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Hi everyone. I am Ronak from Ahmedabad. I am a big fan of erotic stories. In fact, stories excite me more than watching porn. I have been reading stories for over almost 15 years now and always thought of writing a few myself. Finally, I’m starting and this is my first attempt.
It was 8:00 am in the morning. I called my boss and told that I won’t be going to the office. I had a severe headache and was also running a slight fever. My son had already left for the school and my wife was also about to leave for her work. She just overheard my conversation with my boss and asked me if she should take leave.
I told her to carry on to her work as it was nothing serious and I would be fine by evening. Our maid Tara was busy in kitchen cooking to prepare lunch-box for me and my wife. Tara had been working with us for over a year now. Earlier my wife used to call her to get a massage from her whenever she had body ache.
Then when we had a problem with our maid due to excess leaves and calling absent without providing a replacement maid. We fired her and my wife asked Tara if she would like to do our domestic work. She readily agreed as she was in need of money. Tara is in her early thirties.
She has a seven years old son living separately from her husband (not divorced yet) due to her husband having multiple affairs. I had hots for her from the time when I saw her for the very first time. She has a full body of a matured MILF. A little short in height. Maybe around 5 ft. She has curly hair and fair skin.
She always wears saree in Gujarati Style. Her blouses are pretty low at neck and back. She normally covers her front with saree and always pins it at the shoulder. So it was very difficult to peek at her cleavage. But I used to get hard on just having a look at her exquisite back.
My hands itched to caress that fair and buttery surface of her back whenever I looked at her. Her figure must be 34-30-38. In all, she was a complete package. I always ogled at her back and the bare skin of her waist when she worked around the house. Normally she arrives early in the morning.
She cooks our meals, then washes the clothes, washes dishes and finally sweeps the house before leaving. My wife leaves around 8.00 am in the morning and I leave around 8.45. I used to do a little chit-chat with Tara once in a while in those 45 minutes. She had become quite frank with me in a year’s time.
But I always acted like a gentleman. The subject of our talks would be her household life or her son’s studies and so on. I always showed genuine concern regarding her financial situation and her son’s studies. She had started admiring me as a well-wisher.
Coming back to the day. My wife was gone in 5 minutes. I was lying in the bed trying to get some sleep. In about half an hour’s time, Tara entered the bedroom to make the bed and sweep the floor. I told her that I would make the bed later as I didn’t feel like getting up and she could carry on with the sweeping.
The whole conversation took place in Gujarati. I have translated for the sake of the readers.
Tara: What happened Saab?
Me: Nothing. I have a headache and perhaps mild fever.
Tara: Oh. The season is like that.
It was a peak summer day of June. Schools had just started for my son. I was just in my pajama and vest.
Me: yes. I had to roam around in the afternoon heat yesterday. It was very hot out there.
Tara: Saab, why don’t you buy a car now? Why do you run around on a motorcycle?
Me: You are right. I need to plan to buy a car now.
Tara: Madam keeps telling me how hard you work.
Me: In today’s time it is not possible to meet ends without putting hard work.
Tara: (with a sigh) I wish my husband would think like you. Madam keeps telling me how you take care of her and your son.
Me: I must take good care of them. It is my responsibility.
Tara: All men are not like you.
I sensed a little opening for me there. I thought if she had this kind of thoughts for me, I should try my luck to seduce her. I stretched the conversation further.
Me: Tara, my wife appreciates your massaging skills very much. Can you give me a head massage?
Tara: (a little hesitantly) Ok.
She took a bottle of hair oil from the dressing table and sat on the edge of the bed near me. I slid a little inside the bed to make room for her. Then I got up and sat on the bed. I told her to stand and massage my head. Now she was standing on the floor and I was sitting on the bed facing the other side.
My back was to her. She took some oil in her hand and started massaging my head gently. After a while, she took a little more oil and started putting more pressure. I feel quite relaxed.
Me: Tara.
Tara: Hmm.
Me: You really have magic in your hands. When your madam praised your skills I thought she was exaggerating, but now I realize how right she is!
Tara: It is God’s gift to me.
Me: I am really feeling so good. I wish you could massage my back, too.
Tara: Hmm.
Me: Please Tara. Actually, my whole body is paining. I really need it.
Tara: Ok. But please don’t tell madam.
Me: No one will know Tara.
I just wanted that. I lay on my stomach and she sat on the edge of the bed. I raised my vest up to my chest. My back was half exposed. She took some oil in her hand and started massaging my lower back. This time she started giving pressure from the beginning.
It felt really good. She started moving upwards slowly. She slid her hands inside my vest to reach up to my upper back and shoulders.
Tara: Saab, please remove your vest. It will get dirty with oil. I will only have to wash it afterward.
Me: Ok.
I removed my vest and got back in position. She started giving me massage with full vigor. Somehow I felt that her breathing had become heavy. After all, it was more than one year since she encountered a male body.
I don’t have a very masculine body that will make women go weak in their knees. But overall decent physique. I used to exercise in my youth so effects of that hard work were still there.
Me: Tara
Tara: Hmm.
Me: Your hands are really doing wonders. Your fingers are magical.
Tara: Thank you, Saab.
I turned around abruptly while she was moving her hand from upper back to lower back. By the time she realized, her one hand was directly over my crotch. She removed the hand swiftly but I’m sure she must have felt my hard on his palm.
I told her to stop and carry on with her work as I was now feeling better. Her face had turned red and she was blushing. She got back to her sweeping work. I gave her 300 rupees. She refused to take initially but finally took when I insisted.
As it is getting too long I’m stopping here. In the next installment, I will narrate how I convinced her to get a massage from me and how that massage session ended in hardcore fuck which turned her into my permanent slut.
Awaiting feedback from all you lovely people. Any lady in and around Ahmedabad looking for fun may write to my mail id
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