My fingers longed to play with that brown hair. But I didn’t know the person it belonged to. Even if I did, it wouldn’t be appropriate by any means. She was standing with her back to me. It certainly wasn’t
What differentiated her from the rest of the crowd was her trim schoolgirl-like figure and her above-average height. Although only a couple of inches taller than other ladies (5’6”), coupled with her narrow figure (34-26-36), she looked modelesque.
The on-call chauffeur didn’t wait long enough for me to see her face. Plus, my house was just around the corner, so he hurried as soon as the traffic cleared. I went straight up to my room on the upper floor after a quick hug from my mother.
I’d come for the 3rd time in 2 years, this time for good. My assignment was over, so was my work permit, and my girlfriend had bailed 6 months ago. There was nothing left for me in Gibraltar. So I was back in Dwarka to take care of my family.
My wife would join me eventually. But I needed someone to hold my attention. Basically, a girlfriend to keep company while I got acclimated to local conditions. A stirring in my loins reminded me of the petite bird I’d seen earlier. I finished supper and quickly opened a beer before hitting the sack.
Two days passed like a flash. On the third day, I decided to go out and ventured into the kitchen to have some tea before going. The same silhouette as the other day was standing right in front of me.
The small tapering back was dressed in a white blouse. The white cotton saree failed to hide her slim figure. I asked for some tea, and my angel turned around briskly.
It was a vaguely familiar face. She said something, and I instantly recognized her from the voice. It was Yukta. She had been my household maid. I remembered her as the girl with short hair. Snapping back into the present, I addressed her:
Vikas: Yukta! What a nice surprise.
Yukta: I wanted to tell you on the first day, but you had jet lag.
I sat on the kitchen counter drinking a cup of sweet tea while she made evening dinner. Time flew by as we exchanged notes, and she finished her cooking. Yukta was our old driver’s daughter. My family had sent her to school.
At 19, she had an abortion, and at 21, she completed a degree from IGNOU and got married. Nowadays, Yukta has a day job at the Metro station, selling tokens. She cooked at peoples’ houses in the evening to supplement her income.
Vikas: As far back as I can remember, you had a bob haircut.
Yukta: Ya, we went to a streetside barber, and I colored my hair with henna.
So that explained her hairstyle. But I still wanted to know why she had a scarf around her thick, shiny, shoulder-length curls. I realized that I was staring at her. She let me touch her hair.
It felt silky and curly, bringing back memories of how we had puppy love for almost a month during the lockdown. I got goosebumps and tried to shake off the feeling.
She finally told me about the short hair. She’d fried her hair trying to do a global color and eventually got a machine cutting. Since then, she has been getting a haircut now and then to maintain the shape of her hair. Hence the shoulder-length hair with natural layers in the end.
Listening to her story gave me a boner. It had been ages since I had laid a chick, so I was nervous. She took the lead in foreplay and playfully brushed her soft palm on my erection. I was super horny after 6 months of living without sex. It was only a matter of time before I bedded her, I thought.
On impulse, I asked her out. “I can go on a date, but I must warn you that I’m already married,” she said happily. She told me that her husband really didn’t mind her whereabouts as long as she returned home at night. “Yaar, he was in the early 40s when we got married,” she confided.
I got it. Her husband couldn’t satisfy her physically, so he spent as much time away from her as possible. After finishing my tea, I got down from the counter and asked Yukta to come. “You go first. I’ll follow after telling your mom,” she said, adjusting her saree.
By the time I’d reached the colony gate, Yukta had caught up. She had made a ponytail and wrapped a string of white lilies around it. “Your mom gave me the flowers,” she said.
Taking advantage of the darkness, I pressed my nose against her ponytail and smelled the lilies. My cock rose in attention at the silky touch of her hair. She took a back step at the very moment and bumped into me.
We were aroused and called a cab to get to cp. We sat next to each other in the back seat. The driver started driving, and we made out after a long period of separation.
Yukta hadn’t changed a bit since we were together last time. Her ears had one small ring in each earlobe and ‘Yukta’ inked in Hindi behind her left hand.
Vikas: Who did this?
Yukta: A street tattoo artist.
Before I knew what was going on, she wore a black shirt and removed her saree to reveal a denim skirt. She carefully folded her removed clothes and kept them in her handbag. Looking at her svelte figure, no one could say that she was a maid.
Stroking her smooth thighs I offered to pay for a hair spa. On reaching Connaught circus, we left the taxi and went to the nearest salon. Yukta told them to do a concave bob haircut with curtain bangs.
My jaw dropped as she walked out with a bob hanging above the shoulders and curved under her chin. I inserted my hands between her hair and cheeks to hold her pretty face while kissing her.
Vikas: I hope your husband doesn’t find out.
Yukta: He’s too overwhelmed with me to notice anything.
We went home to find my parents asleep. We quietly went up to my room and stripped. Yukta gave me the best blowjob ever while I supported her silky head with my hand behind her occipital bone. We made love like a couple who was meeting after ages.
I don’t know when she left, but she woke me in the morning with a cup of tea, wearing a cotton saree and lilies around her ponytail. Her ponytail was only a couple of inches shorter. Getting up to accept my bed tea, there was only one thing on my mind:
Vikas: I love you Yukta.
She smiled, ruffling my hair with her long fingers.
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