My New Tamilian Maid – An Unexpected Boner

I woke up late again. It was past 12 and I was so damn hungry. I forced myself out of bed and into the bathroom to freshen up. I brushed and then went to my mom’s room which was opposite mine. She wasn’t in there so I went downstairs to the kitchen assuming she was there. Instead, I found a woman washing vessels. I was surprised because our former maid had been fired. She never came to work on time, took leave often and for some reason loved to create problems between my mom and her Mother- in-law. No, she was not my grandmother. My mom had remarried. Well I guess I could call her Grandma-in-law.

I walked out quietly and dialed my mom’s number because I was too lazy to scream the house down. She picked up and told me she was at the shop and asked if I was hungry and that she would prepare food when she came back. “So? We have a new maid?” I asked. ”Yeah, finally, I was getting tired of cleaning the place up since we stopped Shanti” She replied. After I ended the call I went back to my room- excited. I was a tiny bit horny to be honest.

I grew up in an upper middle class family. We aren’t Tamil even though we live in Tamil Nadu. I couldn’t even be bothered learning the language although I did know enough to get around the place. I am just not into the Tamilian culture. Yet- I had this huge fascination with Tamil maids. I don’t know what it is about them but I’ve always found myself sneaking glances. Our last two maids however were not boner material. Shanti was in her mid 50’s which is not usually a bad thing but although she wasn’t fat she had a shapeless figure, wrinkly skin and horrible teeth. This new maid on the other hand excited me.

From what I had seen of her she looked god enough from the side. She was dark skinned, had a huge arse jutting out from her small waist that was showing through her saree and a blouse that seemed to be too small for her. Her breasts were clearly trying to burst out from them. Her body was perfection, especially her arse. An arse like that deserved to be fucked.

My mom brought my food upstairs for me when she returned. After I had done eating I went to leave my plate in the kitchen. As I walked down the stairs she was walking up with a broom. I could smell the sweat on her as she passed. Not the type that would repulse you. On her it just made you want to grab her and start sniffing at her and licking her. I turned to look at her ass after she crossed me and noticed no panty line- She wasn’t wearing underwear.Her ass cheeks shook with every step she took. What I wouldn’t give to stuff my penis up that arsehole of hers.

I left my plate to be washed and went back up. My mom’s door was open and the maid was sweeping. She was bent towards the door and I could see a Thaali hanging around her neck. Great- So the was married. That must be one lucky guy getting to fuck her every day. I went back into my room still thinking about her arse. I can’t lie, I love huge butts. Skinny women are over rated.

I was in my room reading when my mom opened the door and told me that the maid was going to come in and clean. I had swept my floor the previous night so I said it just had to be mopped. My mom left to tell the maid that. A few minutes later the maid walked in with a bucket and a mop. After wiping the windows down she began to mop the floor. My eyes were on her the whole time as she moved across the room.

Every time she bent down showing her ass I would take a picture with my phone. I had almost immediately got a boner. It wasn’t very difficult with this woman around you- Her breasts bursting out, her arse bulging out. She looked around 30. This was definitely her body’s peak. There was no way it could get any better than this.

After she was done she went into my bathroom to clean. She cleaned and came out. My room was the last one that had to be cleaned and she looked very tired. She stretched and yawned. She had a straight upper row of teeth with a crooked bottom row and her breasts threatened to burst out of the blouse as she stretched. She smiled at me and asked if there was any other work to be done.

I shook my head and at that moment my mom came in. “Your husband’s come to pick you up, Kaamachi” She said in her broken Tamil which I always laughed at. “Are you done or should I tell him to wait?”. I got out of bed and walked to the balcony as they were still talking. I wanted to see what her husband looked like. To see which lucky bastard spent the nights in between those legs.

I had to suppress my laughter when I did. He looked to be in his mid 40’s. He was kind of shapeless, not exactly bad looking but she deserved better. It is funny how these amazing women who are lower class end up with such lame men. He was sitting on his bike and waiting for her and as I looked down she walked out. She got onto the bike sideways and moved her huge ass about trying to find a comfy position. I could see the back grab rail of the bike stick into her butt-crack. That was certainly going to be a sight for anyone riding at the back.

As they rode away my mother came onto the balcony. ”Did she clean well?” She asked. “It’s was so hard finding a maid here. She actually lives a bit far away so he drops her and picks her up. ”She cleaned okay” I replied. “Hopefully we won’t have to fire her too”. I was secretly smiling on the inside. I still had a boner from just remembering her dark skinned Tamilian body.

 

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