Erotica Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant - Season 1 (Completed)

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Fifteen minutes passed after Chetan's vigorous thrusts ended in a one sided climax leaving Shobha - yet again - unsatisfied. Soon he was snoring leaving Shobha alone with her thoughts. Mentally, she ticked off his sexual performance. After all she was an HR Manager before taking a career break for Bunty. Three on Five for effort but One on Five for results. His sexual ardour had certainly increased in the last one week since lockdown but he still wasn't able to - or couldn't - satisfy her. The presence of a younger, fitter and more virile male, the strange forced intimacy and privacy that the lockdown produced through forced confinement as well as the intimate encounters - partly engineered and partly spontaneous - between the couple and the young male servant clearly aroused husband and wife. Their love making frequency had increased but pity Chetan didn't or couldn't still get her to a sexual climax.

She sighed and decided to have a quick hot shower before trying to get to sleep. As the hotspray of the shower hit her naked body in the privacy of her bathroom, her thoughts turned to Bhola and her mind recalled the sight of his erect cock and fit body.

She remembered he had a cute round tightly muscled ass - and reminded her so much about the handsome intern who joined her department and flirted with her. And with whom she flirted back. Shobha's fingers involuntarily went to her pussy and she now turned on the hand faucet to jet mode aiming the water stream to her pussy lips and clitoris.

Her mind alternated between memory of the handsome intern and Bhola. She realized both had that rugged look in common. Both had a great body. Both were at least ten years younger than her. Both were lower down in the power equation versus her. Bhola was a complete simpleton, of course. She had correctly surmised that he was totally smitten with her. She derived a huge kick out of teasing Bhola. Just like with that handsome intern.

Just like with the intern whom she teased with that one unbutton undone on her white blouse when she asked him one day to help her with a minor computer problem. To help her, the intern had to peer at the screen over her shoulder. With that extra button undone, he could look deep into her generous cleavage and smell her alluring perfume. She noticed his discomfiture after a minute when he shuffled uncomfortably trying to hide a very obvious hardon. She innocently continued to tease him further, now with a pencil gently moving to and fro between her full lips, looking innocently into his eyes and voiced the double meaning question, "Is there a hardware problem? ". He obviously caught the inflection in her pronunciation on the hardware and shuffled back, his face red. Shobha derived a kick out of teasing him.

He knew she was teasing him, and more importantly he knew that she knew that he knew. Men were all the same, she thought. You had to push their buttons the right way and the blood would move from their brains to their dick making them putty in a woman's hands.

Still lost in those thoughts, Shobha dried herself with a towel, wrapped it around her naked body and stepped back into the bedroom. That's when she saw Bhola's discarded jeans on the floor. The hapless fellow had exited clumsily - and naked - just clutching his briefs and t shirt. She picked it up and walked into the living room intending to leave it outside the door to his room for him to pick it up the next morning.

As she walked into the living room headed towards the passage way to the servant room, she paused startled.

 

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Bhola was sitting perched on the side arm of the sofa. The living room was dimly lit with a single yellow golden lamp, and the fellow seemed naked except for his brief with his t shirt still clutched in his hands, his head bowed in despair. He was shocked to see her and she noted that he seemed to be almost in tears.

"Bhola!", She whispered fiercely in surprise and looked back hastily. The door to their bedroom was shut.

"Bhabhi, aap!", (Madam! It’s you!) he jumped almost falling off from his perch startled by her presence. Surprise turned to embarrassment as he didn't expect her to catch him in his briefs. Or to chance upon him dressed as she was in just a towel.

"Bhola, abhi tak yahan kya kar rahe ho? Soye nahin?" (Bhola, what are you doing here this late. Didn't go to sleep?) Shobha recovered her usual confident poise, not withstanding the fact that she was dressed in a towel talking to her man servant who in turn was dressed in just his briefs, and with her husband asleep not more than twenty feet away, and not mindful of the fact that the servant had seen her topless just half an hour back.

Bhola began sobbing, catching her by surprise. He seemed to be mumbling something but couldn't get his words coherent. Clearly he had been mooning away in the living room since being ejected - ignominiously naked - by her husband after the couple had both stripped and teased the poor fellow. He probably couldn't take it and Shobha felt a pang of sympathy for him.

She stepped closer to him, again patting him on his cheeks to soothe him down and noticed the tear-streaked eyes. Do twenty year old handsome men cry? she mused. Strangely, she felt a sense of control on the situation not withstanding that she was dressed in just a towel.

 

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She cupped her face between her palms and drew closer.

"Baa....Bhaa..Bhabhi, Humko aise mat tadpao. Hum mar jayenge. Hum aap se pyar karte hain. Aap him as umar mein badi hain. Aur him aapke naukar hain. Par hamara bhi kuch khyal kijiye. Hum aap pe marte hain. Hum aap ke liye kuch bhi kar denge. Jaan de denge aapke liye. Par aisa humko tadpao mat bhabhi. Hum pagal no jayenge. Saheb ko bolo ki hum par aisa zulm na karein". The words tumbled out in an emotional outburst catching her by surprise.

( "Madam, please don't torture me like this. I will die. I love you. You are older than me. I am your servant. But please do think of me. I can give my life for you. I will do anything for you. I will give up my life. But please don't trouble me like this. I am going crazy. Please tell saheb that he shouldn't torture me like this......")

Shobha instinctively tried to calm down his hysterics and felt a gush of sympathy for the anguish the poor fellow must be feeling.

She kissed him.

It was a soft kiss initially on his lips more to stop his emotional outburst. She tasted the tobacco on his lips from the cigarette that they had shared an hour back. His chin felt rough and with an evening shadow of a beard. He looked so vulnerable with his eyes covered with a film of tears. He closed his eyes and she kissed him on his closed eyes. And kissed him again on his lips.

This time he was prepared. He kissed back hungrily. She forced open his mouth. He parted his lips readily. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth. Not bad, she thought as she tasted the strange taste of his wet tongue and mouth. She was used to Chetan and this was a new male mouth. That he was a servant never crossed her head. She was the aggressor. They continued kissing and the silent room was filled with the noise of their smooching. Thank god, Chetan was a sound sleeper, thought Shobha.

Bhola now pulled her closer. She swept into an embrace and he tightened his strong arms around her. She now felt his strong muscles and his broad shoulders. Now he cupped her face in his hands and sucked back with an ardour that surprised her. His hands then went over her back.

Which is when her towel dropped leaving her naked and hugging her servant who was also naked but for his briefs.

 

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Bhola's heart jumped when he realized his mistress was now naked. His rough hands traveled all over her smooth naked back and grabbed that plump naked ass. He squeezed it once, then repeatedly as if frantic to feel if this was a dream for him. The smell of her recently shampooed wet hair drive him crazy and he gurgled at this erotic sensation. Shobha felt his rough hands part the cheeks of her buttocks. She felt her breasts squeezed against his naked chest.

Her hands traveled instinctively to his briefs and pulled it down. He obliged readily parting his legs for the garment to fall off. His raging hard-on was now pressed hard against her lower stomach. Now she greedily grabbed his buns. His ass felt right and muscular exactly the way she had imagined it when she saw him naked some time back. Her fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his buttocks. She unconsciously mimicked the way he was squeezing her ass. He tightened his ass muscles as a reflex action and she felt the firm curve of his buttocks.

She pushed him away and stepped back. He took a step towards her, but she stepped back again. He paused, confusion and arousal both writ on his face.

Shobha stepped back stark naked.

The living room was lit in yellow light that made her skin glow like a golden goddess. She had an hour glass figure with shapely medium sized but swollen breasts, still swollen from the two years since her motherhood but having retained their firmness without a sag. The areola was light brown, perfectly circular and coin sized with the nipple dark brown and erect. She had that gentle roll of fat around her waist that young mothers in India have and which makes the sari such a wicked dress, especially when it flatters a flat stomach and a fleshy ass. Shobha kept her pubic hair trimmed - not shaven - and the jet black pubis contrasted with her fair skin.


The living room was lit in yellow light that made her skin glow like a golden goddess. She had an hour glass figure with shapely medium sized but swollen breasts, still swollen from the two years since her motherhood but having retained their firmness without a sag. The areola was light brown, perfectly circular and coin sized with the nipple dark brown and erect. She had that gentle roll of fat around her waist that young mothers in India have and which makes the sari such a wicked dress, especially when it flatters a flat stomach and a fleshy ass. Shobha kept her pubic hair trimmed - not shaven - and the jet black pubis contrasted with her fair skin

 

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Shobha now stared at Bhola.

With an evening shadow on his chin, this broad shouldered, naked dude with a smooth, clean shaven chest and flat stomach could have easily been a male model. A model for male underwear, she thought, and smiled faintly She looked at his cock, thick and swollen nestled in curly black pubic hair. He was medium sized but thick and the swollen bulb looked like it was begging for woman’s attention.

Shobha reclined on the cushioned 3-seated sofa, the long thick tresses covering her bare back and silently gestured Bhola to come closer. He obediently stepped closer, his erect penis wobbling with every step he took. He came closer and his cock was now almost eye level to Shobha as she lay on the sofa. She rolled over on her stomach to make space for him on the sofa, but he continued standing next to her now staring at her now exposed ass.



She reached out and gently touched the shaft of his cock. His cock twitched and throbbed at the first ever womanly touch Bhola felt on his cock. Shobha’s slim fingers curled around the shaft. It felt hot, slightly moist to touch and had that strong masculine smell. It felt different from Chetan, she mused. Bhola's was dark brown, while Chetan's was much fairer. Bhola's had a nice bulbous head, while Chetan's was more like a light sausage. This was nicer, she decided, and smiled to herself.

She was lying naked, on her stomach on the sofa, her bare ass exposed to Bhola. She had meant to invite him to sit next to her on the sofa but he was still a servant, and stood close to her as if offering his cock for display and inspection.

Shobha hesitated, unsure what to do next. Contrary to her assertive external appearance, Shobha had been monogomous in her marital life, and had just one sexual encounter before marriage. Both her lovers were mediocre and pretty straight laced in their tastes. Chetan never liked oral sex. She kissed him a few times down "there", and had tried a few times to give him a blow job. He always pushed her away and preferred instead to mount her missionary style. He kissed her down there a few times, usually disinterestedly and when she nudged him to do more, he would reply that he found it distasteful and seemed to think penetration, humping and his own release were all there was to sex between the two of them. And then childbirth had happened, and with it a long period of abstinence .... until his sexual ardour seemed to have recently rebounded back with the lockdown. Rebounded but with no improvement in his sexual technique, thought Shobha.

Shobha, of course, watched plenty of porn like many women, and was curious about blowjobs but had never handled a real cock in real life.

She felt the desire growing between her legs, but there was still that pang of guilt that held her back. Bhola, on the other hand, was going crazy with lust but didn't have the expertise or confidence to make a move on his own.



Shobha traced the length of his cock with her index finger. It twitched in response. His manly odour aroused her. He used her full palm and grasped it as one would hold a shaft. Instinctively, she began fisting it up and down. She noted his cock was longer than the width of her palm. The shaft was fully engorged, with veins standing out and the thick bulb seemed almost ready to burst. She then changed tack and cupped his balls. Bhola gurgled with joy, and reached out himself to squeeze his mistress's naked ass. Shobha felt her own desire mounting. Her long index finger and fingernail scratched his scrotum, and cupped his balls. She scooped them, as if weighing them and gently massaged and lightly squeezed the two testicles together while scratching his sensitive skin at the base of the scrotum with one long fingernail.

She looked at Bhola's face. His eyes were half-closed in delirium, and his own hands were squeezing the fleshy globes of her buttocks. Bhola pushed his finger deeper, parting her butt cheeks and pushing harder. She moaned softly and squirmed with a strange new sensation as his fingertip nudged against her tight anus. He was now moaning loudly, and began trembling as if gasping for breath.

And then, to her surprise and disappointment, Bhola ejaculated.

 

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A warm stream of semen gushed into her palm, and a few droplets fell on her naked back and buttocks. Bhola seemed both shocked and embarrassed, and after the few moments of catching his breath, began mumbling incoherent apologies.

"Baaa...baaa.baa..bhabhi, sorry, bhabhi.....maalom nahin...kyon....kaisa....sorry, bhabhi", he mumbled. ("Madam, sorry, madam, I dont know ....why....what...sorry!")

His penis was nor rapidly becoming flaccid, and his eyes once again seemed to brim with tears, this time from embarrassment. He didn't quite understand what had happened, but knew it wasn't supposed to end this suddenly. Shobha tenderly pushed his face down against her naked breasts, and he snuggled his hair against her cheeks, while she patted the back of his head to comfort the poor fellow. She kissed gently him on his cheeks and them lips to hold back his tears. She held back her own disappointment, but smiled to herself knowing these things happen to men.

She now knew exactly what buttons to press with both men, and new boundaries had been broken.

The rest was now only a matter of time, she hoped.

Bhola lay supine and motionless against her for a few minutes, while she admired his right rounded ass. Slowly his breathing returned to normal, and he seemed to regain realization that he was naked and snuggling on the sofa against his mistress, equally stark naked. When she was sure that he had regained some part of his composure, she pushed him gently off her body. His semen was drying against her palm, and a few globs on her back. Embarrassed, Bhola dutifully picked up his discarded briefs and hastily wiped his mistress clean. In pressing the garment against her naked back and fleshy buttocks, he got one more chance to touch her body.

Bhola fervently hoped he would get another chance.

Shobha gently reminded him that it was time to go to his room. Her passion too had receded and she now wanted to get rid of him quickly, and didn't want to take a chance of Chetan waking up and stumbling into the living room, searching for her, and discovering her making out with their naked young servant. Bhola dutifully obliged, now embarrassed about his limp cock and hastily pulled up his briefs.

She smiled at his haste. He was proud about his erect cock shamelessly offering it to her on display a few minutes back, and swagger was replaced with shyness as the manhood wilted. Bhola beat a quick exit to his servant room that opened into the corridor next to the living room, turning back one last time to glimpse his mistress. She was watching him, and smiled back affectionately, her composure regained, seemingly untouched by the encounter with the shy and handsome servant while her husband lay snoring twenty feet away on their marital bed.

A few minutes after Bhola retreated into his private servant room, Shobha got up. She ignored the discarded towel still lying on the floor, and coolly walked back to her bedroom, stark naked, bare footed, hips swaying, humming in her head and smiling to herself.


Pic: A few minutes after Bhola retreated into his private servant room, Shobha got up. She ignored the discarded towel still lying on the floor, and coolly walked back to her bedroom, stark naked, bare footed, hips swaying, humming in her head and smiling to herself.

Chetan was sprawled out on their bed, fast asleep and completely naked after his own hasty exertions some time back. He was on his back, his obese hairy belly naked and his cock exposed in his sleep. Shobha looked at her husband's shriveled penis, dimly lit in the bedroom light. On impulse, she reached out and gently touched it. When he didn't move, she gently cupped his balls and curved her fingers around the shaft . It fit neatly into the palm of her hand. She mentally compared the organs of both men in size, shape and colour and smiled to herself. Chetan squirmed in his sleep, and she reluctantly let go, not wanting to wake him up now.

As she lay on her back on his bedside, still naked, she closed her eyes. Her hands almost immediately went to her pussy. Her fingers pushed and parted her pussy lips, and she slowly, and then with increasing intensity, began rubbing her clitoris. In just a few minutes, her passion reached a climax and she arched her back as her mouth held back a silent gasp of release.

In a few minutes, she drifted into sleep.

Her passion pursued her in her dream. In her dream, she was naked on her back in the sofa on the living room and a young, strong male was pounding her hard. She was moaning in ecstasy when she happened to see someone watching her being humped. It was Chetan, her husband, and she held eye contact with him for a long moment and smiled back. He seemed too glazed to react. She then suddenly saw another man next to Chetan watching her. She took a closer look and it was Bhola, mouth open and watching her get pounded.

Surprised in her dream, that Bhola was in the audience, she looked back and refocused to see the face of the main who was fucking her.

It was the handsome young intern from her old office.

 

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Shobha woke up late on Saturday morning. Chetan was buzzing around with office calls and busy. He had received an overnight email asking for a proposal to be prepared for a client who needed extended credit to deal with the pandemic. It was a significant account, and he was asked to lead the proposal for all Asia and had to report to the Asia zonal head and close it by Saturday evening. He had retreated to his study room, seemed completely immersed in the workings. He accepted the cup of coffee Sbhoba brought him and did not bring up the strange events of the night before as if nothing had happened. Grateful for once with his preoccupation with work, Shobha retreated to the balcony to have her morning coffee by herself and practice yoga.

Bhola was busy with Bunty, and staying in the balcony helped Shobha keep out of his way. After her bold adventures the night before, the morning brought up memories that were embarassing. After tending to Bunty who now settled down to watch TV cartoons, Bhola came looking for Shobha. She avoided eye contact with Bhola and assigned him household chores to keep him distracted. He seemed to want to say something to her, and Shobha avoided him. It reminded her of a certain smitten collegemate, who she was sure was mustering courage to propose to her, and when she ignored him kept looking to find excuses to hang around her like a puppy.

She got an excuse to step out of the apartment complex to restock groceries from the neighborhood shop.


Pic: Shobha stepped out of the apartment complex to restock groceries.

When she got back, Chetan was still busy with his office work preparing for the evening presentation. She fixed herself a quick lunch, fed Bunty and avoided eye contact with Bhola who seemed dying to speak to her.

Shobha and Chetan had planned the previous day to binge watch their favourite Web Series and she went to the study room to remind him. He barely heard her, distracted and preoccupied with preparing a presentation, pointed to the clock and shooed her away.

Irritated by his preoccupation with work, she retreated to the living room. She fixed herself a light snack and was sitting alone at the dining table. She had changed into denim shorts that were literally short and which flattered her smooth fair legs.

It was now early evening and she had by now run out of random chores to assign to Bhola. She realized she could no longer avoid listening to whatever it was that Bhola wanted to tell her. She was grateful Chetan was still burrowed in his study.

"Bhabhi, aap se kuch baat karni hai", (Madam, I want to speak to you), Bhola seemed premeditated in what he had to say and appeared distinctly contented. She didnt have to guess why - the events of last night would have been a fantasy come true for him.

A tad nervous about what he would bring up, she crossed and uncrossed her legs. He broke his eye contact and looked at her thighs for a moment longer than he normally would and then looked down at the floor, his hands crossed in front on him in a servile pose.

"Bolo Bhola", she replied carefully in a neutral tone. (Speak up, Bhola)

"Bhabhi, appko aur saheb ko thank you bolna hai. Aapne mujhe aapke sath dinner kara me bahut khush kar diya" (Madam, I wanted to thank you and sir. By inviting me to dinner with you, both of you have made me very happy.)

Shobha relaxed and smiled back, relieved that he brought up no reference to the events that followed dinner. She had served him a special dessert in the living room, and one that he wasn't going to forget, she thought giggling to herself.

"Koi baat nahin, Bhola. Aap bhi to bahut acche ho. Bahut mehnat karte ho. Bunty aur hamara aur saheb ka bahut khyal rakhte ho" (Dont fret, Bhola. You are a good person too and have taken good care of myself, Bunty and saheb). She spoke kindly and bracketed her whole family to avoid any reference to any intimacy between the two of them.

"To bolo Bhola, tumhari wapas gaon jane ki train ki ticket kab ki hai?" (So Bhola, when is your train ticket booked to get back to your village?) After her sexual adventures of the night before, the day had brough a certain sobriety and Shobha reminded herself that he fellow would soon be off and away forever from their family, and their family maid Kanta-bai would return.

"Bhabhi. lockdown khulte hi. April Paanch ko." (Madam, as soon as the lockdown ends - April 5th)

He hesitated, wanting to say something more. "Bhabhi, jane se pehle aapkp aur saheb ko gift dena chahta hoon" (Madam, before I go, I want to give you and saheb a gift.)

Shobha thought it was sweet of him, "Iski koi zaroorat nahi, Bhola." (No need, Bhola), and then paused, curious. "Kaisa gift, Bhola?" (What gift, Bhola?)

Bhola hesitated, and then mustering courage said, "Bhabhi, mein aapko aur saheb ko ek acha sa massage dena chahta hoon" (Madam, I want to give you and saheb a nice massage)

He then paused, visibly swallowed and delivered his pièce de résistance , "Massage, aur woh bhi ekdum Jharkhand ishtyle mein" (Massage, and that too in Jharkhand style!)

 

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Caught by surprise, Shobha forced an unnatural laugh, not sure whether he was just being sweet and naive or devious and pushing his luck. She concluded it was the former, and politely thanked him.

Bhola was persistent, and Shobha became thoughtful. A massage presented options she thought, and wondered how it could play out. In any case, Bhola had included Chetan too. If anything went off the script, she could always blame it on Chetan. As she thought about it, an excited tingle went through her body. Until now, she had blocked out the sight of Bhola's naked body and his handsome erect cock, and now the mention of a massage brought back that vision. And that cute, rounded and muscled ass, she thought, is good to bite. Again, she brushed off these lascivious thoughts. The events of last night were perhaps best forgotten.

But Bhola was persistent.

"OK, mein saheb se pooch ke batati hoon", she said, hedging. (OK, let me check with saheb and I will let you know)

Bhola walked off satisfied with her response, and visibly thrilled.

A little later, Shobha went to the study room to check in on Chetan. Chetan was busy on an office call, wearing a headset, waving his hands and shouting at someone. A junior person in his team had messed up a slide and was getting a mouthful from him.

"Bhola wants to give us both a massage!", Shobha blurted out wanting to catch his attention quickly. Focused on the office situation, and mid-call. Chetan thought she had come to remind him about their promise to spend the evening binge watching a webseries. He partly lifted his headset from his right ear.

" When? ", he asked.

" Janu, whenever you are ready." Shobha could hear the plaintive explanation of Chetan's hapless office junior come through the earpiece.

"Baby, why don't you get started. I will join you soon".

Shobha made a confused face. "Are you sure?" , she asked.

"Baby, yes. Get started. Don't miss it. I will join you soon", Chetan put back his head set, his attention shifting from Shobha to the call to the laptop screen.

"You won't mind? Are you sure. Me alone?"

"Baby, don't worry. You get started. Great idea for an evening. Don't feel guilty. I will join you. Ek ghante mein". (In one hour). Chetan pointed vaguely at the clock before turning his attention back to the call. He wanted to send her away and get back to preparing for his meeting.

Shobha made a face, a part of her brain telling her to go for it and another part of her brain advising caution about Chetan's obviously confused approval. The adventurous side won, and she shrugged at Chetan who had stopped noticing her and marched out of her room.

Shobha checked on Bunty in the kid's bedroom. The kid has fallen asleep, and she tucked him in grateful that the kid was an early and sound sleeper.

Bhola was waiting for her in the living room, anticipation on his face. She tried to keep her tone neutral as she announced, "Bhola, dus minute me bedroom mein aana. Pehle saheb or liye ek peg bhej dena". (Bhola, come to the bedroom in ten minutes. Before that, give saheb a peg).

Bhola's face lit up with joy as he caught on that saheb wouldn't be joining her for now.

 

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In the privacy of her bedroom, Shobha felt a tingling sensation of anticipation. Calm down, she told herself, it's just a massage and anyway Chetan, my husband, will be joining soon. She undressed and looked at herself nude in the bathroom mirror.

Pic: Shobha undressed and looked at herself nude in the bathroom mirror

She was tall at five feet seven inches, with long smooth legs and a flat stomach. She turned and admired the profile of her breasts in the mirror. 36C, firm and fully capable of waking up the dead, she decided. A deep navel, flat stomach and a curvaceous figure accentuated by a tuft of black pubic hair. She twirled and inspected her ass. A bit plump but firm. Flat stomach but a gentle roll of fat on the sides. Not bad, she mused for a 32 year old mother.

She paused thinking what to wear. What does one wear for a massage, she pondered, especially when the possibilities ahead are erotic. She felt like a bride getting ready for a first night, she thought, giggling to herself.

She pulled out a white lingerie set and tried it on. Too virginal, she decided. Black is better, she decided and pulled over a short Silk gown with a deep V neck and a spaghetti top that ended mid thigh.

A knock sounded at the door and Bhola came in with a drink on a tray. He had served a stiff one to saheb and made an extra one for his mistress. His eyes widened as he drew in the sight of Shobha sitting at the edge of the bed, wearing a gown that barely reached her thighs, long uncovered legs, her long rich hair loose over her bare shoulders and the black silk clinging snug around her bosom, magically moulded into shape. There was an awkward silence between them.

"Kahan se shuru karein?" , asked Shobha and silently bit her tongue at how she might come across. (Where shall we start?). She found it difficult to make eye contact with Bhola.

"Bhabhi, pehle shoulder aur neck se shuru karte hein. Phir regular massage pe aate hein." ( Madam, first we will start with a shoulder and neck massage. Then we will do a regular massage.)

Shobha's heartbeat was quickening. She hoped the "regular" massage wouldn't be all that regular. After a short discussion, they decided that Bhola would sit on the armchair by the bedside and that Shobha would sit cross legged on the floor, just in front of Bhola and with her back to him. He explained that she would be better off sitting cross-legged on the floor so that she could have her drink while he got started with the neck massage, and she had nodded approval.

It bothered Shobha a wee bit that Bhola seemed a bit more confident today, and that she was the one who seemed to be following his instructions. As she sat down on the floor, she realised that seated on the armchair, he would have his thighs astride on either side of her shoulder, his groin would just behind her head and from his elevation on the chair, he would look down into her deep cleavage.

Bastard! She thought, I didn't know you were that devious. She was now getting that delicious tingle that forewarned of sexual tension building up in that situation.

Pic: Shobha sitting at the edge of the bed

 

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As she sat down, she checked him out. Fit, muscular fellow, but not with a body builder's physique, Bhola was dressed in a vest style sleeveless t shirt that exposed his broad shoulders. He was dressed in shorts that ended just below the knees. Shobha, mentally was tempted at the thought of yanking off his shorts and biting that delicious buns on his ass, and giggled as she took a sit of the strong vodka drink Bhola made made for her. The alcohol hit her head inducing a slight buzz and she began to relax.

Bhola started with a gentleness that surprised her. He began massaging her scalp with his fingers gently. This spread her luxuriant shiny shoulder length hair making it more fluffy. Bhola moved closer inhaling the smell off her shampoo. She took a sip from the drink - the vodka was strong and she wondered vaguely if Bhola had intentionally made it that way - and felt his breath tingle against her hair.

She started some small talk and asked about his family. He began talking about his youth and village life. She teasingly asked him if he had a girlfriend. He laughed at the question. She blushed asking him if he were to have a girlfriend who would it be. He mentioned the daughter of a neighbor. Apparently they studied at the same high school before she got married off. She offered him a sip from her drink and he obliged. It felt strangely intimate to share a glass with a handsome masculine servant who was also massaging her.

Pic: Shobha shares a sip with Bhola. It felt strangely intimate to share a glass with a handsome masculine servant who was also massaging her.

Done with her head massage, Bhola moved smoothly to her neck and shoulder. She had nearly finished her drink by now and leaned back against the base of the armchair to give him a better angle. Bhola continued speaking and widened the arc of his massage along her bare shoulder. His fingers were thick and coarse, but his massage was gentle. She relaxed enjoying the rhythmic squeeze. of his strong hands She knew he could look down her cleavage but didn't care. She continued teasing Bhola about his neighbour and found that she had kept in touch with him even after her marriage and had wished him on Valentine's Day. She bantered with Bhola and egged him to not give up despite his heartthrob getting married.

The conversation was flowing easy between the two, and an eavesdroppe would have found it difficult to believe that the two were a 20-year old servant and his 32-year old mistress. That's when Bhola tried his luck.

"Waise bhabhi, aap bhi shadi shuda hain and hamein bahut acchi lagti hain". (By the way madam, you are also married and I like you a lot.)

Shobha was used to men complimenting her on her looks, but never had a servant praise her. She was already one peg down, Bhola's massage had relaxed her and he had avoided anything awkward so far.

"Achha! Toh him bhi sunein ki hamare barey mein Bhola ko kya pasand hai!" , she flirted back. (Really! In that case let me know what is it about me that Bhola likes).

Bhola shifted the direction of his massage strokes. Done with rubbing along the width of her shoulders, he began running down her neck and her throat. She ignored the increasing intimacy of the massage, engrossed in the conversation and so see how far the flirting would go.

"Bhabhi, aap bahut beautiful hain. Ek dum mast! Hamare Jharkhand mein toh aapko log Bambai ki heroine samjhenge! Woh big ek dum top ki heroine! ", Bhola was unusually talkative today. far from the tongue tied Bhola she had encountered the previous evening. (Madam, you are very beautiful! And very hot! In my state of Jharkhand, people would mistake you for a Bollywood heroine. That too a top heroine!)

His massage stroke deepened and the arc of his two hands went from either side of her neck to the base of her throat just above the border of her bra cup. He was getting a little frisky but still within the no-fly zone, she decided and ignored him preferring to focus on the banter.

" Accha! Aur batao, mere bare me in log Jharkhand mein kya kahenge? " (Really! In that case tell me, if I came to Jharkhand, what would the people there say about me?)

The next arc off his shoulder massage paused at the top of the bra cup, a trifle longer than needed and Bhola's finger explored the embroidered border of the cup. His thick finger paused teasingly at the top of the curve of her luscious breast before retreating back to the shoulder top at the end of the arc.

"Bhabi, aapki figure ek dum mast hai. Dus me se dus. Aapki figure dekhke to murde bhi jaag jayein. Ek dum chak-a-chak mast".
(Madam, you have a terrific figure. It's ten on ten. After seeing your figure, even the dead will rise. Awesome).

A part of her alcohol-laden brain told her she should put him in place for using a coarse slang, but her aroused self told need to see how how far this crude flattery would go.

The next arc of his massage probed even deeper into her cleavage and dipped at least an inch below the top of her bra cup. He paused and spread out the spaghetti strap of her gown and for a moment she panicked wondering if he was going to slip the top off her shoulder. She was slightly disapppointed when he left the spaghetti strap perched delicately on the edge of her shoulder.

" Bhola, waise tum bhi kafi smart ho. Bambai mein koi ladki patti nahin? ", she egged him on.
(Bhola, you are a smart dude too. Haven't you yet scored with a girl in Mumbai? ")

Though Bhola was seated behind her, she could feel his chest swell with pride. His next massage stroke went a tad deeper into her cleavage and she felt his fingernail graze the top of her areola. She reflexively tried to move back on the floor where she was seated cross-legged but found her back wedged tightly between his knees and the legs of the armchair. He had leaned forward from the armchair and his face was next to her cheeks. She could feel his stubble graze against her cheeks.

"Bhabhi, kal aap ne jo mere sath kiya, bahut accha laga" (Madam, what you did yesterday, I loved it a lot), he said a bit hoarsely and continued, "Poora seva karne ka chance jaldi di jiyiyega." (Give me a chance to offer my full service)

And then in a single synchronized stroke that caught her by surprise, Bhola brought his two broad palms downward from her shoulder in a sudden scoop, slipped the palms down through the top of her bra cup and cupped her two breasts firmly. She gasped for breath suddenly, taken aback by the brazenness of his move and realizing that her breasts were firmly cupped by Bhola.

And Bhola squeezed her breasts crudely and violently.

Pic: And Bhola slipped his palms down through the top of her bra cup and cupped her two breasts firmly.