He had lusted for her from the day he first set eyes on her. He couldn't remember the number of times he had masturbated with her in mind; sometimes early morning in bed, often in the shower, or late at night when he woke up dreaming of her. On a couple of occasions he had even cum into his handkerchief while she was only a few yards away from him, mopping the floor and revealing the tops of her huge breasts and the deep cleavage between them.
His name was Xavier, a young student, relatively new in the town, a freshman at the university. He had graduated from high school in a small town 200 kilometres away from the capital; an average student in all subjects except music. But he was sporty and a strapping lad, having captained the school swimming team in addition to being a star on the athletics team. He'd managed to get a partial scholarship into college based on his sporting abilities, but had to find a part-time job in order to pay for the rest of his fees and his daily living.
Xavier lived near his college campus, having sweet-talked (or so he thought) a relatively elder landlady into renting him the single-storey outhouse that was separated from her large mansion by a swathe of green lawn and a small orchard of trees. It had two rooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and an iron spiral staircase on the outside that led up to the rooftop. There was a separate access from a back lane through a wicker gate which he used instead of the grand entrance in front. The house was guarded by a 24-hour security service and was occupied by the landlady and her various live-in help, and for the last month by Xavier the college-going tenant.
All the domestic servants, the driver, and the gardener were astounded at the fact that the lady of the house had agreed to rent the outhouse to a stranger. She had never done so before and they thought that Xavier was either a distant relative or he had charmed the woman, a widow from an erstwhile princely family.
Xavier himself wasn't sure why she had agreed to let the rooms to him. He had heard from a new college buddy while he was still staying at a cheap and dirty hotel about the property. With no further background information, he had managed to cajole his way past the security guards one weekday afternoon and got himself an interview with the dowager. They had talked, and he had been very forthright and honest about himself and his search for accommodation. And she had agreed. Whatever money he could afford to pay as rent of course meant nothing to her and she had said that they would decide on the amount once he got his first part-time job.
The lad had moved in to his new digs on a Friday evening after his first week of college. Both rooms were furnished and the kitchen had all the essential white good products of a modern apartment. The decor and hard furniture, however, was more antique in nature albeit very comfortable and neat. There were large curtained windows on three walls of the front room, each with views of leafy fruit trees. Moving in towards the back, there was an equally well-lit kitchen and further in, the bedroom. Along the short corridor was a narrow broom closet and general storage area as well as a bathroom. The outhouse was well camouflaged and hidden from view of both the mansion and the annexe which housed all the servants.
In the servants' quarters, the driver and the gardener lived on the top floor of the building while the women - two cooks, one housemaid, and a general all-round helper to the landlady. The cooks and maid were relatively young and well trained, having been taught and coached at hotel schools where they had worked earlier. The fourth woman was a little older, and at the age of 40, considerably mature. Her name was Devyani but everybody, except the mistress of the house, called her Bai-Ma.
The word "bai" in this part of the country could either refer to a maid-servant or be a polite form of address for a woman. The combination word, bai-ma, was a respectful and yet personalised name that the household staff had given her and that's how they had been referring to her over the years.
Bai-Ma was 5'4" tall, a tad over the average female height in the country. She had a light chocolate-brown complexion and her skin was still smooth, if a bit tanned. She wore her hair long but usually plaited into thick coils that fell behind her to the top of her buttocks. She had never used make-up and her adornments were minimal; tiny gold ear-rings, a thin gold bangle on her right wrist, and a silver anklet on her left foot. She never took these off, not even when she bathed; at any rate, nobody had ever seen her without these simple embellishments.
She was not petite, nor overly big-built. She did however have an impressive bosom with a double-D cup size, a well-tapered waist, and a gentle swell to 36" hips. While outside her living quarters, she always wore a saree, the traditional Indian dress which was a seven-metre long swathe of fabric wrapped around the waist, with one end draped over the shoulder, covering a larger portion of the midriff. Her blouses were always half-sleeved, had a V-shaped or boat-shaped cut in front and a rounded back. The blouse was wide enough to sheath her breasts, along with a two inch band below them; invariably tailored to be a perfect fit, like a second skin. If it were not for the drape of her saree, called a 'pallu', one would have got a peek at the top of her very deep cleavage and about a six-inch band of naked skin around her midriff.
Although Bai-Ma's duties were very loosely defined, the mistress had requested her to do the house-keeping, essentially cleaning, of the outhouse every other day. Xavier of course had promised to keep his dwelling neat and tidy but given his hectic college schedule, he would have found it very trying. So Bai-Ma had adjusted her schedule and allocated the time from 6:30 to 7:30 every Saturday, Tuesday and Thursday morning to clean Xavier's abode. She had followed that routine from the day her lady told her, always punctual, for the last month and a half.
