A year ago, an incident occurred that forever changed my perception of everyday interactions. As a 25-year-old man standing 5’9″ with a moderately fit physique, I led a relatively routine life with some regular exercise and a balanced diet. This story revolves around our long-time housemaid, Sheela aunty, who has been working with us for almost six years. Sheela aunty, in her mid-50s, was a woman of striking features, with a dark complexion, perfectly shaped breasts, and long, thick hair that she oiled regularly.
Our conversations were usually limited to mundane topics, such as my college life and the food at my hostel. Sheela aunty worked at three to four houses daily, starting with ours to finish her work early. During the monsoon season, she began arriving half an hour earlier than usual, around 7:30 am, when I was typically still asleep.
One morning, the maid unexpectedly opened my bedroom door and caught sight of my morning erection! Embarrassed, I tried to cover myself with a pillow, but I noticed her gaze fixed on my crotch before she left with a smile.
This incident sparked my imagination, and the next day, I decided to sleep naked, covering myself with just a blanket. When Sheela aunty entered my room, I pretended to be asleep but observed her noticing my bulge with her side-eye. She always wore a saree to work, with her pallu tucked in by the side of her waist, crossing along her cleavage. It was evident she didn’t wear a bra, as her erect nipples were clearly visible, creating a delightful sight that instantly aroused me.
Over the next two days, the sexual tension between me and our middle-aged housemaid reached its peak. Then, one day, due to heavy rain, Sheela aunty arrived late and finished her work around 6 pm. My mother asked me to drop her home as it was still raining, and her house was about 5 kilometers away on the outskirts of the city. I was thrilled at the opportunity to be alone with her.
During the drive, she sat in the back seat, and I couldn’t help but steal glances at her cleavage through the rearview mirror. She noticed my stares and teased me by revealing more of herself while smiling coyly. This drove me wild. On the way, she asked me to stop so she could buy some groceries. When she returned, she was drenched from the rain, her wet clothes clinging to her body, accentuating her curves and erect nipples. I offered her my jacket, which she gratefully accepted, her wet hair shining brightly.
As we drove through the barely visible roads due to the rain, I decided to stop at a secluded spot on the outskirts. The moment I turned towards her, we both knew we could no longer hide our desires. Our eyes locked, and we leaned closer, feeling each other’s warm breath in the cold, rainy atmosphere. I slowly planted a kiss on her soft lips, pushing her wet hair behind her ears and caressing her mature body. Initially hesitant, she soon gave in to my advances.
We kissed passionately for what felt like an eternity, and I began exploring the maid’s body with my hands. Sheela aunty responded by undressing me and herself, her sweaty scent mixed with the rain driving me into a state of trance. As I explored her body, I felt her moistness, and I began fingering her while pinching her nipples playfully. The erotic tension between us was palpable.
I made her sit on my lap, her back against me, and we continued kissing. She undressed me, and I took in the strong aroma of her sweaty patches, which oddly heightened my arousal. She pulled me into her sweaty cleavage, and I licked it off, making her even more aroused. I circled her nipples with my tongue, driving her mad with desire. Eventually, I made her sit in the backseat, leaned before her, and slowly licked her thighs. Grabbing her waist, I teased her by licking on and off, which annoyed her, and she pushed my head to her clit, wrapping her legs around me. I sucked on her clit, and her sweet nectar flowed, covering my face.
The horny servant then pulled me up for a smooch and began stroking my cock after spitting on the tip, maintaining strong eye contact that made me even hornier. She licked my shaft and balls, driving me wild. I lost control, grabbed her head, and shoved my dick into her mouth. She sucked passionately, scratching my thighs, and I released a huge load on her boobs and face.
As we stripped off each other’s remaining clothes, I made her lie flat on her back and grabbed her hands above her head. I licked her from her navel to her lips, making her moan louder. The strong odor from her slightly hairy armpits invited me to lick them, and she moaned even louder, filling the car with her scent and fogging up the windows.
Unable to hold back any longer, Sheela aunty begged me to fuck her. I had been waiting for this moment forever. I let her spit on my cock to lubricate it and slowly slid it into her warm, tight pussy, which squeezed my dick along her inner walls. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulled me close, and started moaning loudly into my ear as I fucked her in missionary, increasing my speed. She caressed my butthole and fingered it, making me go even harder. As I reached the climax, I pulled her in with force and released a huge load into her, watching my cum drip out of her pussy.
The rain soon stopped, and as we dressed up, we hugged each other. She whispered in my ear, “This is just the beginning.”
This explicit encounter with our housemaid Sheela aunty was undeniably out of the blue and intense, leaving a lasting impact on my life. It taught me how unexpected moments can lead to profound experiences, altering the course of ordinary days into unforgettable memories.
Our conversations were usually limited to mundane topics, such as my college life and the food at my hostel. Sheela aunty worked at three to four houses daily, starting with ours to finish her work early. During the monsoon season, she began arriving half an hour earlier than usual, around 7:30 am, when I was typically still asleep.
One morning, the maid unexpectedly opened my bedroom door and caught sight of my morning erection! Embarrassed, I tried to cover myself with a pillow, but I noticed her gaze fixed on my crotch before she left with a smile.
This incident sparked my imagination, and the next day, I decided to sleep naked, covering myself with just a blanket. When Sheela aunty entered my room, I pretended to be asleep but observed her noticing my bulge with her side-eye. She always wore a saree to work, with her pallu tucked in by the side of her waist, crossing along her cleavage. It was evident she didn’t wear a bra, as her erect nipples were clearly visible, creating a delightful sight that instantly aroused me.
Over the next two days, the sexual tension between me and our middle-aged housemaid reached its peak. Then, one day, due to heavy rain, Sheela aunty arrived late and finished her work around 6 pm. My mother asked me to drop her home as it was still raining, and her house was about 5 kilometers away on the outskirts of the city. I was thrilled at the opportunity to be alone with her.
During the drive, she sat in the back seat, and I couldn’t help but steal glances at her cleavage through the rearview mirror. She noticed my stares and teased me by revealing more of herself while smiling coyly. This drove me wild. On the way, she asked me to stop so she could buy some groceries. When she returned, she was drenched from the rain, her wet clothes clinging to her body, accentuating her curves and erect nipples. I offered her my jacket, which she gratefully accepted, her wet hair shining brightly.
As we drove through the barely visible roads due to the rain, I decided to stop at a secluded spot on the outskirts. The moment I turned towards her, we both knew we could no longer hide our desires. Our eyes locked, and we leaned closer, feeling each other’s warm breath in the cold, rainy atmosphere. I slowly planted a kiss on her soft lips, pushing her wet hair behind her ears and caressing her mature body. Initially hesitant, she soon gave in to my advances.
We kissed passionately for what felt like an eternity, and I began exploring the maid’s body with my hands. Sheela aunty responded by undressing me and herself, her sweaty scent mixed with the rain driving me into a state of trance. As I explored her body, I felt her moistness, and I began fingering her while pinching her nipples playfully. The erotic tension between us was palpable.
I made her sit on my lap, her back against me, and we continued kissing. She undressed me, and I took in the strong aroma of her sweaty patches, which oddly heightened my arousal. She pulled me into her sweaty cleavage, and I licked it off, making her even more aroused. I circled her nipples with my tongue, driving her mad with desire. Eventually, I made her sit in the backseat, leaned before her, and slowly licked her thighs. Grabbing her waist, I teased her by licking on and off, which annoyed her, and she pushed my head to her clit, wrapping her legs around me. I sucked on her clit, and her sweet nectar flowed, covering my face.
The horny servant then pulled me up for a smooch and began stroking my cock after spitting on the tip, maintaining strong eye contact that made me even hornier. She licked my shaft and balls, driving me wild. I lost control, grabbed her head, and shoved my dick into her mouth. She sucked passionately, scratching my thighs, and I released a huge load on her boobs and face.
As we stripped off each other’s remaining clothes, I made her lie flat on her back and grabbed her hands above her head. I licked her from her navel to her lips, making her moan louder. The strong odor from her slightly hairy armpits invited me to lick them, and she moaned even louder, filling the car with her scent and fogging up the windows.
Unable to hold back any longer, Sheela aunty begged me to fuck her. I had been waiting for this moment forever. I let her spit on my cock to lubricate it and slowly slid it into her warm, tight pussy, which squeezed my dick along her inner walls. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulled me close, and started moaning loudly into my ear as I fucked her in missionary, increasing my speed. She caressed my butthole and fingered it, making me go even harder. As I reached the climax, I pulled her in with force and released a huge load into her, watching my cum drip out of her pussy.
The rain soon stopped, and as we dressed up, we hugged each other. She whispered in my ear, “This is just the beginning.”
This explicit encounter with our housemaid Sheela aunty was undeniably out of the blue and intense, leaving a lasting impact on my life. It taught me how unexpected moments can lead to profound experiences, altering the course of ordinary days into unforgettable memories.
