This is a short scene I wrote to dip my toes into erotica. Do send me your feedback and suggestions.
Also a big thanks to pranaykatha for taking out time to edit the mess of a draft I wrote. Any mistake remaining is solely the result of my last minute tinkering.
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The sun had barely begun to take on its orange hues as I trudged back to my place in Pragatinagar. Although I was warned about the atrocious Ahmedabad weather, I found it to be quite pleasant. Perhaps it was cooling in office that preempted me from any midday heat, or maybe just the time of the year. Either way, I had no qualms about this new place and even my new life. I was yet to be assigned any major responsibility in the team and my social life was beginning to take on some rudimentary form.
I walked down the lane to the bent where the house stood. All this while I was ruminating about Aanchal. I considered myself lucky to match with her on Tinder on the very day I moved into my new place, upstairs of Mishraji. She lived a few houses down from Mishraji's in the same colony, and once the initial inhibitions were overcome, we wasted no time. The first few evenings were spent in relatively mild explorations in obscure corners of the gardens present plentiful here in Ahmedabad. And once that proved insufficient I booked rooms on Oyo to facilitate more elaborate shenanigans. Her departure to her father's place in Bhavnagar a couple of days ago meant my evenings were free again. Though I had got a couple of matches, none had yet moved past the texting stage.
I saw Geeta bent over, sweeping away the fallen leaves in front of the house right beside the stairs. She looked to be in her mid-forties. Like a lot of women her age, she was slightly plus size, with a rather broad torso, part of it clearly visible as she bent down sweeping. The nature of her work meant that her torso though broad was rather flat, unlike the many of the middle women from the colony. She looked slightly shorter than Aanchal. Or maybe Aanchal's taut body made her look taller.
I felt a slight shuffle in my pants as I remembered Aanchal's account of Geeta's extra-service to Narayan Dwivedi, a retired bank manager who lived right by the colony's entrance. At that point I remember thinking that Geeta was probably making the best out of the situation. Even though I'd hardly exchanged more than some pleasantries with Narayan, he seemed like a guy who wouldn't hesitate to get handsy. Geeta must have thought it better to willingly provide him services and earn a few extra bucks. Well, guessing by the libido of the middle aged uncles, Narayan might not be the only one availing her extra services. She's probably making more from these services than she would earn by performing daily chores in people's houses.
The thought of pleasure this full bodied woman before me could give made my brain look for excuses to indulge. The thought that she might be available without much effort and time made my brain work harder to rationalize my acts which it knew were coming. After all, she'll be doing it voluntarily, a service like any other. I needed it badly, especially after Aanchal had gone to Bhavnagar. To get over my guilt of exploiting her, I resolved I'll pay significantly more than whatever she demands. She needed money and if not me, someone else would be taking benefit of the situation. I'll at least stay within limits. Once I was done mentally justifying, I was ready to approach her.
There seemed to be no one in the immediate vicinity. Latha aunty, Mishraji's wife, must be in the kitchen for I could hear the faint clutter of vessels from the kitchen at the back end of the house. The absence of Punto meant Mishraji hadn't returned yet and Aliya, their daughter was nowhere in sight. One house down the lane, an aunt was in conversation with someone but she was too far away to hear anything happening here. As I approached her, Latha auntie called out to Geeta to come to the kitchen. She straightened and twisted her body back and affirmed the call.
I could clearly see the outline of her cleavage as the sweat soaked blouse clung to her breasts. She had let her hair loose with a single clip behind her neck holding them together. Perhaps if things got messy with men, she would have to redo her hair and this was the easiest. Or perhaps the wives of the men wouldn't notice her disheveled hair this way. My imagination was running wild. Aanchal had only passingly mentioned Geeta's clandestine deeds without going into details. I wished she had. I was in the dark; I had no idea what Geeta did or how to proceed. Did I have to ask or would she initiate the proceedings? Or maybe I just had to order? I couldn't imagine the uncles meekly asking her like I was about to ask.
Geeta now noticed me standing right in front of her as she turned to go to the kitchen. I don't think she instantly recognized me. There's no reason for her to take notice of the new tenant upstairs, that too a guy little more than half her age. She arched her eyebrows
"What?" she asked
I was blank for a moment. "I live upstairs. I was thinking maybe you could..." I trailed off.
Her demeanor changed as soon she realized that I was a potential employer. She put on that fake smile and pleased impression that maids wear around their employers.
"Sure! My work here will probably take another hour. I'll come upstairs right after" she quipped.
I could see from her demeanor that she was clearly thinking about cleaning and perhaps some cooking job. No one my age might have ever asked her for the 'other' services. Or perhaps she thought someone whom she just met wouldn't ask her for it. Anyway she clearly didn't read the testosterone pumping in me.
Before I could think of any reply, she walked past me towards the back of the house through the space between the stairs and the compound wall. I gingerly went upstairs.
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I wasn't sure of what lay ahead. I was apprehensive about pushing it too much. But I was sure that I had to get my load out. I was already aroused and there was no way I would get to the next day without relieving myself. I thought of watching some porn and taking the easy way out. I wasn't concerned about the money; I was earning way more than I needed. Only the thought of whether I was exploiting her in this situation made me jittery.
But my desire won over my morals. The scent of a ripe fruit within my grasp was too much to set aside. I had to have her. My bulge was growing too big to ignore. I went over to take a good shower. Since I had started my trysts with Aanchal, I had been taking extra care to maintain personal hygiene. Besides I didn't know what to expect. Did she go all the way or was it a limited service? Or maybe somewhere in between? Perhaps she wouldn't even agree to do it with a young guy like me and she might be charging the others only because they wouldn't let go of her anyway. Either way I knew I was way past the state of mind where I could call it off.
A little past six thirty, Geeta entered through the open door into the drawing room. Privacy was no big deal anywhere in the country anyway. The sweat on her had dried by now but the day's work had disheveled her sari and I could clearly see the white bra straps jutting out from her deep purple blouse. I sat up from the diwan in the drawing room and walked towards her, still unsure of what to say.
She looked at me briefly and then looked around. "Do you have a broom?" she enquired.
"Um, yeah. I'll get it for you" I quipped without thinking. To say that I wasn't sure on how to proceed would have been an understatement. I had expected her to ask what she was to do and had decided on taking it from there. I moved past her to the open kitchen attached to the drawing room and produced a broom that was kept behind the refrigerator.
"Have you bought flour? I'll make chapatis after this," she said, collecting the broom from me.
"No, it's alright. I usually just have some fruits for dinner," I said
She looked at me for a brief second and proceeded to the solitary room to begin her work.
My mind was rapidly stringing together words to start 'the' conversation. As a matter of fact, I have never been shy in asking a girl out. I've been in a couple of relationships and even a few one-night-stands. Hell, I'd even availed the services from an escort once in my college days. The fat stipend from internship in the final semester coupled with the glitz and glamour of Bombay was too much to resist for my raging hormones then. The girl had introduced herself as an uptown model and the time spent with her was quite rad even though I did splurge quite a bit.
But this was different. There was an element of power imbalance between us and I was not too comfortable with it, even though it was me on the favorable side. I didn't want to cause her discomfort or make her life any worse. I'm sure she already had her hands full. And there was this issue of age difference. Apart from one half-drunk Spanish chick I met at Sunburn, I had never gotten into the pants of any woman over thirty. Perhaps that was why I found it way easier with Aanchal. Although we were worlds apart in our background she was my age, and of course it was not a service I elicited from her.
But here was a woman busy completing her work and probably looking forward to returning home as soon as possible. I wished Aanchal hadn't mentioned the extra services provided by Geeta. I might still have jerked off to Geeta, like most guys do, without ever thinking of approaching her. Damn I wished Aanchal never left, albeit for a couple of weeks. I was too aroused to let the opportunity slip. And the fact that there was going to be zero element of coercion made it easier to rationalize. I decided to politely ask her and if she was unwilling that'll be the end of it. No harm in offering her what she works so hard for, I thought.
While I stood thinking she almost finished her work. She approached me and shrugged "There were some clothes on the bed, I've put them into the almirah". I nodded. Actually there wasn't much to do; I usually clean the place myself every morning. Still she had perspired enough to make the inside edges of her blouse damp. The bulging cleavage caused a stir in my pants.
"Are you sure you don't want me to make..." I didn't notice that she had already begun speaking when I decided to go for it.
