My Lonely Maid Rinki
Hi, I am dukej and a daily ISS reader. I am going to narrate you an event that happened a week ago. My maid Rinki is now 24. She was had previously worked here for 7 years and then went back to her village for marriage. She got married at the age of 18 and soon had a child . After 7 years of her marriage there were family chaos and she was thrown out of her home. Her parents did not take her back, unwilling to bear the extra expenses of her along with a child. Helpless and without a shelter with a child she came back to us seeking help and homage. And so it was. We were also in need of a maid and she would be better than anyone as she already knew how thing happened in our place and need not be taught again. When she came she was very depressed and upset. Worried about her small boy and that he had to be admitted in a school and that his needs had to be taken care of. So, my mom kept her with a good pay and also provided her with a separate room in our home to stay. She was slowly recovering. And it could be understood clearly with the smile coming back on her face. Though a villager she was a charming personality. Always smiling and giggling. Her looks were also pretty decent. She was about 5 feet tall and had a decent figure. She is 36-32-36. The female is appealing which is enhanced by the comparatively bigger ass that she has because she had a normal delivery. Days started passing by and I would generally be busy in m work and college. I used to leave home at 9 A.M. and be back by 8 P.M. She used to take good care of my home and specially me. She used to wear a saree and her age saree was very appealing. With time I started getting attracted towards her. She was also careless. She would not take much care of her saree and her hands. She would touch my hand or hold it when she passed me a glass or a plate. Her saree would fall down from her shoulder when she would mop the floor etc. My summer’s had started and generally now I used to sleep late in the morning. I have this habit of sleeping bare body, with just shorts. She would come and clean the room in the morning and mop the floor etc. I do not know but she must have watched me. I told to myself. “Let’s plan for it”, so I did. I used to sleep early at the night but stayed in my bed until late morning. I used to watch her do all the work. I noticed her quiet a lot of times brush her hair with her hands in front of my mirror and arrange her saree by pulling the pallu down and tucking it over her waist. 2-3 days past and I thought now that I have observed her general whereabouts’ it was time to start the plan. The first thing I did was to remove my blanket in the morning and pull my shorts down. What surprised me was that she noticed it the very first day. She stood beside my shorts while she was wiping the floor and gave a huge broad stare to my decent relaxed 4 inches. I thought this is the best time. I knew that at her age she might me quiet frustrated with her sex life and would really want a decent hump. At night I thought of a plan and put it to action. When everybody was asleep I went to her room and knocked lightly. After a while she was there standing with her hair open and her saree just clinging on to her. This made me know that she did not sleep with her saree on. She would sleep only in her blouse and petticoat. I told her I was having back pain and asked her to apply medicine. I went back to my room. She came in after she arranged herself after 5 minutes and she took the medicine and applied it on my lower back. Her warm hands were a feeling I tell you. It was a glimpse of paradise. I held her hand and thanked her and said sorry that I disturbed her sleep. Next night I did the same thing and while leaving she gave me a smile. I smile that was neither a general one but not a naughty one too. It was something else. When she left 30-35 minutes had passed and I could not sleep. So I went to her room and knocked again. It was 2 in the morning then. She opened the door and asked me “Kya hua bhaiya dard gaya nai kya?”, I said “Nai dard toh kam hai lekin muhe neend nai aa rahi hai. Kya main tumse thoru der baith ke baat karun” She showed no retaliation and called me inside. Her son was sleeping on the floor on a mattress and she was on a low tool. She hurriedly removed her clothes that was hanging on the rope for drying and asked me to sit. She sat beside me and I was bang on the topic. I asked her about what happened with her. She narrated me the incident but slowly began to break down and then burst into tears. She tried to hide them but for me this was the chance. I held her by her arms and hugged her. She laid her head on my shoulder with no retaliation and wept. After a while when she calmed down, I pull her up and looked into her eyes and said “Main hoon na, roti kyun ho” she smiled and hugged me again. I pulled her up and kissed her in the head. She was delighted. There was a small smile on her face. I understood that this is satisfying her. I pulled her towards me and put her legs across my lap and made her sit on my thighs and held her tightly with my arms around her waist. She smiled and slowly kissed me on my lips and then without wasting time I turned the kiss into a wet smooch. We smooched for a while and in the same time I was caressing her back and she was pulling my hair. I a moment I removed her saree from her shoulder and kissed her neck and her collar bone. She was by now turned on. She was moaning lightly when I was kissing her and was rubbing my chest hair. I unhooked her blouse from behind followed by her bra and removed them. That pair of breasts were beautiful. With a decent nipple on top of them it was worth licking. I slowly caressed her breasts and she would moan whenever I slightly bit her nipples. She told me “Bhaiya zor se kato” and I obeyed and as I was doing so I felt moist stuff in my mouth. I removed my face to see that she was milking.