Stripping And Helping Maid With Chores
Dear Indian Sex Stories dot net readers, I am Gautam, 26 years old, living alone in Mumbai and working with a consulting firm. I live alone in an apartment complex and given we have a 24/7 gym, I tend to keep very well in shape even with a hectic work schedule. My body type is broad athletic with an eight-pack abs as well (recently carved). This is my real sex story. It was a slow Sunday morning when I woke up around noon to a doorbell. I walked out in my sleeping shorts and a vest to answer. It was my maid Shanti, who comes twice a day to do the cleaning and cook food. She has been working for me since I moved to Mumbai and we share a very cordial relation. She is a mother of a young child but still manages to keep pretty much in shape due to the physical labor she does. We joked about her waking me earlier than expected on a Sunday and she offered to make me tea. I watched some TV and had my morning tea, after which I went to my room to bathe. I had come out of the bathroom and changed into my nicer clothes since I was expecting to go out in a bit. I suddenly heard some noise from outside about a few things falling, and rushed out to see Shanti trying to tackle a heavy suitcase kept on a height at the top of the shelf. She was about to lose control of it when I suddenly leaped out to hold out the suitcase. “Arrey, you could’ve been hurt Shanti. Why are you cleaning the top of the shelf?”, I exclaimed annoyedly. “Bhaiya, there are spiders making webs on top of all this storage stuff. I thought I’d clean it out this Sunday”, she tried to explain her good motive. I thought to myself that she is being extra helpful because if it was up to me, I would’ve ignored cleaning up there till eternity. “Acha, let me help you out. This stuff is really heavy. I’ll pick it up and you clean it”, I offered. I picked up the heavy suitcase, weighed it down on my body and kept it down on the floor. “Oh no”, I was shocked to see the dust almost pillaging my white t-shirt. I ignored it and moved on to pick out other stuff when she interrupted – “Aap yeh shirt nikal do, daag lag jayega (Please take this shirt off otherwise it’ll get stained)”, she suggested shyly. I hesitated at first but then I didn’t think it was much of a big deal. She’s surely seen me shirtless before, I thought and took the shirt off. I started picking out other heavy showpieces and boxes. All were riddled with dust which was rubbing off on my body. I was sweating at one point after taking down kilos and kilos of weight when Shanti took one end of her saree’s pallu and dabbed the sweat off my face, armpits, and arms, and back. I felt a little ticklish and one polybag full of dusty old books just tripped off my hands spreading dust all around my body and now even my jeans (which I had initially been careful of not dirtying). I started patting my jeans to get the dust off but it just seemed to get a stronger hold on the denim. I was frantically trying to pat the dust away when Shanti says, “Bhaiya, isso paani mein daal deti hun, saara dhool nikal jayega (I’ll put it in the water, it’ll soak all the dust out)”. I was confused whether she was asking me to take them off later and hand it over for a wash or whether she suggested taking them off right now. She pointed towards my jeans’ button to signal that I should take the pair off right now. “No, let it be, we can wash it later”, I muttered. I was feeling perplexed because on one hand I’m rather proud of my body and have worked out in my briefs several times at the gym in front of ladies her age, but just felt hesitant right now being half naked alone in my home with a woman. She nodded half-heartedly and seemed visibly annoyed I didn’t take her suggestion. I decided to let go of my random inhibitions and felt like this is an honest situation for such exposure. Moreover, he had never thought sexually about Shanti so I wasn’t supposed to feel odd by this. I unbuttoned my jeans and took them off to hand it over to her. I was now standing my tight white briefs in front of her. She went away to soak the jeans while I continued picking out boxes. She tried to be feeling up my body at certain instances but it could easily have been an innocent contact of two people working in the same area. We were soon done with all this. As I was placing my last box, she asked: “I think you’ll have to take another bath?”. I made an annoyed expression since I just had a bath some 20 minutes ago. “No need, I’ll get you a wet towel, just clean yourself up”, she said instantly. She comes back with a wet towel and starts dabbing across my back and shoulders. I didn’t mind especially since it is hard to scrub the back properly. Soon, in a frustrated voice, she said “Oh, this is getting worse. I think you really need a quick shower with soap.” I try to sneak a peek at my back that was now all black due to the dust and water. I moaned and hasted towards the shower in my briefs. I left my bedroom door open and as I was about to shut my bathroom door, Shanti comes in and asks, “Let me soap your back, you’ll not be able to reach it”. I felt weird at once but then she was right. I, standing in my white briefs, turn my back to her and handed her the soap. To make the lather, she switched the shower on for a minute before turning it off. I didn’t expect to all wet, I just expected her to soap me up and leave so that I can shower properly on my own after taking off my briefs. She starts soaping my wet back and shoulders, her hands eventually coming to the front side to move around on my abs. She took more soap and started soaping around the back of my legs and thighs, occasionally also rubbing her hands on top of my briefs and ass. I was surprised to feel her hands going all over my backside but it felt kind of nice. She pulled on my shoulder to signal me to turn.