12-01-2021, 12:23 AM
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 college 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.
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 disappointed 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 suprise, Bhola brought his two broad palms downward from her shoulder in a sudden scoop, slipped the pa!ms 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.
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 college 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.
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 disappointed 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 suprise, Bhola brought his two broad palms downward from her shoulder in a sudden scoop, slipped the pa!ms 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.
Ravi Shikha
** I am fascinated by erotica as a genre in fiction. It is my ambition to publish my works of erotica as e-books on Amazon.in and Kindle. You will find me there too under this pen name. For the price of a coffee on Amazon, or for free on Kindle Unlimited, you can read my ebooks.
** I am fascinated by erotica as a genre in fiction. It is my ambition to publish my works of erotica as e-books on Amazon.in and Kindle. You will find me there too under this pen name. For the price of a coffee on Amazon, or for free on Kindle Unlimited, you can read my ebooks.
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