My eyes opened at 7 AM. My mind was blank at the beginning. As I tried to move I felt the body of Lata on top of me. Lata was still sleeping, her breath falling on my shoulders. Her dark naked body rested on mine. I could feel the smell of her body, common to the tribal community which she belonged to. Her boobs were pressed on my boobs, I remembered she was sucking on them during the last session of the steamy sex we had last night. After that around 1 AM she lay on top of me and while engaged in deep kissing we fell asleep. And then I remembered it all, how I turned into a lesbian, with the maid.
My name is Puja and it was the time when I had just turned 18. It was the year 2001. I was studying in college with Chemistry honours. My parents were both engineers in a construction firm and were always busy with their work. We lived in an ancestral house huge in size but used only a portion of the house including a hall,two bedrooms and a kitchen. The rest of the house was kept under lock and key but opened for maintenance daily by our housekeeper Seema only in presence of mom or dad. We had some domestic help in the form of a cook Gita, a driver Raja, the housekeeper Seema and a maid Lata. Other than maintaining the closed rooms Seema also supervised the work of Lata and Gita. None of them resided at our home and usually left after their work got over.
Lata was a tribal woman residing in a ‘basti’ in our neighborhood. People from that basti used to serve as workers in the construction firm in which mom and dad were working. Lata was in her mid-thirties at that time. People from her tribe are usually dark-complexioned but Lata was probably one of the darkest among them. Her skin was really very dark, almost jet black. She had an average look but had a nice figure. She lost her husband within a year of her marriage. Being an orphan she was thus left alone in the world. In order to make ends meet she worked as a maid. She didn’t want to work in the construction firm as her late husband used to work there.
Before I tell you about the night that I mentioned in the beginning I want to share in detail all important events that finally led to that. Even since Lata started working in our house I could always feel she used to stare at me. I felt that she used to scan my body with her eyes. I noticed it but never gave it a thought, assuming it was just my imagination. But a few more incidents happened which made me think again.
Once I found that while washing clothes she was sniffing my T-shirt. It seemed really weird to see her do so. Once I was thirsty and asked Gita for a glass of water as I had applied mehndi on my hands. Lata rushed instead and brought the water. She lifted the glass to my lips and let me sip the water, her eyes staring at me all the time. As I finished drinking, she slowly put her thumb under my lower lip and rubbed the little droplet of water accumulated there. I was so shocked by this that couldn’t utter a word. I just gazed at her. She smiled just a bit and went away with the empty glass. I grew curious about her behavior and hence decided not to reveal her actions to my parents. Another day as I came out in my towel after shower, I was shocked to see Lata in my room. She was holding a glass of juice in one hand and with the other she was fondling my lingerie on the bed. As she saw me she gave a notorious smile and gazed on my towel clad body. “Have some juice”, she said with a smile. Her teeth looked very white, probably because of the contrast with her black skin. I took the glass and in the process Lata stirred her fingers on mine. She left soon leaving me in a world of thoughts.
Even I started to become curious about Lata. I too stared at her body whenever she was doing the household work. Our eyes began to meet now, staring at each other. I could sense a hunger in her eyes for me. One night in a dream I saw myself in a deserted place. Nobody was around and I was starting to feel afraid. Just then I saw Lata walking toward me. Seeing her I ran and hugged her and said,” Latadidi I am all alone help me please.” As I looked up she was smiling and said,” Of course I am here to help you out.” She placed the palms of her hands on my cheeks and pulled my face to her. As our lips met I closed my eyes, feeling Lata’s lips on mine. But the dream was over right then because my alarm started to ring. I got up and tried to remember what had happened. It was a wild dream but was it an indicator of my subconscious feelings? Slowly and steadily I started to accept this, that I had feelings for our maid. I didn’t feel myself perverted even for a bit,for feeling such attraction towards another woman, double my age and also a tribal maid. I was just eighteen then mind you, it was like an adventure to me. As days passed I grew a bit bolder and decided to make some advances. Everyday Lata after the day’s work used to change her clothes and hung the work clothes in the rope. Once when nobody was watching I took hold of her blouse and sniffed it. The raw pungent smell of tribal sweat engulfed my senses. I sniffed once, twice… ten times, even more. As I did so I felt a strange sensation in my pussy. It was getting wet and I was breathing heavily. Before anyone could come and notice anything I rushed back to my room. The body odour of the maid had filled my senses. I just loved it! The very next day after my lunch when Lata brought juice for me I asked her to drink the juice first. She was surprised by this and said, ” How can I drink it Puja? It’s for you.” But I insisted,” Latadidi you work so hard the entire day and you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. I think you deserve a glass of refreshing juice. Please have it.” Lata smiled and winked at me, and then started sipping from the glass, her eyes fixed at mine. As she drank half the glass I held her hand and moved the glass towards me. I put my lips exactly where Lata’s lips were before, and sipped the remaining juice, holding onto her hand in the process. Lata was clearly shocked by this advance by me but she was very pleased indeed. As I finished she like always traced the little juice accumulated under my lips and this time sucked from her finger. We smiled at each other. Just then I heard that Gita was calling Mom and Dad to eat which means they had arrived for lunch break. Lata hurried off the room and got busy in her chores. From then on everyday we used to share the juice from the same glass. One day imitating her I traced the juice droplet below her lips and sucked my finger too. But we were always in a constant fear of getting caught and hence couldn’t do anything more.
Our days were passing like this. We didn’t get much time together because I had to leave for college in the morning along with my parents who went out for work. When I used to come back for lunch my parents too came for lunch. I had tutorial classes in the afternoon for which I had to leave with my parents again when they went out for second shift of work. So, we only managed one or two stolen moments of naughtiness together. By this time Lata’s attraction towards me had grown a lot which I understood by the following incident. Lata and me made a habit of exciting naughty juice encounters since this was the only time we got alone to each other. Once I was busy finishing an assignment and hence didn’t realise when Lata had come with the juice and waiting. She didn’t call me,just waited while I was so busy that didn’t even turn my back to notice her arrival. She was naturally frustrated as she had other work to attend and time was running out. Finally she placed the glass beside me with a thud and went away. She became so angry that she avoided me for the next two days. Even she sent Gita with juice to me. I was frustrated but couldn’t find any chance to make amends with her. Whenever we had eye contact my eyes pleaded to her but she wouldn’t care. Finally on the third day she came with the juice. She wasn’t even looking at me as she said,”Juice for you.” I said,” Latadidi why are you doing this to me? Please I am sorry. I didn’t notice you that day because I was busy with my studies. Please.” Lata sternly looked into my eyes and said,”I am not to be avoided,do you get me? This is the only time we find some space, a mere matter of minutes and you just gave it away.” I held her hand and said,”I won’t do it ever again Latadidi please forgive me.” “Ok”,she said,” But on one condition. Sit on the chair and open your mouth.” I did exactly what she told me to do. She then did something I wasn’t expecting at all. She sipped the juice and then while holding my chin started to pour the juice from her mouth to my open mouth! As I gulped the liquid I shivered in excitement. She repeated the process till the glass was empty. Oh this was the tastiest juice ever for me. The feeling that I am actually tasting her mouth made my pussy wet again. These things were happening for the first time in my life and at that age I was naturally excited. In order to make sure that no liquid spills on my cloth Lata drew her mouth quite close to me. I could feel her inches from me, her body odour as always captivating me. Her excited breath fell on my face, eyes fixed on my eyes. I was trembling in excitement. The fear of getting caught by Gita or Seema or my returning parents couldn’t lower my thrill in it. As I gulped the liquid I slowly moaned,”Mmmmm” and Lata was full of smile again. We were lucky that we were unseen that day even with Gita and Seema around. After I finished the juice Lata slowly bent down, kissed my cheeks and left smiling. She later apologised to me having taken such a big risk. But I was in seventh heaven that day and despite the risk felt extremely happy. Our days were passing like this with occasional holding of hands, stare, smile and of course juice sharing. But both of us were itching to take a bigger step. Well, that opportunity too came one day.