The doorbell rang.
It was 9 AM and Karan was sleeping deeply dodging a few alarms half an hour back.
When the bell rang continuously, he came awake and slowly moved towards the door.
Only when he had his hand towards the door knob, did he realize his state of clothing. He was wearing only his underwear. But then, he predicted that it must be the old maid and he had never bothered to dress up for her.
He opened the door and was shocked to see a beautiful young girl standing.
There was a minute of silence between them. She tried to look away, but Karan was still standing there not trying to hide himself. He was always confident about his body.
"Sorry, I am Sheela. My mother Kannamma is out of town for a month. So she asked me to fill in," the girl said.
He expected this looking at her personal appearance.
"Sure, come in Sheela. You know the chores, right?" Karan asked.
"Yes sir."
"Please call me Karan."
"I will start then, Karan."
Karan had good adventures for the next few days.
Sheela used to come in her chudidhar, rotating the three sets she had. Karan had noticed every small detail including in which places the dress was torn.
One day, he opened the door in just a towel under his waist. She never really looked at him.
Another day, he stripped naked all the way when she was in the kitchen washing dishes. There was a storeroom inside the kitchen and she always washed the dishes facing away from the kitchen door entrance.
So he would go to the storeroom with absolutely no clothing and come back again. All these activities made his cock stand horizontal.
Another day, he had set up a plan for her to see him naked. He liked seducing her slowly. He came out of his room only in a towel and when closing it back, he made sure a small piece of it was stuck. He timed this when she was in the hall. And there, he stood naked in front of her.
He tried to cover his erect penis with both his hands. Sheela looked at him for sometime and let out a hearty laugh.
On alternate days, he did yoga just in his underwear. He just wore minimal clothing when she was there.
One day, it was evening and while sweeping the floor she slipped and fell on her back, breaking her hip.
"Aaahhhhh," shouted Sheela.
Karan saw that Sheela was trying to get up awkwardly.
"I am not even able to stand Karan," Sheela said.
"I am calling a doctor, wait."
When Karan picked up his mobile, he thought of a better idea. He felt silly not thinking of it at first.
"The nearby doctor is not available it seems," Karan said.
"Oh no, how will I get to my house then? I can't even move," Sheela was speaking depressedly.
"I know some varmams (traditional Indian way to treat locks in muscles). We can try that if you want to," offered Karan.
Sheela looked at him curiously.
"Okay, but please don't break anything," Sheela told finally.
Karan's face changed to happiness, finally getting a real chance to see Sheela without clothes.
"Okay, but before that some oil has to be applied and massaged..." Karan paused to look at her expression.
Sheela hesitated first, but at the same time didn't want to spend the entire night here unable to move.
They were in his bedroom now and she could look at the posters of Sharon Stone and Kate Winslet on the walls.
He motioned her to the bed decoding the internal acceptance in her mind.
"First remove your top completely, so that it will be easy to apply the oil," Karan said.
Sheela began to lift her top over her head revealing her black bra from the back. She didn't seem to feel shy at all.
Karan noticed her hip which looked curvy and fit. Now he decided to make it oily.
"Please lay down on your front," Karan requested.
Till now, Karan hadn't seen her front side. But he could see the side of her breasts popping outward due to her position of laying face down.
She obliged and laid down.
He began to apply the oil gently on her hip.
