Play time with maid/friend

This is a true incident that occurred to me while I was growing up. I grew up in Chennai while my grand mother lived in Bangalore. Each summer vacation we went to Bangalore to my grand mother’s house for a couple of months. Usually, this was a boring trip as I would have to leave all my friends for two months and there was nobody in my grand mother’s place of my age. However, I was 10 or 12 years old when my grand mother took on a live in servant girl called Jaya. Jaya was maybe a year older than I was at the time. She was the grand daughter of the actual maid who came every day to clean my grand mother’s house. My grand mother kept the girl more for the sake of company than anything else. However, Jaya did do some minor chores around the house. So, each summer, Jaya would be my play mate in Bangalore and we had lots of fun together. After I entered 10th std, I stopped going to my Grand Mother’s place for a few years because I became busy with my studies. So, I was 18 before I went back to Bangalore. I had just been admitted into a good engineering college in Chennai and had two months to enjoy before classes started in the college. This time, I went by myself as my mother had to stay back to be with my sister who had her college semester exams going on. I was looking forward to meeting my dear playmate in Bangalore after such a long time. During this time, I had grown to reach my full adult height. I was wondering how Jaya would look after all these years. I was pleasantly shocked to see that she had blossomed into a gorgeous woman! Unlike most servants Jaya had a very fair complexion. She had beautiful cat eyes and nice long hair. She kept herself very well groomed and had refined manners like a true lady, a direct result of my grand mother’s training. Most amazing was her figure. I was old enough to observe such things about women, and believe me, she had a perfect hour glass figure with large breasts that stood up like proud twin peaks. When I saw her last time she was still a young girl wearing skirts and shirts all the time. Now that she had grown into a young woman, she was wearing a half saree. A half saree is still quite popular among teenage girls in rural south India. It has a blouse and petticoat like in a regular saree. But, the actual garment that wraps around the body is much shorter than a saree, hence the term half-Saree.

I still remember vividly that Jaya was wearing a white transparent half Saree that day with a navy blue blouse and petticoat. The blouse must have been stitched when she was younger with a smaller bust line because it barely managed to prevent her boobs from spilling out. She also did not seem to have a bra underneath the blouse. Of course, she did not need anything to hold up her breasts as they seemed to be firm enough to stand up without any kind of support. While I was ogling this vision of womanly beauty with open mouthed disbelief she was checking out the physical changes in me from downcast eyes. Anyway, the moment passed and we acknowledged each other with a friendly but reserved smiles.Over the next few days we got re-acquainted with each other. Al though we were not children anymore, we still were able to capture a lot of the old friendship back. We started playing carrom in the afternoons when my grandmother took her long afternoon nap and Jaya did not have any chores to do at that time. I enjoyed this time with her because nobody disturbed us for that 2 hour period every day. I would not lose an opportunity to sneak a peek at her chest. She would always wear half-sarees and many times I would get a glimpse at the deep valley between her breasts when she bent down to strike a coin. Soon, we were betting on who could sink a coin into the hole, etc. The initial bets were innocent such enough. But, after a few days I got bold and this one time I dared her to drop her pallu if I won a bet. I was elated when she accepted the bet. To this day I am not sure if she accepted that first bet because she was sure she would not lose or because she had a streak of exhibitionism in her. Either way, I won the bet. She made a couple of half-hearted attempts to renege on the bet. But I would have none of it. Then she said she is too shy to do it and covered her eyes with her hands. I am not sure how I got so bold, but I said, “Don’t worry! I will do it for you!” Seeing that she continued to cover her face and did not make an objection, I got up and went to her side. I picked up the pallu and dropped it, exposing her blouse covered magnificent heaving chest. I stared at her like this for about half a minute before she covered herself again. Well, after that, I lost all interest in the game. By now I was bolder, and started openly staring at her chest. She would chide me to stop staring at her and concentrate at the game. Anyway, as soon as grand mother woke up, I went and locked myself up in the bathroom and masturbated until I spurted a load all over my hand. The next afternoon Jaya was trying to act like nothing had happened the previous day. But, I was ready to push it further. So, as soon as we went into the room to play I insisted that she take her half-saree off completely while we play. She acted shocked and refused my request. But I knew that if I kept at it I would succeed. So, I continued to pester her. Finally, after 5 minutes she obliged, and here we were playing the game with her sitting only in her blouse and petticoat. Needless to say that my concentration was not on the game that day and I lost badly. This became a habit. When we sat down to play, Jaya would remove her half-saree without comment. Anyway, a couple of days later, I was feeling friskier and wanted to go further. So, I asked her one day to take off her blouse. She was adamant that she would not do it. But, I still had to feel those juicy breasts. These were the first pair of breasts that I had the opportunity to feel and I was not going to give up. So, I went up to her and tried to grab her boobs. She resisted and we had a friendly wrestling match with lots of giggles and laughs. Since I was stronger, I soon had her pinned on her back. I grabbed her blouse and tried to pull it over her breasts. Since her blouse was so tight, I did not succeed fully. But, I still was able to touch and feel about half of the fleshy underside of her right breast. Soon, Jaya squirmed away and our game ended at that. The next day I did the same but I was able to pull out and pinch one erect deep red nipple. For the next week or so, I would play with her boobs for 10-15 minutes each afternoon with lots of nipple pinching.

I noticed that she started wearing lose blouses making it easy for me to expose her breasts to my eyes and hands. One day I finally got to see under her petticoat up to her baby blue panties. But, no matter how much I requested she would not let me touch her in that area. Both of us were too unschooled in all things sexual to know how to proceed. Besides, we were too shy to even try. So, I had to settle for feeling inside her blouse and looking under her petticoat. She had all kinds of colored panties, but I liked the bright red one she had. It contrasted wonderfully against her creamy white thighs. As they say all good things come to an end. So, my stay in my Grand mother’s came to an end and I had to return home. Both Jaya and I were sad to depart and give up our secret afternoon meetings. That last day before I left, I managed to have her feel my erect penis through my pant. I am embarrassed to say that I shot within half a minute inside my pant. I had to rush to the bathroom before Jaya noticed the stain. Well, I never got to see Jaya after that trip because a few months after that she returned to her native village to get married to some old geezer that her family had arranged for her. However, my time with her is still a fond memory because, even though we never had sex, that was the first time I felt a woman and a woman felt me. Besides, to this day I get a big hard on when I remember this beautiful 19 year old girl-woman sitting there exposing her delectable scantily covered body for my viewing pleasure. Imagine Perky breasts topped with deep red erect nipples spilling out of a blouse and bright red panties visible against creamy white thighs.