Indian – Housemaid Lakshmi

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Hi friends, I am Mohan and I grew up in a small town just north of Cannanore in Kerala. I welcome comments.

This happened while I was in high school. I was eighteen, and came from a well-to-do family. I lived in a large 2-story house and had a full complement of servants, who did most of the house chores, cooking, and gardening. My main activities involved school, soccer in the evening and some socializing with friends. I knew something about sex, but not much. The only knowledge that I had came from discussions with classmates and from looking at some mild porn magazines with partial nudity.

I had my share of caressing the neighbor’s eighteen-year-old daughter Kamala’s boobs once in a while whenever she came over to play. She had nice, rounded boobs and strange new sensations came over me whenever I touched them. I used to get aroused, but nothing more. She always enjoyed the initial touching and external caressing for a few minutes, and her nipples hardened. Sometimes, I got my hand inside her blouse, undid her bra, and caressed her boobs and played with her hardened nipples. I tried to place her hand on my cock, but she quickly withdrew it. She enjoyed my hand inside her skirt touching and caressing her thighs, but when I tried to put my fingers inside her panties, she quickly ran away to her home and I never knew why.

My story revolves around our housemaid, Lakshmi. Lakshmi was twenty-two years old, with a medium complexion, slim, and had a taut, athletic body. She was a high school graduate, very attractive, and had some very cultured ways about her. She did not fit the stereotypical image of a housemaid. Later on I found out that she came from a well to do family that lost their wealth due to her uncle’s foolish gambling habits. So now she worked as a housemaid. Her hair was thick, luxurious and curly, and her boobs were medium sized, firm and quite perky.

Sometimes, on hot summer days, she wore a skirt along with a thin blouse and her dark areolas and the outline of her semi-erect nipples could be seen through her blouse. Since I was quite young and inexperienced in any kind of real sexual activity, I did not see Lakshmi as a sex symbol. I knew that my neighbor Kamala’s boobs were nice and firm to my touch, and I was curious and imagined what Lakshmi’s boobs would feel like. However, Kamala was a young girl compared to Lakshmi who was a full-grown woman. I was too afraid to venture into any such sexual activity with Lakshmi, and just went along playing, reading, doing my homework and other normal activities around the house.

One evening, while playing soccer, I took a fall and sprained my knee. I thought nothing of it and continued playing. Big mistake! By the time I got back home, my knee was clearly swollen and I walked with a limp because of the pain. I could not go to school the next day and my knee hurt even more. I was a little worried by all this and stayed in my upstairs bedroom. Lakshmi brought me my breakfast and lunch. She was also worried about my knee and suggested a massage with herbal oil from the local vaidyer (ayurvedic doctor). To me, one day at home, away from my friends and play seemed like an eternity. Therefore, I agreed to this, and Lakshmi prepared the oil and came to my bedroom.

I was dressed in my soccer shorts. Lakshmi started to apply the herbal oil, and in true ayurvedic tradition massaged both my legs, instead of just one. The massage felt great. Lakshmi was sitting on my bed facing me and bent over me; I had a clear view of her bosom and could see the dark areolas and her nipples as she moved forwards and backwards, during the massage. I could even see a slight nipple-erection as she massaged my thighs and stopped just short of my crotch and penis, which by this time was stirring. Lakshmi could also see what was happening to me and smiled a little bit. This made me feel embarrassed. Then she changed her position, facing away from me, in order to facilitate her massaging my thighs. In doing so, she sat closer to me and her hips were touching my upper arms. I found myself in a slightly awkward position, and brought my arm around her, encircling her. Then I got bolder and started tracing patterns on her back. Lakshmi was tickled at first, but then, enjoyed the attention of my playful fingers on her back, and occasionally giggled.

Lakshmi instinctively knew that I was enjoying this; she asked me, “Mohan, can I straddle you, so that I can massage both your legs at the same time?”

“Sure, Lakshmi, go ahead.”

She moved over, faced me, sat with my feet almost touching her pelvis (and pussy), and stretched her entire body in long massaging strokes from my shins to almost my crotch. I could no longer control myself and she saw my erection. Now her massage strokes went even farther, and the tips of her fingers would go slightly inside my shorts and lightly brush past the base of my cock.

I requested for her to lie down beside me and massage me. She did. As soon as she was beside me, I summoned up all the courage that I needed and placed my palm on her breasts. I cupped one breast and gave her boobs a gentle squeeze.

Lakshmi giggled and twisted her body a little, in modesty.

Her boobs were very firm to my touch and they felt good. I noticed that Lakshmi liked it too. Lakshmi’s boobs felt firmer, fuller, and much bigger than Kamala’s boobs.

This was all the encouragement that Lakshmi needed. She put her hand inside my shorts and firmly held my cock, which was fully erect by now. I didn’t know what she was going to do; but then she squeezed my cock with her oily hand and the feeling was great! She stroked my cock up and down a few times. At this point, she said that she wanted to make sure that no one would disturb us (rather, catch us in the act).

“Mohan, let me check and see what Amma (mother) is doing – I’ll be right back”

She hastily left the room, but was back quickly, and proceeded to take off my shorts and underwear, and she took off her blouse, but kept her bra and skirt on.

By now, I was bolder and had all the courage that I needed – besides, my cock was erect. Throwing caution to the winds, I reached over, unhooked her bra and freed her boobs.

Her magnificent boobs shot straight out, like twin peaks, defying gravity along with her fully erect dark nipples. Lakshmi hugged me, leaned over, and placed one nipple in my mouth. I played with her boobs while sucking her nipples, first one, then the other, and she enjoyed it.

Her one hand encircled me while the other hand held my erect cock. She was surprised to see my six-inch cock. She told me that when she was in school, she had a boyfriend and he had a smaller cock, but she liked my size better. Lakshmi pulled down my foreskin and exposed the glans, which looked like a mushroom, and ran her fingers over the tip of my cock using the massage oil. I caressed her boobs, sucked her nipples and was feeling good. Her skirt had moved up to her mid thighs and she made no attempt to move it down.

Then, Lakshmi did something that shocked me. She guided my hand to her thighs, under her skirt, and then over to her bush and pussy.

She had already removed her underwear while she had gone downstairs!

Lakshmi had anticipated and planned a pleasant sequence of events. Even though I had heard a lot from my friends, this was the first time that I had ever felt a woman’s bush and pussy! Her pussy hair felt soft and curly and can only be described as luxuriant. Yes, Lakshmi had a luxurious bush!

Her pussy lips were wet and all the while Lakshmi provided me with guidance and instructions. It felt good to learn from a girl who had some experience. My fingers found her vagina and soon I was doing a pussy massage on Lakshmi. She started moaning, “Uuuuuuuuuummmmm…!”

Meanwhile, her fingers on my cock felt great.

Lakshmi moaned, “Aaaaayyyyyyoooohhhhh…! Endah deyvehmeah…! Nalla rasam undu (My God! It feels great).”

Lakshmi’s pussy was very wet and her vaginal muscles tightly gripped my fingers, which were sliding in and out of her tight pussy. This activity went on for a good ten minutes.

My finger thrusts were punctuated by her soft moans.

“Faster Mohan ettah, faster! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh…! Faster moaneh! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

Then I felt her body quiver and shudder, and her upward thrusting movements became harder and more rapid. I was extremely fascinated, very excited and my cock was very rigid. For the first time in my life, I was seeing a beautiful woman orgasm!

She screamed, “Aaaaayyyyyyoooohhhhh…! Endah deyvehmeah…! (My God) Aaaaayyyyyyoooohhhhh…! Oooooooowwwwwww…!”