I am a 50-year-old woman, but I feel like I'm 16 again. People say I look like I'm 35, and no one believes me when I tell them my real age. My husband lives in another city for work, and he only comes home every few months. I crave intimacy, but it's hard to come by when you're alone most of the time.
My servant, Raj, is a young man who has been working for me for a while now. He's always flirting with me, praising me for my looks, and making me feel like a desirable woman again. I've tried to ignore him, but his intentions are clear, and I have to admit that I've started to feel drawn to him.
One day, I caught him sniffing my clothes and hugging them. Instead of getting angry, I felt a thrill run through my body. I realized that I was turned on by the fact that he desired me so much.
As the days went by, the tension between us grew thicker. One day, the electricity went out, and I asked Raj to stay back with me until it came back on. As we sat together in the darkness, I could feel his eyes on me, and I knew that something was about to happen.
As we sat there, Raj got up and moved closer to me. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, and my heart began to race. "Ma'am, I think I should check the fuse box," he said, his voice low and husky.
As he moved past me, his hand brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I knew I should pull away, but I couldn't help myself. I reached out and touched his hand, feeling a spark of electricity run through my body.
Raj turned to me, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Ma'am, I..." he started to say, but I silenced him with a kiss.
It was like a dam had burst, and all the pent-up desire and frustration came flooding out. Raj's arms wrapped around me, pulling me close as we devoured each other's mouths.
As we kissed, I felt like I was 16 again, like I was experiencing my first kiss all over again. The thrill, the excitement, the passion - it was all there, and it was intoxicating.
But as the kiss deepened, I knew I had to be careful. I was a married woman, and Raj was my servant. This was forbidden, and it could have serious consequences.
As we pulled away from each other, gasping for air...
This story dates back to when I was in Hyderabad. I used to stay alone in a 1 BHK in Hyderabad. I had a maid who used to come to clean my place. In the week, I used to be busy for 5 days, and I used to be home for the next 2 days, which was when I used to meet her. I had met her only once before appointing her. The real story begins now. I met her on Saturday, which was when I saw her for the first time. as I started getting frustrated since my wife was in Mumbai, and I had shifted to Hyderabad for work. After a few months, I started getting frustrated sexually. I was new to the place, and I was looking for a sex partner. Being new to the place, I was unaware and was trying to find someone to be sexually active with. It was a Saturday, and she was going out for some occasion with her friends, and she had some makeup and a new saree that she had worn in a sexy way. She also had put on some makeup, which made her look beautiful. That was the first time I looked at her as a probable sex p...
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