Steaming Up With Meenu

Hello, everyone. This is my first sex story on Indian Sex Stories. I have been a regular reader of erotic stories of this forum for quite a few years now. Finally, I decided to share my own experiences with you. I shall first introduce myself to you.

I am Rupam (name changed), 23 years old, medium complexioned, 5’6” in height with an average body, though a little on the bulky side. I have long curly hair up to my shoulders. I am from Kolkata. Without much ado, I will now shift straight to my story.

When this incident had happened, I was in my junior college and a young woman had come to work as a full-time domestic helper in our house. She was from some village near the border of West Bengal and Orissa.

Her name was Meenu. We came to know from her that at her parents’ place, there, she had left a son of ten years of age, a son from her then divorced the husband. She came to Kolkata in search of work. She had earlier taken up residence in a nearby slum and was working as a part time domestic helper in two households before she got the job with us through a reference.

Being a whole time, she gave up her slum residence and lived with us. Since ours was a family of four with my mom, dad and sister sleeping in a double bed of the two bedrooms, she had to share my room to sleep in, my room being the only other bedroom in the flat.

We were awkward with each other for a few days but soon she eased up a lot in front of me and we got into talking. She was the one to initiate the very first conversations we had about the most mundane stuff and gradually it started becoming more and more personal.

I guess it was because of her staying alone all day with no one to talk too much that she sucked up to me so much the moment I got back home. She would speak to me in a very cordial manner and often behave a little childish and coy on specific situations during later periods of our knowing each other.

We never really had the servant vs Member of the house owner’s family kind of a block between us. We were quite free around each other once she eased up with me, but that used to be in a non-sexual way until she started taking matters into her own hands and turning the direction of our bond elsewhere one day.

Here, I must describe her. She was around 5’4” in height, with a rustic curvy body with strong arms. But the fair complexion of her skin was surprising for me, since before that I had never seen a woman working in households for a living so fair. She had boobs to die for. They were perfectly proportionate. The 32 C boobs were soft and firm (obviously I got to know later). She had a sweet round face with pink, juicy, full lips and deep dark eyes.

She also had jet black long hair and a sexy voice which sometimes put me in doubt about her age. I was only 18 and lacked the courage to take things forward. But luckily she was one horny woman and she soon took charge. She was 28 at that time and was divorced.

So this is how it all started. One day, I returned after the last day of the final exams. It was two o’clock in the noon. She opened the door three to four minutes after ringing the doorbell.

She was wrapped in only a petticoat and droplets of water were running down all over her. We were already on casual speaking terms by then. She smiled and said, “I had gone in to take bath only five minutes ago.” I just said “Oh…”. She hurried to the kitchen and fetched me a glass of water seeing me sweat like a pig.

I said, “Arreh, why are you bothering yourself, I would have got it myself, finish your bath or else you will catch a cold.” She smiled while handing me the glass and said, “No dear, nothing would happen to me, do not worry.” As I sipped the water, she suddenly rested her elbows on my shoulders and asked me, “So, how was your exam today? ”

In saying this, she had come close to me and I could get the smell of her body oil and feel her boobs brushing against my chest. I grew uncomfortable and took a step back saying, “Oh, i- it was alright… ” She made to move closer to me again and suddenly the knot of her petticoat slipped and it fell to the floor in one go and in an instant, she was stark nude in front of me.

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I choked on the water and she bent down to lift her cloth up and hit my hand on her head which resulted in me losing my nervous grip on the glass and the water falling all over me and getting me wet. She quickly tied the petticoat and acted as if nothing had happened. But I had turned so awkward that I stood frozen, all wet and the glass rolled on the floor.

She picked up the glass and said, “Oh no! You have gotten all wet. Come Come, you must take a bath right now and change your clothes or else you will fall sick now.” and before I could say another word, she dragged my befuddled self towards the bathroom.

What happened next, I will narrate in my next sex story or a few more stories since this is only the beginning of a long long journey. Guys and girls, let me know if the sex story has warmed up your loins and gotten people hard and wet respectively. Mail your feedbacks at [email protected]. So long, until next time I will see you all soon.