Note - This is not my real story. Got it from net. - checkhot

I have always enjoyed reading the experiences of many who post them
on the site and have wondered to myself, This is so true for so many
folks,so what I went through is not unique in any way!

Having felt so, I decided to share my experience with all those who
seek pleasure by reading stories and getting their "ultimate"
release.I am strongly aroused by reading stories because I imagine
myself in the shoes of the story writer and I sincerely hope that
you readers are able to do the same when you read my story!

Housemaids have always been an object of interest to me because of
their nature of work; they come in to the house and are given
unquestioned access to all parts of the house; given access to all
our private clothing and over a period get familiar to ask intimate
questions!This is one of the many such experiences that I have been
privy to; I hope to pen other stories, after getting response from
you "Readers" to this first attempt of mine!

I am 35,tanned and well endowed!I do have a kind heart which makes
me considerate and empathetic to the problems and difficulties of
those who are poor or economically deprived.I usually take it as an
obligation to find out the well being of those who work around me
and especially, Maid servants, who need to be happy and cheerful
when they are doing a job.

That said, I got into asking routine questions of our newly
appointed maid - Susheela ( Sush) about herself, her family and the
kind of jobs she was doing other than the one at our house. She
usually took about two hours at our place for sweeping, mopping and
cleaning vessels, clothes etc.

One such day she was talking, she was also sweeping with a typical
(Indian) broom, half standing and bending forward. Maids in the
North India (Delhi!)usually wear a Salwaar with a Kameez on top.
Usually, after entering the house maids drop off their Dupatta and
leave it at the entrance along with their chappals. So Sush did the
same thing always. She would pick up the broom and start from my
room. As always, when she was bent forward, it was natural for her
to expose her vital assets to any one who standing in front of her.

She had told me once in the past that she used to be very
embarrassed to work in our neighbour's house because the man there
usually makes it a point to come in front of her, under some pretext
or the other, and keep staring at her (boobs - she was shy to
complete it but sort of hinted by gazing down at her well formed
orbs).She used to be very conscious of her assets and after trying
to cover herself with her dupatta, she sent a message to him that
she did not like him staring at her front.

When she told me all this, I was careful not to make the same
mistake and took precaution never to go in front of her. I used to
peep at her through the window when she worked in the front verandah
and took a good look at what she would carelessly expose.
Invariably, that gave was enough provocation for my cock to stand up
and salute her.Unfortunately, Sush did not know that she was the one
whom my cock was saluting!

So, this morning when she was in my room, I was getting ready for my
bath, in the attached bathroom. She always knew to come into my room
and close the door behind her. She was always very confident of
herself and was never scared or conscious of coming into my room and
working behind closed doors.

I was in a towel and was getting ready to apply oil on my dry skin.
I had applied some oil on my hands and on my chest. I was trying
hard to reach behind and apply where ever I could reach.
Unfortunately, there is a limitation to how much one can stretch
one's hands.When I was trying all my best to bend backwards, she saw
me and our eyes met. As soon as she saw me in a towel, she took her
eyes off me and did not want to see my body which was naked upwards.
She came with her broom up till the bath room entrance and was going
about her job as if nothing happened.

Just then, by mistake, I toppled the oil bottle which was kept next
to my feet and quite a bit of oil spilt on the bath room floor. She
laughed and looked at me and I also laughed with her. I looked at
her as if asking if she could clean up the mess....and she also
responded as if she knew what I was thinking. She immediately got up
and went out to fetch a piece of cloth. She came back with the mop
and went inside past me to get it wet.

In doing so, she almost brushed past me and by sheer mistake touched
me below my waist. The towel was loosely tied to my waist and lo
behold...what happened was the most unexpected. I was standing naked
in front of her with my cock in full salute and it was so close that
she could no way ignore it. She looked at its imposing size and
shape. Usually, when my cock gets erect, I always pull the skin back
and let the pink head slip out in all its glory. I had done the
same, a little earlier when Sush had started cleaning my room and
little did I expect that my act would be caught in such a manner by
the person who was the very cause!