Me: “Oh. Im from the floor above. So you live alone here is it”?
She nodded yes.
Me: “such a big house, u live alone, you must be bored?”.
Meena: smiled and said “Ya, I feel trapped inside this house, but what to do it gives me good money, so I stay here”
Me: “Oh even I feel bored sometimes, since im on a break.. So why don’t we chat a while”. She looked a bit surprised at my offer, but I guess she was in need of company so she agreed.
She went into the kitchen and made a cup of tea for me and returned. I was waiting on the sofa for her. She came gave me the cup and sat down near my legs.
Me: “hey what is this.. why do u have to sit down , sit here on the sofa” and gestured her to sit near me. She blushed at the remark
Meena:“Sir, you are from high society and educated, how can i?”
Me: I laughed “Nonsense. All that shouldn’t be there among 2 people. Come feel free, sit.” She felt confident at my words and sat down , but at a distance from me.
I chatted about my job and what I do for a living, asking her questions about her background and life. She was decently educated upto class 10, but poverty prevented her further studies. She had got married by 20, still didn’t have a child after 8 years of marriage. Her husband was a foreman back in the village, but since had huge loans to repay she had to come here to work. I found her to be polite and smart in her speech. I even helped her find a few tamil books to read around the house and taught her how to operate the remote to watch tv to ease her boredom.
Meena: with a broad smile “thank you, you are so helpful”. I had won her admiration.
Nearly one and half hours passed, and I was lustily staring at her D-shaped boobs as she prepared some lunch. Her smell wafting from the flowers she wore was seducing me and the Vertical slit of navel, and her buxom ass was all in full view. I could see the black bra holding tightly across her sexy back and greedily imagined licking my tongue across her long legs upto her pussy. My erection was throbbing, but I had to be patient. Timing was the key.
We had a nice lunch and resumed our chat on the sofa. I got some playing cards out and started playing bluff (a game of guessing each others lies). In the middle of the game, I posed a question “so Meena, do you miss your husband?”.
Meena: “ya sometimes”. (after a long slience, She raised her eyebrows at the double meaning of the question)
Me: smiled innocently and asked “at night huh?”.
Meena quickly became shy and said “No, why are you asking all this”.
I slid my hand across the couch and placed it on her shoulder and said “Im asking, to know if I can help u in that regard”. She gave my hand a glance and looked at my smiling face.
I moved my finger down her back, gently tickling it. She got the idea in my head , and said “perhaps its time for u to leave”. But I knew she wanted more, I moved my body forward and landed a kiss on her lush lips. Now my entire weight was on her and she felt the erection of my cock and she turned her head away shyly as I began kissing her all over her neck. She was struggling to get away, but my hands were firmly holding hers. I then moved down her body to open her blouse, she suddenly freed away and stood up and asked “Hey what are you doing? I hardly know who you are.. you cant come in like this and use me.” I went near her face, and kissed her ears softly and whispered “come on.. you know you are missing this in your life, give me access to your body, I guarantee you maximum pleasure”.