First Time Experience with Maid

It was the sweltering summer of 2015, and I, a 19-year-old from Kolkata, found myself at my grandmother's house in Darjeeling. The cool hills provided a respite from the city's heat, but it was the company of the maid, Meena, that truly stirred something within me.

Meena was a few years older, with a body that drove me wild with curiosity. Her measurements, a perfect 34-26-36, were etched in my mind, and I often found myself imagining what it would be like to explore her curves. One afternoon, as we watched a romantic Bollywood film in the secluded drawing-room, I felt a surge of courage.

The room was dimly lit, the only sound the muffled dialogue from the television. Meena sat beside me, her presence both comforting and electrifying. As the on-screen lovers shared a passionate kiss, I tentatively placed my hand on Meena's shoulder. My heart pounded in my chest as I quickly withdrew, expecting a rebuke. But she said nothing, and I took that as an invitation to explore further.

I let my hand wander, tracing the line of her spine, feeling the strap of her bra. My body shuddered with anticipation as I inched my fingers towards her armpit, the softness of her skin sending shocks of pleasure through me. Meena remained silent, her breathing steady, but I could sense the tension in her body.

Emboldened, I moved my hand to her breasts, cupping them gently. They were soft and full, unlike anything I had ever felt. My penis throbbed in response, straining against my pants. I squeezed gently, feeling her nipples harden under my touch. Meena let out a soft moan, her first sound since I began my exploration.

"Someone might see," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.

I couldn't stop. I needed more. I grabbed her breasts more firmly, squeezing and kneading, my thumb circling her nipples. Meena's breath hitched, and she tried to push my hand away, but I held on, my desire overwhelming any sense of caution.

Just as things were reaching a boiling point, we heard footsteps approaching. We quickly separated, our chests heaving with exertion and unspent desire. I met Meena at the staircase a few minutes later, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining with a mix of fear and excitement.

"I'm afraid," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

"Just once more," I pleaded, my voice hoarse with need. "Let's do it just once more."

Meena hesitated before nodding, her resolve crumbling under my desperate gaze. We found ourselves back in the drawing-room, the door locked this time. I didn't waste any time, my hands immediately going to her breasts, kissing her neck as she moaned softly.

I could feel the heat radiating from her body, her skin damp with sweat. I slid my hand inside her blouse, pushing the fabric aside to expose her breasts. They were perfect, round and full, with dark nipples that begged to be sucked. I leaned down and took one into my mouth, biting and sucking gently. Meena cried out, her body arching into mine.

I moved my hand down to her pants, untying them and sliding them down her hips. She stepped out of them, standing before me in just her panties, which were already soaked. I could see the outline of her pussy, the slight curl of her pubic hair visible through the thin fabric.

I kissed her navel, my tongue dipping into the small indent, making her shiver. I moved lower, kissing her pussy through her panties, feeling her react with a sharp intake of breath. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down, revealing her pussy to my hungry gaze.

It was beautiful, the lips swollen and glistening with her juices. I placed my hand on her mound, feeling the heat radiate from her core. She tried to close her legs, but I pushed them apart, my fingers finding her entrance. I slid one finger inside, feeling her tighten around me. She was so wet, her juices coating my finger as I moved it in and out.

Meena moaned loudly, her hips moving in sync with my fingers. I added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. Her moans turned to cries of pleasure as I finger-fucked her, my thumb circling her clit.

After what felt like an eternity, Meena's body tensed, and she came with a loud cry, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I could feel her juices flowing, coating my hand as I continued to move my fingers inside her, drawing out her orgasm.

I stood up, my pants tented with my erection. Meena looked at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure, as I revealed my hard penis. She took it in her hand, stroking it gently, a look of awe on her face.

"Kiss it," I commanded, my voice hoarse with need.

She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of my penis. I groaned, my hips jerking forward. She took the head into her mouth, sucking gently as I threaded my fingers through her hair, guiding her.

I pushed my penis deeper into her mouth, feeling her resist before she relaxed and took more of me. I could feel the back of her throat, the tightness of her mouth as she sucked me off. It was pure ecstasy, and I knew I wouldn't last long.

With a final thrust, I came, unloading my cum into her mouth. She tried to pull away, but I held her head in place, my penis pulsing as I emptied myself into her. When I finally released her, she stood up, her mouth full of my cum. She turned and spat it out, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Next time, swallow," I said, a smirk playing on my lips.

Meena rolled her eyes but smiled, her body still glowing with the aftereffects of her orgasm. We cleaned up quickly, our bodies still tingling with unspent desire. As we left the room, I knew that this was just the beginning of our exploration. I was hungry for more, and I knew that Meena, with her curvy body and passionate responses, was the perfect partner for my journey into the world of sex and pleasure.