First Experience With Maid
I am Ram. 31, Malayali guy settled in Bangalore. I have been an avid follower of Indian sex stories for a long time and I believe its time I too start sharing my experiences. I will start with the real experiences and based on how it goes I shall share some of fantasies. Let’s begin. This is my first ever experience when I was still a teen. When my elder sister was born my parents hired a maid to help with household stuff. So obviously when I was born I was also taken care of by the same maid. Her name was seema. Till a good age I only thought of her as a family member and used to call her only as seema aunty. But as soon as I got introduced to porn at the age of 18 I had only seema around to fantasise. I started looking at her as a woman. That’s when I saw she was really good looking too in a more natural sense. She was dark skinned and lean. But she had a medium sized pair of boobs and also a nice flat tummy. From years of working she has developed a toned body. Her ass was a bit big for her lean body and used to stand out too. She always wears her hair up as a bun which also revealed her neck and back above the blouse she wears. Her blouse was long and never revealed her navels but used to be body hugging enough to reveal her shapes clearly. She wears a long skirt which was a bit disappointing but her ass still pushed out always calling out for my looks. At times she wears saree while working which gave me opportunities to sneak at her navels and her flat tummy. All these observations always aroused me at that age and used to ignite my imaginations when I used to watch the porn or read sex story books. I started spending a lot of time in the kitchen around her after school. Always trying to stare at her boobs and hot it bounces when she is involved in her work. Especially when mopping the floor I used to try and look deep into her cleavage. As her medium soft breasts pressed against each other in that pose it used to create the deepest cave which I have stared at for long and long. I have even stroked my small dick over my shorts in that sight. She must have always seen me as a kid she had brought up so never imagined me to think of her in such ways. So she never really bothered to cover up properly too. She never noticed me growing up year by year. Porn was not so frequently available at that period and had to wait for some friends lent me a vhs or wait for a b grade picture to come weekly ones on the tv. So my craving for action was increasing and I started daring more and more to make use of my luck of having seema around. Never really imagined to screw her. But when she goes to the servants bathroom behind our house I used to pretend to play in the backyard and have even peeped in to see more of her body. Such precious moments. I used to hide in the store room next to her bath room and even shag seeing that sight. She was sexy. In fact the sexiest I have seen at that young age. So it was insanely pleasurable to see that sight. She was never really fully naked. She will only wear the saree over the same skirt and only changed the blouse. Only if she was really sweating did she changed her bra. So only on those lucky days did I get a glimpse of her boobs and her dark big nipples. Of my lord. My dick used to be so hard it hurts. I have shagged so fast and hard I had to tel myself not to make a noise. But in years even these peaking sessions seemed to be not enough. So my desires seemed to be on fire. I guess it was when I was 15 or so. By then I had started showing that I am interested in cooking to be around her all the time she is home. After school and tuition I used to rush home to her. With mom and dad working it gave me a safe time to do so. By pretending to show interest in her cooking I used to brush against her often. This developed into a habit of standing behind her and looking over her shoulders. I used to softly brush my hard dick on her ass. As time passed I used to even press and hold it there while asking her about cooking. Don’t know if she noticed it or not but she never moved away. This gave me courage but I was scared too. It took weeks and months of patience to make her feel comfortable to this. At times I even kept my dick pressed against her ass I even gave on thrust or pushed up. I always had my heart beat faster with fear if she will scold me and even tell my parents. But who really thinks with their brains at such moments. Its out dick which drives those moments and tells us what to do. On such day. I must have been really horny or really bold. I was standing her as usual with my dick softly brushing her ass over her skirt. It was gradually becoming hard and I was really turned on. As it was at its hardest and longest I placed my hands around her waist and my dick told me to push it in. I really forgot where I was an what I was doing. I pressed her closer to me holding her waist and pressed my dick hard into her a couple of times. This time she stopped what she was doing and suddenly turned around. I was scared and jumped back. I waited for her to scold me or scream. But she stared at me with anger burning in her eyes. I just stood there with a huge bulge in my shorts. Few seconds passed and I see that she was angry but not scolding. I figured she was having a lot of thoughts in her head and must be deciding what to do. And I took that gap as the best opportunity I could get. I jumped forward again and pressed herself to me, this time facing forward. I kept pumping my dick into the front of her skirt where her pussy would be. And I wildly kissed her neck. I never really dared to kiss her lips. I was going wild on her. I figured she might go tell my parents anyways, so I decided that its the end of my life. So might as well enjoy it before my parents kill me. I kept pressing her towards me and kept pumping my dick. Even though we were still fully clothed it was giving me immense pleasure and I already cummed in my shorts.