As an adolescent growing up in an age before the advent of the Internet, sexual frustration is the strongest feeling I remember. I was more relieved when I turned 18 and completed school. I was hoping to escape from home to pursue higher studies in another city. However, I had to wait for some months before something materialised.
It was around this time that we had a new maid in the house. He name was Chitra. She was in her late thirties and had black leathery skin which is typical of most maids in Southern India. Her face was always glistening with sweat and wasn't something to write home about.
The thing that really excited me about her was her cleavage. Her blouse was not sufficient to cover her ample bosom, so whenever she bent down to sweep the floor, my manhood stood to attention. Not just her boobs, her bum was quite large too and the way it swayed when she walked made me so badly want to grab it.
After a few months, I knew watching her wasn't going to be enough. I needed to think of something novel to take the excitement to the next level. It turned out I didn't have to come up with anything clever, rather the situation played out perfectly to my liking.
It was peak summer, my school was done and I had a few months before I joined college. I was getting bored and tired of the heat and had decided to shower right in the middle of the day. As I stepped out of the bathroom stark naked, Chitra walked in with a broom in hand. She was stunned and regained her composure after a few seconds. She looked at my crotch and then my face, smiled shyly and made a quick exit.
I did not feel any shame or embarrassment, instead I was buoyed by her positive response. So there was hope!