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This is my first story and would probably be the last. I have kept this a secret for a few weeks and I have finally found an anonymous way to share with people I won’t know who. Perfect. This was a real experience but I see most stories here mention this and yet ramble on and on with impossible stories. So read this story and be the judge for yourself. So here we go.. I myself (Name wouldn’t be of any use, so..) had just completed my college degree, got placed in a company and was in a phase where you stay home for days hoping the company would someday call and ask you to join. So I was basically free. I live in a busy part of Chennai. And my family was of Me, my mother, father and my elder sister. My elder sister is in Australia. My mom and dad had decided to give my sister a visit. Which means I would be home alone for the next three months. I was initially happy that I could have the whole house for myself for the next three months with no supervision. Fun eh? So my parents had arranged all the facilities that I would need for next few months, like washing clothes, cleaning house, and all that..so basically a maid. She had been working at my place for a long time, but I never really notice her, she would come home when am at college, so only on holidays I’d be home and yet I never cared to look at her ever. Which I wonder now why I didn’t. So let’s take a whole paragraph to describe her looks. I’ll be honest , she was no dreamy beauty sex beast. She was an average lady in her mid 30s. Around 5’5” tall, exceptionally petite. I would say that her cup size was around 33C. All pointy and firm. And oh my dear world her hip. It was this curvy hip with intermediate folds, just plumy enough to make it interesting. She wasn’t very fair, she had this texture of a mild strong coffee. She was a saree wearing type with only the side of her hip visible, nothing provocative. And yeah, her name was Savitha. ( They insisted that I don’t use the real name.) So once my parents left, she’d come home every noon, wash dishes, cloths and sweep or clean the house when ever it’s dirty. As days went by she began speaking with me. She would ask me to buy dish soaps and washing powder. And as time went she would ask stuff like why am home and not at college. I would explain that I had finished my college and was waiting for job and stuff. I was too bored myself so I began enjoying light conversations. So days went by like this. So here’s the D-day, one fine afternoon I was so horny. I decided to go find myself some good porn. Halfway through browsing, the bell rang. It was the maid; I was so pissed off. I dressed myself up, went and opened the door and let her in with an awkward smile. She only had to do dishes and cloth washing. Which would require her access only in the kitchen. So she went and began her work. I realized that I was still Horny and wanted to blow off the steam. So I decided to go to the upstairs’ room (duplex house) and get off. I took my laptop with me, pulled my pants off laid back comfortably on the bed and began searching for porn while one hand was stroking my man penis. It was going all well. I hadn’t locked the door since she would not come upstairs as she didn’t need to clean the house today. And suddenly the door swung open. “Indha soap ketaney enga?” (Where is this soap is asked for?) I sprung up in shock and embarrassment and covered myself with a bedspread. She was shocked as well but had that smile people would give in these situations to make things look fine. She left the door open and went down the stairs. I was in total embarrassment. I didn’t know what the next move was. I got dressed up. Waited for a few mins not knowing what to do. Finally, I went down, she was in the kitchen. I took the soap I had bought earlier, gave it to her. She still had the smile on her face. I gave an awkward smile back and came back. She continued her work while I sat in the living room, nervously, what if she complains to my parents. What would her next move be? Finally, she finished the work and came to the living room and said “vella mudinchuthu.”(works are all over.) and walked towards the door. I abruptly called her “Savitha aunty.” She looked and asked what, like nothing had happened. I asked sorry to her. Her reply was interesting “Idhula poi enna pa?”(“What is there in this to ask sorry?”) and left. The next day she came, I let her in, not looking at her at all. She went to kitchen and did all the work. As she was about to leave, She stood there, looked at me for a moment and asked “Nethu ena pa panitu iruntha?” (What were you doing yesterday?). I asked her why she was asking. She said “Bayapadatha pa. Nan edhuvum yar kitayum solla maten.” (Don’t worry, I will not tell anyone anything) She looked calm and cool. I wasn’t. I said “Kai adichitu irunthen. Neenga varuvinga nu edhir pakala. Sorry”(I was masturbating, I didn’t expect that you’d come. Sorry.). She laughed out loud. She replied “Idhuka nethu apadi kudicha? Nee pannite irunthu irukalam. Nan disturb panni iruka maten.” (Is this why you sprung up like that yesterday? You could’ve continued. I wouldn’t have disturbed.) Now the entire scenario in my mind changed. This lady saw me masturbating and she’s totally cool about it. As a guy, this turned me on. I asked why she was soo cool about it. She said “Nan vela pakura edathula lam idha vida mosamana vishayatha pakuren. Enaku idhellam pazhiki pochu” (I’ve seen worse things in places I work. I am used to all this) I asked her what’s worse than this that she has seen. She said she has seen couples have sex, dirty magazines laying around, used and unused condoms in the house and that some take excitement from her as well. I was so turned on with this sexual talk. I was just as curious. I asked her what she meant by people taking excitement out of her.