The Housemaid and the Photographer

*All characters in this story are over eighteen years old.*

Ever since I hit puberty I have had a very high sex drive. It had been over a decade since I had wanted to have sex with a woman but unfortunately I never found the right partner or the opportunity. For some reason from my teenage years this idea was stuck inside my head that the memory of the first time will be remembered forever. The last thing I wanted to do was to add another bad memory. I was one of those loner kids who couldn't help but come across as a weirdo when he tried to socialise. So I had a lot to learn before I could get laid. Before I realised I was already in my mid twenties and a good partner was still nowhere to be seen.

The pandemic forced me to move back in with my parents. They didn't like the idea of me living alone in a different city and I figured I could help them out by moving in because they are both in their sixties. The last thing I wanted was for them to get sick by going out to buy groceries. A year later things got much better and they were vaccinated. This gave them the confidence to visit my grandparents in their village. Since I was working and was being considered for a promotion I didn't want to move to a village for a workation only to find there is no dependable internet connectivity there.

So I chose to stay back at our home. Knowing my hectic work schedule my parents insisted on getting a housemaid to take care of the cleaning duties while they were gone. I always made sure to clean my own room, but cleaning the entire house was a different beast altogether. A new building was being constructed near my place, which meant a lot of dust coming in through the windows. Hence I didn't protest the idea of getting a maid. My neighbour had a maid who would visit them every morning to clean their house. I had seen her a few times, we never talked though. She never caught my attention. Even when my mom told me about her I was barely able to recollect who she was.

"Amit, you must have seen her before, she has been working there for a few years now."

"I don't think I have seen her mom."

"That's ok, her name is Shraddha and she will be here tomorrow morning."

My parents left early in the morning the next day.

I started my work in the morning as usual. I forgot that Shraddha was going to come for work that day. I was busy at work when the doorbell rang. I wondered who it would be at this time and went to the door. When I opened the door I found a woman in her thirties with her hair tied into a tight bun. Shraddha was staring at me. She was expecting me to start the conversation. My expression told her that I was confused about who she is and wondering what she wants.

"Aunty asked me to come here for work."

It took me a second to realise that she is referring to my mom. I moved aside to let her walk in.

"Ha...come on in-"

Before I could say much more she walked in and broke eye contact with me. She just looked around. I felt as if she didn't need a welcome speech from me. So I showed her where the cleaning utensils are kept. She went about cleaning the place. I noticed her work for a couple of minutes while also trying not to come across as too inquisitive. Apparently my mom had already given her detailed instructions on what needs to be done. Shraddha seemed to be diligent in following those instructions to the dot. After a couple of minutes I didn't pay much attention to what she was doing and got back to my own work. Some time later I was a bit startled when Shraddha popped up in front of me and said "It's done."

I looked up at her a bit like a deer caught in front of the headlight. It was her way of telling me that she is done with the work and was asking me permission to leave. I simply nodded and said "Ok." She turned around and walked to the door. She was wearing a dull coloured cheap saree. It was worn loosely, probably because she needed the flexibility while working. When I looked at her walking away my eyes fell on her waist. Soon my gaze was caught by the saree being tightly wound around her waist. She seemed to have figured out how to keep it loose everywhere else but tight around her waist so that it doesn't come undone when she is working. My eyes were greeted by the wonderful sight of a perfectly shaped butt. Shraddha had a big ass with a perfect shape. At that moment I wanted her to turn around, I wanted to see her again. Without thinking much I said "Shraddha..."

That was the first time I had spoken her name. She turned around partially and looked at me like a model posing for a picture. I noticed her big eyes, her thin nose leading up to her full but small lips and her beautiful chin framing all of it perfectly.

All I managed to say was, "Close the door on your way out."

She didn't say anything and left, closing the door behind her. On that day I didn't fully realise what I felt for her. I didn't give it much thought either.

She came for work the next day at the same time. We didn't say a word to each other during the entire time she was at my place. I was on a Zoom call with my colleagues when she was leaving so she thought to not disturb me and left without saying anything. I noticed she was gone only when she closed the door behind her. This went on for more than a week. On weekends I would be watching some movie while she would go about cleaning the house. I barely noticed her presence let alone speak to her.

One day while I was working I saw a couple of monkeys trying to get into the house through the windows. Shraddha was close to the window so I called out to her and pointed at the window. She saw the monkeys and tired to scare them off. She grabbed the mop she was using to clean the floor and raised it above her head as if she was about to strike them. The monkeys soon ran away. But not before helping me catch a very beautiful sight-

As Shraddha was raising her arm her saree moved aside to reveal her midriff. She has a wheatish skin tone with an almost flat stomach. Her side was being illuminated by the sunlight coming through the window. I was shamelessly staring at her bare midriff. And as she stretched her arm further I could see the shape of her side boobs which were being held tightly but her blouse. Her breasts weren't too large, they looked full and firm. I could easily guess her measurements at that moment- she is five and a half feet tall and has a 34C-30-36 body.

My mouth was slightly open and it was only when she turned around and made eye contact with me that I realised it myself. Shraddha was smiling. It was the first time I had seen her smile. I was smitten and I knew it. I smiled back and she started continuing her work. I got back to my work too but only after I stole another glance of her body. I was sexually excited.

Next day I was waiting for Shraddha to come to work. I wanted to talk to her, get closer to her and eventually progress towards something sexual. And I knew just how to do that. Shraddha was almost done with her work when I called her to the kitchen. When she walked in I told her,

"Do you want tea? "

She saw me making tea. She was indecisive and I could see her thinking of a response.

As I poured milk in I told her assertively but without making eye contact, "I made it for both of us. Don't leave without drinking it."

"Ok..." she said weakly but from the difference in her tone compared to her usual style of speaking I knew that she was happy about it.

After her work was done I started talking to her. I started asking about her family and her background. She told me that she is married and has a kid.

Talking to her didn't feel like much of a conversation initially, because she only seemed to be giving specific answers to my questions. But I did notice her body posture get relaxed with each passing minute. She didn't take much time to finish the tea as she had to rush to the neighbour's house for work.

Nevertheless I was satisfied that I had initiated a conversation. And it paid back the next day because when I opened the door when she came to work she gave me a little smile as she walked in. That made my day. I made tea for us again and we talked more. She seemed to get more free with each passing day.

Soon I figured out ways to get her to stay back longer like I bought biscuits which I offered her while having tea. I asked her to come to work at my house after she was done at the neighbours, that way she didn't have to rush away. Every day we talked more and she didn't seem to be that cold woman she came across as before. I soon deduced that her marital life wasn't that great and she was slightly depressed because of it. Whenever I would see her get sad talking about something I would crack a silly joke. It wasn't difficult for me to get her to laugh. But what I was about to do next required a perfect timing-

"You have a wonderful smile." I said as she was laughing at some silly joke I made.

Her laughter vanished and her body tensed up slightly. But I could see she was also blushing. I thought of not pushing it further that day.

Next day I made a similar comment but I teased her about it- "You are in the wrong profession, you should have been a model or something." She smiled and asked me to stop pulling her leg.

I started calling her "Model" whenever I talked to her. She acted like she hated it and hit my arm playfully once or twice. That was my green signal to take it up a notch. That evening I went to a store and bought a camera.

Next day while she was working I surprised her by showing her my new camera. As she was working I clicked random pictures of things I saw in the room. She was curious and said,

"Why are you wasting film by clicking pictures of random things?"

I laughed. "This is a digital camera, it doesn't use film. And..." Suddenly I clicked her picture. The moment I pointed the camera at her she tried to cover her face.

"I don't look good right now, don't click my picture."

I walked up to her and showed her the picture I just clicked. She saw how silly she looked covering her face. She smiled sheepishly. I almost wanted to grab and kiss her right then. But I controlled myself.

She said "I won't look good in these pictures."

"Why?"

"I look sweaty and dirty."

"The sweat makes you look sexy."

She looked at me wide eyed. It was as if I said something which was taboo. I was looking deep into her eyes. She realised the sexual tension between us for the first time. She stepped away from me and started working again as if this conversation never happened.

At tea, I purposefully spent time fidgeting with the camera rather than talking to her. I sighed disappointedly.

She asked "What happened?"

"The pictures I took don't look good."

She laughed, "Why did you even buy that thing?"

"To click your pictures, Model." I smirked.

She blushed a bit.

I spoke "I think the pictures don't look good because I don't have anything good to take pictures of."

"Maybe."

"Will you model for me?"

"Stop being funny." saying that she started to walk towards the door to leave.

I couldn't help but stare at her hips as she walked away. At the door she shot me a sideways glance and smirked. Before she walked out she looked at me and said in a slightly sensual way "Bye."

I had only one more day before my parents got back from the village. As Shraddha was working I kept going around her clicking her pictures. She didn't seem to mind it as much as yesterday. Each time I caught her under some good lighting I asked her to pause and she would stand like a statue waiting for me to click her. She couldn't help but smile each time she did that for me. I started to walk up to her and ask her to stand in specific ways. Often with the pretext of helping her pose I would touch her hand and move it around a bit. Soon I got bolder and touched her arms and shoulder. Her smile was getting replaced by her blushing.

As my fingers grazed her face on the pretext of moving her hair I felt like she was starting to sweat. What I failed to realise was that I had started sweating profusely too and she could see it. I started wiping sweat off Shraddha's face, from her forehead, around her lips and cheek. She never stopped me from touching her nor did she give any hint that she wanted me to do something more. Shraddha was not working anymore, she was only posing for me. I held her hand and made her stand at the doorway to my room, I asked her to lean against the door frame. I started breathing heavily at the thought of what I am about to do next. I pretended to be disappointed at the pictures which were coming out.

"These pictures...they are not great"

Shraddha looked disappointed. I immediately said,

"Your face looks amazing, you look very beautiful in these pictures, but... it is your saree, it doesn't fit you well."

I made eye contact with her. I walked up to her, my heavy breath falling on her neck, I said "Let me try to adjust it." I kept my camera aside on my bed and I put both my hands on her body. I bent down, pretended as if I was fixing the plates of her saree and moved my hands over her thighs. I gently squeezed her thigh to find it slightly soft on the surface but quite hard beneath. She was quite fit for a woman her age. I slowly moved my right hand to the back to graze her butt. I thought if I was taking things too far she would stop me then. My right hand was fully resting on her perfect ass cheeks.

She didn't resist my touch. I couldn't help myself and squeezed her ass as I stood up straight. I looked at her face and I only saw a woman waiting impatiently for me to click her picture. I didn't see any resistance in her for my touch, all she seemed to be worried about was that maybe if I take too long someone might catch us in the act, even though we were all alone in the house then. I knew that I was on thin ice, one wrong move and I would end all my chances with my maid. I decided not to push it further then and went back to click another picture.

As soon as the picture was clicked I rushed back towards her saying "It still doesn't look right, I think it is the saree pallu..." I was breathing so heavily it was obvious that it wasn't about the pictures anymore. The moment I said saree pallu I saw my maid's chest rise and fall. She understood that I was about to grope her beautiful breasts. But before doing that I said "Lets try a different pose." I held both her wrists and made her stand with her hands behind her head.

I asked her to stay in that pose as I corrected her pallu. She stared at my face with big eyes. She knew that she was displaying her breasts to me, inviting me to fondle them. The room seemed to get much hotter. I slowly moved my hand up and brushed it over her blouse as I went for her pallu. I tried to pull it off but she had used a pin to attach it to her blouse. As I went to take the pin off she held my wrist and said,

"No."

"Okay."

She went back to her pose. I understood the rules, I can touch her as long as I keep pretending it is about the photoshoot. So I started playing the game. I pretended that I was fixing her saree pallu while fondling her breasts. As she was wearing a bra I couldn't feel the entire shape of her nipple but I could feel that they were hard though. I squeezed her breasts gently. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. I moved closer and my boner touched her thighs. As if waking from a trance she slowly opened her eyes and looked at me. She stared at me and said

"Enough."

I touched her neck for one last time and said

"Ok".

As I moved my hand down I grabbed her ass once more but this time she resisted my touch and walked away. I knew it was over and didn't try anything more. In a few minutes Shraddha wrapped up her work and walked to the door. She didn't wait around for tea this time. I was watching her walk away. She opened the door slowly but before leaving she looked at me. Soon a smile crept up on her face. We smiled at each other for a second. Then she left saying "Bye."

When my parents came back they were happy that the house looked clean. So my mom decided to keep Shraddha on the job permanently. When my mom told me the news I acted indifferently. But in reality I was elated. I knew that nothing sexual would ever happen between me and Shraddha, yet getting to watch her everyday would be a welcome sight. Like I expected, when Shraddha came to work she acted indifferent with me because my parents were around. But whenever she would clean my room and it would be just us we would look at each other and smile secretly. I would openly ogle at her body and she would never mind. This went on for a few days. Whenever she would be cleaning my room and she would want me to move around I would do it but would touch her body whenever I did that. For someone else it would seem like harmless involuntary touches, except for both of us it wasn't. Whenever she was about to leave my room she would look at me and smile because she couldn't do that after she stepped out of my room. It was her way of saying "Bye."

This was all to come to an end soon because my boss wanted me back at my official work location, he wanted me to work from the office again. I was supposed to leave in a month. I told the news to my parents. They were sad obviously but this wasn't the first time I was leaving home and they were expecting this to happen anyway. But when I told Shraddha about this secretly when she was in my room she had a strange look on her face. She never realised that my working from home was a temporary affair. She was very sad and surprised not just about my news but also about how much it affected her. It dawned on me as well at that moment that whatever was between us will come to an end soon.

Suddenly her face didn't have any expression. She got back to her work as if she was not affected by me leaving. I tried to get back to work as well. While mopping the floor without making eye contact with me she said,

"Why do you have to go, can't you stay back?"

"I don't have a choice, its my work-"

"You will forget me once you go away, won't you?"

"You think that will happen?"

"Ofcourse, why should you remember me?" She said irritatedly, "Who am I to you?"

She was turned away from me. I got up and spanked her ass hard.

SMACK

She moaned "Aagh..." She quickly turned around and said "What are you doing?!"

I grabbed her waist with one hand and pulled her towards me, her breasts squeezed against my chest. With my other hand I spanked her ass again- SMACK.

She tried to contain her moan and said as soon as she got her breath "Let me go, Aunty will see us!"

I smirked and let her go. She tried to pretend like she was angry but she couldn't stop blushing. I grabbed my camera and quickly clicked a picture of her blushing. I said "I will click a photo of you everyday till I leave. I will keep these pictures to remember you by. If you don't pose for me the way I want I will spank you again just like that."

She started to say something "You-" but stopped midway and left my room.

Next day when she was in my room I was lying on my bed wearing shorts and a t-shirt. The moment she walked in she saw the camera in my hand and blushed. She said

"Yesterday you hurt me."

"You asked for it."

She turned around to debate with me but she saw my smirk and decided to let it go.

She got back to working. I asked

"Where does it hurt?

"Don't you know where?"

"I want to hear you say it."

She didn't say anything and just got back to working.

I said "I want to click a picture of your ass today."

She froze when she heard me saying "ass". Then she kept working as if she didn't hear me. I asked her to pause the work. She stopped working and looked at me. I grabbed her wrist and asked her to face the wall. I made her put both her hands on the wall. Then I said,