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This happened when I was in the final year of my engineering. I was studying while living with our family. We had a housemaid named Divya. She had worked for us for such a long time that she had virtually became a family member. Actually her mother was housemaid at our residence but she started employing Divya at an early age whenever she was not available. My mother liked Divya as she did a better job and so she persisted with her. We never treated her as just a maid. My parents nearly treated her as their third child. We helped her in her schooling, she celebrated all our festivals with us, and she also got new clothes along with my sister and myself. We even took her with us on a few occasions out of town.

Divya was a petite girl and was slightly on the bulkier side. She had huge tits and a very prominent ass. She was not that good looking but had overall nice features on her face. Her body had very nice contours. I especially liked her protruding lips and her long black hair. She was fond of makeup and often used my sister’s kit. She and my sister were nearly of same age but her tits were more prominent than my sisters. At that time, I was dying to give my penis some real fun. A few months earlier I had had my first sexual experience with my maami (maternal aunt) when I was on training at Bhopal. After that I have not had any pussy. I was like a man-eater tiger that had just tasted human blood and was wanting some more. Sex was still very new and there was lot to explore. I used to masturbate regularly, often imagining my first time with aunt. I had manage dto watch a few porn movies and had some porn magazines tucked somewhere in my books. But I was dying to get a woman under me. I wanted that heavenly experience of inserting my cock in the pussy and fucking it real hard till I came. I wanted to feel and massage the boobs and suck them hard.

Divya used to come in the morning and used to do the floor cleaning services. First she would broom clean it and then she used to wet clean the floor. Whenever I was at home at that time, I used to look forward to Divya doing my room. As, then I could get a nice peek at her shapely boobs, as she would bend down to clean the floor. On a few occasions I was lucky to have seen her panty as she sat on the floor on her toes to wet clean the floor with a washcloth as she was wearing a frock that day. Even if she wore Indian dress of shalwar kameez, I would look at her contours with lust imagining what would I do if I could have her. Most often that gave me a hard on and I masturbated in the bathroom. I thought she did not notice my lusty and hungry looks. But I was wrong, as I would come to know soon. During those days, sometime in February, we had to go to Bombay to attend a family wedding. I was doing very well academically so far and did not want to ruin my final year. So, I was not going to go. As it was a wedding of very close relative, rest of my family decided to go leaving me alone back home. Divya was requested to cook for me while my family was gone. This was usual as whenever my mom and sister went away, Divya used to take charge of cooking. They would be gone for 5 days. I had already made plans to watch a lot of porn movies and masturbate.

The day my family left, I was in college. When I came back in the evening, I found food already cooked and some notes instructing me to take care of some errands. I went out, brought some porn and watched till late night while masturbating to the fullest of my energy. But I was still not able to get same level of satisfaction and release that a man gets after having sex. I was so wild and horny that I decided to do something about this. The situation has offered me an excellent chance to try something with Divya and I was emboldened by the raunchy porno. I decided to bunk my next day’s classes and take my chances.

Next morning, I woke up by the ring of doorbell. I knew it would be the milkman. The milkman often left the milk bottles outside the door but still rang the bell to tell my mom that the milk is here. I was not in a mood to get up. Divya would be coming soon so I had to get up and open the door for her anyway. She would bring the bottles in. I woke up again in a while by another doorbell. I was sure it was Divya this time. I got up, unlocked the door, found Divya standing there and without saying a word I went back to bed. After a while I was woken up by a feminine voice uttering my name. “Chintu… Chintu.”. I opened my eyes and Saw Divya with a cup in hand trying to wake me up. She had brought me my morning tea. With a wide yawn I asked her to put that cup on my study table and I got up and went into bathroom for my morning chores. When I came back she was not in the room. She must have gone back to clean up other rooms I thought. I went to my study table to have my tea and I was surprised to find the newspaper beside it. It appeared that my mom had given detailed instructions to Divya.

I was wondering how would I initiate something so that it might lead to me getting lucky. I was sipping the tea and reading the news when Divya entered the room with the broom to clean the floors. She was wearing a frock with flowery print and her long hair tied by a ribbon. I wondered what colored panty she was wearing. She started cleaning the room from a far right corner. I was anxious to take a look at her boobs when she came near me to clean up. I was looking at her body as she had her back towards me. She was bent at the hips and was using the broom. Then she turned and was facing me. As she continued using the broom while bending, I got a nice peek at the gap between her boobs through the neck opening of her dress. I could see the nice curvature of her boobs. As they were huge, they hung nicely as she bent giving me a look at her deep gap between her boobs. My prick started growing in size. I was getting a hard on.

She left the room and returned with a bucket and a washcloth to clean the floor. She sat down on her toes and started wiping the floor with the wet cloth. She was facing away from me and I was admiring her buttocks. As she turned towards me with her eyes on the floor, I thought I would get to see her panties but she covered that are with her frock. I cursed in my mind. I was eager to take a look at her panty. When she was near me, with me sitting on the chair, I dropped a page from the newspaper. As she moved ahead to pick that up and hand it over to me, she had to take her hand away from the frock by which she was holding it and I took my chance to take a look at her panty. She was wearing white panty that day. My penis throbbed with excitement. She completed her cleaning and left the room. I was not sure how I was going to initiate. Or even if I made my move, I was not sure how she was going to react. What if I made a move and she reported it to my parents. That will be so embarrassing. I did not do what to do. I was horny and was not getting any chance to make a move. I decided to take a bath to cool myself down. As I entered the bathroom I saw her cooking in the kitchen. I took a cold shower for a good time and as I looked for a towel in the bathroom, I was shocked to find none in there. Now I was in a soup. What was I going to do? I was too ashamed to ask Divya to fetch my towel. I tried to wipe myself up using my vests that I had removed before bath but it did not work. I decided to get out quietly and get into my room before Divya could see me. I opened the bathroom door slowly and moved my head into the narrow opening to see if Divya was anywhere near. She was not to be seen. I thought she might be doing the laundry. I slowly and quietly got out of the half open bathroom door, nude and wet, and began tiptoeing towards my room. As I came near my room, I felt someone was in the room. Without making any sort of noise, standing still where I was, I bent forward slowly, raising my body up on my toes and tried to take a look inside. What I saw was unbelievable. I was shocked for a while. It was Divya sitting on my bed and looking at one of my porno magazine collection. How the hell did she find my stuff out, I wondered. I used to pride myself up on my immaculate hiding skills till that time as my parents or sister had never even doubted that I had hidden something like that.

Now what was I going to do? How was I going to dry myself up? I was standing there still thinking on my next course of action. Divya was looking at the magazine, taking her time on every page, enjoying the white nude bodies and hardcore pictures of white men fucking white women, their cocks, the pussies, the breasts, everything. She was slowly turning pages and was breathing heavily. I could sense that she was hot. Was this the chance that I was looking for, I wondered. She had no idea that I was looking at her. I was enjoying the sight of watching that girl reading my porn. Imagine a wet nude guy watching a girl reading porn. Not knowing what to do, I crawled back to bathroom. Now I had no alternative than calling Divya to help me out. So I yelled from bathroom, “Divya, I need some help.” She did not speak English so I yelled at my native language. I could hear the noise of my bed sheets, as she must have tried to place my magazine back below the mattress hurriedly.

“Hold on, I am coming.” She answered back in the native language that we both speak. “I am coming” I smiled mischievously. I was standing inside bathroom holding the door open wide enough for her to see my face but was hiding my nude body behind the door. As she came near bathroom, I asked her,” I forgot my towel, Can you give me the towel?” “Sure. One sec.” And she left to fetch the towel. As she brought the towel, I was so relieved to have at last ended the embarrassing episode that I surged ahead to grab that towel and ended up opening the door wide open for her to see me naked. I was standing in the bathroom door naked and wet and she was standing slightly away from the door outside holding the towel and gaping at my body. Her eyes were fixated at my penis for a while. When we both realized where we were she threw the towel on the floor and ran towards the kitchen screaming “Oooi maaa” and laughing. I had just doubled my embarrassment. I somehow grabbed the towel, entered the bathroom, wiped myself up and came out wrapping the same towel around my hips. I straightway headed towards Divya who was in kitchen, still a smile on her face, which widened as I approached her. I went to her, stood near her, slightly behind her. She was cooking something. I spoke, “ Divya, you have seen me nude. Now I should also get to see you nude.”

She turned around to look at me with a shock on her face and said, “No way. Are you out of your mind?” I said, “ Come on. It is only fair. You got to see my thing, now I should also get to see yours.” “It was an accident. You forgot the towel so I got to see. Why should you get to see me like that? You are an idiot.” She said while resuming what she was doing. “So what, end result is you have seen my privates. So I also want to see.” I persisted. She was unrelenting and I wanted my revenge. I dropped my towel and told her “see now it is not an accident. You have seen it once. See it again. I do not mind now. You can see it and then show me yours“. She turned back and was aghast at seeing me standing nude. ...

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