if she was nearly my mom's age.
For the last six months I hadn't had a woman. And the one I had brought home six months back was real fiasco. I didn't have any girl friend and the main reason was I was lazy. I just couldn't spend time and effort running after girls. So a woman next door was not a bad idea.
I lifted my eyes and looked at her ample bosom. It was well hidden under the pallu of her sari. But how much time does it take to take off a sari and blouse? I was already having a hard on. Her naked waist was slim. In fact it was looking slimmer than before. I had day dreamt about her once or twice. I couldn't wait to maul those hefty knockers.
"I don't want a maid. But if you feel bored you can come we can spend time together, there are a lot of things we can do. You know." I said hinting at what I had in mind.
She knew. Her temperature rose immediately.
"Like what?" She shouted angrily. She was already fuming. "Do you think I am a floozy like other women here?"
She forgot that the 'other women here' also included my mother, though she was no more.
"Do I look like a
puta
?"She snarled. "I thought you are different but you are like all others here." She snarled. "How many times I told my husband to shift from here but he won't listen. "
I got up angrily and took her one shoulder in my grip.
"Listen, lady, it's you who have come to me with your nonsense idea. I didn't come to you, understand? You have spoilt my day, just leave at once." I gave her a hard shove. She fell on the sofa and slid away from me and got up to go.
The sun was about to set there was hardly any light left. I caught her by the arm.
"You are an impudent snob, abusing people for no fault of theirs. Who do you think you are? A virgin fairy? You need a good hiding."
I took her in a tight hug, pinning her arms behind her back. She tried to wriggle out but I was too strong for her. She tried to knee me and dig her heel into my foot. But she was not that fast.
"Lay your hands off me."She growled.
"Soon sweetie, I am not going to keep you her for the rest of the day. Just a quickie to and you will be free. Come." I said rudely and dragged her toward the bed room.
"No, No." She resisted.
I stopped dragging.
"Please let me go." She changed her tactics and tone quickly.
"I am not going to let you off so easily."
She had no wind left in her. I was also coming back to my senses.
But she had to pay for her haughtiness.
"Kiss me." I ordered her. She kept looking at me with wide eyes.
"You heard?"
She was frightened. She pecked my cheek quickly.