Saroj
By the time i came out after a quick shower, she was asleep, with a satisfied smile on her sweat drenched face, her delicate make up yet in place, with that large sindoor on her round face, accentuated by her nose ring. Her mouth was open a bit, revealing those pearly whit teeth. I was wondering if i should disturb her and make love to her again, when she called out to me and said, “come to me master. I am awake and am throbbing for you again.” To get to this, i need to go back a few months in time. A few days earlier, my maid, kamal asked me how i was passing time without a lady in the house. I am a bachelor, with my own business, owning a large 3 bhk in goregaon in mumbai, and a 4 bhk house in neral. I have select friends with whom i meet once a week or ten days, for a pleasant evening, and then i am back home. Kamal has been working for me for four years, and is quite free with me in her talk, and in a friendly way. When she needs any money i give her and she returns it promptly when she gets her pay. My name is vijay and i am 38, with a strong physique with a 6 feet height. I am dark and though not a very handsome person am still not bad looking with a rugged face. Kamal works for me, cleaning vessels and keeping the flat clean. She is a widow, with a daughter, who has left her husband because he wanted to migrate back to the village. Her name is saroj, around 30 years old, fairly well built, and a typical dark, rustic maharastrian beauty. She had once come and worked for me for 3 weeks when her mother was ill. She did her job with quiet efficiency, on her own cook food for me and before leaving tell me, “malik. Khana khalena.” When she left after her mother returned, i gave her three expensive saris, along with a lot of bangles, big sindoor stick-ons and silver anklets, which she liked. I hadn’t seen her after that. Though often i would think of her and her lovely face, and wondered how she would be in bed! So when kamal asked me about my being lonely, i asked her if her daughter would keep me company! It was in jest. But then she turned around and said, “strange. Just this morning, saroj was talking about you and what a good person you are and how well you treated her.” “indeed it is strange” i replied. I too thought of her this morning and how lovely she is” i said. Straightening up from her work, kamal looked at me with a mischievous smile. “shall i ask her to come and see you?” She said. “when?” I asked. “you tell me” she said. And i did. “she will be with you at 7 this evening” she said and returned to her work. I had ordered food from the local udupi that evening for two of us and was waiting for her. A little after 7 she rang the bell. I opened the door to see saroj in one of the saris i had given her, with a hint of delicate make up. “aagaya” she said. “andar aana” i replied. And swaying her hips, jingling her bangles and her anklets, she walked in smiling away at me. I asked her to sit, and laid the table. She came in to help and brought the food and we had our dinner. She cleaned up the table and as i was watching tv, she came to me. I took her hand in mine and took her on my lap. She felt shy and tried to hide her face. I gently brought her back in focus and drawing her head down, planted a deep and long kiss on her lips and slowly our mouths opened and our tongues were clashing with one another, sucking on them with total abandon. After some time, we broke off and looked each other in the eyes, our intense love for one another, just pouring out. “i never thought you will like me” she said, her gaze fixed on me. “who ever said i like you? I just love you, and love you with an intensity i never knew existed in me” i replied. “why me? After all, i am of a low caste” she said. “what has caste to do with love? Your behaviour was anything but low class” i said. At this, she again brought her moist lips and locked it on mine, her eyes half closed, and calling me” master! My master. I love you so much.” “i love you too saroj. I have never loved anyone before. And i want you for me alone” i replied, kissing her all over her face. And then, i removed her pallu and dropped it. My hands were now busy removing her blouse buttons and then i deftly peeled off her blouse and then her brassieres and looked down on her lovely brown inviting breasts. My hand took one and gently squeezed the softness. She sighed. My fingers took her nipple and played on it for some time, often flicking it with my nail. She took my head down to her other breast and lifting it to me said, “suck on it master. And suck hard.” I did just that, twirling the now uplifted nipple with my teeth.”Oh master. How lovely it feels. Don’t stop lover. And don’t be gentle. Be harsh and be rough” she said. But i was gentle with her and sucked her breasts one after another. She was squirming, and her hands were all over me. “remove your clothes” she ordered. I slipped away from her and quickly stripped to reveal her in my naked form, with my manhood in its full glory. She gasped looking at me and my 6 inch erection. I confess it is not large as some of the iss readers claim with 9 to 12 inches length, but to her it seemed big enough for her. With a lot of love she came forward and taking it her bangle filled hand kissed it. She then pulled the foreskin back and took it in her mouth, transporting me to heights i had never reached before. Holding her face in my hand, i gently pulled out of her mouth and lifting her, kissed her deep and full in her mouth, while my hands removed the other half of her sari and petticoat, revealing her like an apsara with all her naked glory, but covered by her long, black knee length tresses, her arms full of multi hued bangles, and her sringar. She stood trying to cover her nakedness, her head looking down shyly, with a smile. She was a bomb! And i was lucky to have her.