My Cleaning Lady Gives a Hand

Hello, my name is Peter, I am not from India, but I am a fan of indian sex stories dot net and been reading them for a long time.

The incident I am going to tell may help explain my interest in Indian ladies. It is all true, not made up. It happened years ago, when I was at University.
I lived in a residential college on campus.

There were three cleaning ladies on my floor, two were Caucasian, (one from the UK), and one was an Indian lady. They were all much older than me, (I was 19.)

Over the months I got to know the ladies, we would stop for a chat in the corridors, and often when they were on a tea break I sat and talked and laughed with them. They were very broad-minded, and always made funny jokes or double entendres.
Aruna, the Indian lady was the one who cleaned in my section of the corridor, including my room.

Her routine was to clean every day, and once a week change the sheets. Most days I was often at lectures or studying when she did my room, occasionally I would be in there and she would clean around me or tell me she would come back later.
She was about in her late 40’s or early 50’s. She was short and dumpy, with a broad rear and very big breasts. She was not the kind of female I was attracted to at my age then, and even though we used to make jokes and laugh together I was not attracted to her sexually at all. She had dark hair, wore spectacles, had darkish skin, and always wore red lipstick
She was a talker, and when she was in my room cleaning and I was at my desk she talked non-stop, about what I have no idea now!

One of her favourite stories was how sticky and stiff the bed sheets were when she changed them, with all the young horny guys masturbating in bed and messing the sheets.
One morning I hadn’t been well and I was in bed reading when she knocked on the door and came in to clean. At first she said she would come back but when I explained I was not feeling well she said she will clean around me, and it wasn’t the day for changing the sheets.

She talked non stop for the 10 to 15 minutes it took to clean, and I wasn’t really listening, and then she left.

For some reason I couldn’t explain, my mind wandered back to that time when she was in the room and I was in bed, and when I thought of it I became aroused. I couldn’t quite understand, I didn’t find her sexually attractive, I didn’t masturbate thinking of her, but the situation of being in bed with her in the room was exciting.

A couple of weeks later when my lectures started later in the morning, I got back into bed after breakfast with just a sheet over me and waited for her to come in. I was so excited, butterflies in my stomach and I was trembling. She seemed surprised to see me, and asked if I was sick again.
‘No, I’m ok, just catching up on some reading.’

I said to her that its ok, she can just clean around me, and so she did. This time I only pretended to read, watching her as she cleaned up around my room. I had only a sheet over me, with nothing on underneath. I was half hard, my cock poking up slightly, enough to be noticed. I couldn’t be sure but I think she sneaked a look at me a couple of times, I was hoping she had.
After she left I was in a high state of excitement. I didn’t know very much about people who like to display themselves, but I knew for sure that her watching me (or I hoped she did) was very arousing.

This pattern continued over the rest of the term, and it became a weekly ritual in the mornings that I had late lectures to be in bed when she came and cleaned, we chatted and she did her work. It got to the stage that I wouldn’t pretend I was reading, I just stayed in bed while she cleaned my room. I was getting less and less embarrassed about hiding what was happening under the sheets, and often when we talked I would have my hand lie on my lap, close to my cock. Often as she talked she would stop, and brush her hair off her face or adjust her spectacles and she would look at me, and more frequently she was looking down at my body and not in my face.

It still felt strange, I still didn’t feel any sexual desire for her personally, but the fact of displaying myself and her watching me turned me on.

One day she was cleaning my sink, and telling me about the times she had unlocked room doors to clean, and finding couples in bed, or guys naked at the sink. I asked her to tell me more, to tell me about some of these instances and she continued to talk in general terms about what she found when she opened doors.

The talk was turning me on, apart from the usual arousal I was feeling when she was in the room with me, and she came towards the bed.

‘Well, someone likes today’s topic’ she said in her accented sing-song tones and chuckled, indicating with her head what was happening under the sheets.

I made a joke about not wanting to mess the sheets for her, and she laughed and said it wasn’t her problem today, and the sheets were changed the day after the next.

‘Looks nice under the sheet there.’ she said, and lingered for a few seconds before she said goodbye.

When she left it didn’t take me long to stroke myself to a lovely cum, all the time thinking of her watching me.

I continued this on a weekly basis, laying in bed with just a sheet over me, and she seemed to stay longer and longer, not only cleaning but standing by the bed and chatting with me.
I pondered how I could take this further, but I didn’t want to do anything that she might find offensive.

One morning at the usual time she arrived, I was stroking myself, hard under the sheets when she knocked on the door, unlocked it and called out to see if I was there. I waited until she was in the room and could see me clearly before I pretended to be embarrassed and stopped, quickly folding the sheet over me to try and hide my erection under the sheets.
‘Well, what are we doing this morning?’ she enquired with a laugh, ‘having a little play?’

I apologised to her and said I didn’t hear her.

‘Oh don’t be silly, I know what you boys get up to in your rooms,’ she said, continuing to make a joke. “Don’t let me stop you, I am just going to clean here, just don’t mess the sheets’. She laughed and threw a towel over me, landing it on my erection poking up underneath the sheets.

She did her cleaning, chatting as usual, and I lay on the bed watching her.
She finished and then stood by the bed.

‘You better finish yourself off,’ she said laughing again.
I was emboldened by her humour and her directness, and put my hand on my cock, over the sheet, and with a couple of strokes of my fingers I was hard again.

‘Looks like you’re ready now. Enjoy yourself,’ she giggled and left the room, closing the door behind her.

For the next few weeks I was distracted from my studies, and most nights and some mornings I masturbated, always thinking of Aruna, and showing myself to her.

I came across the three ladies at a break one afternoon as I came home from lectures, and they were their usual funny and teasing selves. I stayed with them for half an hour or so, enjoying their talk about their work and their families.

As I said goodbye to them, the English lady told me to be careful about finding nasty things growing in my sheets. They all giggled and laughed, and as I walked down the corridor, and I wondered what she had said to them.

I sort of knew now that I wasn’t going to offend her, my dilemma was how far to take this, my imagination was full of thoughts of revealing myself to her, what would she do? I never got further than that, but always my mind was full of her laughing face and eyes and her giggle.

The next time I would have stayed in bed with her in the room I had to meet with my tutorial group, so it was a couple of weeks before I was able to see how things would progress.
I set up in the usual way, under the cotton sheet on my bed, and around the usual time, the knock on the door and the key in the lock announced she was here.

She bustled in, chatting about her morning and I watched her tidy some books and papers on my desk. She went back to my sink to clean it, and came back towards the window.

‘So go ahead,’ she said with a smile, “ I want to watch you.
‘Really?’

Yes really, now come on, give your mister a tug.’ She laughed. ‘Come on, don’t be shy.’

With my hand I stroked myself so I was hard, looking at her all the time. Her gaze went from my face to my cock and back again. I slid my hand under the sheet and continued to stroke and rub, I was hard as a rock.

She watched me for a few minutes, my breathing getting faster and I moaned a few times. She clasped the sheet in her hand and began to slide it off my body, slowly revealing my hand stroking my cock.

‘Now that’s a nice one.’ She said quietly, continuing to watch me. With my fingers, I caressed the head, then clasped the shaft and pumped my hand up and down.

‘That’s nice,’ she whispered again. ‘Faster, faster.’
I continued to pump and jerk my hand up and down.
‘Make him cum, I want to see him cum,’ she whispered again.
It didn’t take me long, and with moans and a final groan of lust and relief I spurted cum into the air and on to my belly. I continued to spurt a few more times, squeezing my shaft with my fingers. She went to my basin and returned with a washer.
‘Don’t mess on the sheets,’ she laughed and I took the washer from her and wiped my cum from my belly and chest.
As she left she kissed me on the forehead, and told me I was a good boy!

It was the university vacation, and when I returned for the new term I came back to my room after a morning lecture on the first Monday to catch up with the ladies on my floor, particularly Aruna. They were in their usual morning tea place, resting. We had a chat and a few laughs, and they asked me how many girls I had seduced over the holidays.

On Thursday the first week, I waited in bed for my cleaning lady to come and do my room. She did so and I watched her, slowly stroking myself as she worked and chatted. Eventually, she sat down on the bed and watched me.
‘So, did he miss me over the vacation.’

I told her he sure did and I was anxious to catch up with her and find out what she had been up to.

‘Let’s see how much he has missed me,’ she said with a laugh and slowly pulled on the sheet, off my belly, and over my thighs. I was hard and my fingers were softly teasing the head of my cock, and just under the knob. She watched me stroke for a few minutes, her hand resting on my thigh, and her fingers softly moving in caresses

‘Can I help with that?’ she whispered.
‘Oh yes, please help me.’

‘Because you are a good boy and you ask so nicely,’ she said and her fingers touched me where mine were. She caressed the tip of my cock with her fingers, running her thumb just under the ridge of my knob, she closed her hand over my shaft and stroked and stroked up and down, then when she reached the tip she rubbed her thumb over my tip. The sensation was so thrilling, my hips moved up and down in an involuntary movement, and she began to time her hand and finger movements in response to my hips. I could feel my climax building, she had a look of concentration on her face as she looked at her hand playing with me, then at my face and then back to her hand. I exploded in a storm of moans, heavy breathing and spasms. Cum flew high above me and landed on my chest, then as she continued to stroke more cum dribbled over her hand and onto my thighs and belly. I held her wrist still in agony and ecstasy until my spasms subsided.

Finally, she giggled, ‘well I may be the cleaning lady here but they don’t pay me to clean up this mess.’

She took a washer from my sink, ran water over it and cleaned her hands, and threw the washer to me.
She stood by the bed. ‘Happy?’

‘Oh god, I sure am, thank you so much.’

‘Its ok, you are a good boy,’ she joked again, kissed me on the forehead and went to the door. Before she went she waved 2 fingers at me and then was gone.

I couldn’t believe what had happened. I guess I had been planning something like this since the first time she saw me in bed, but I never thought it would happen. I still didn’t see her as an object of sex fantasy except like this, I didn’t have any idea that we could fuck, but she had awoken some incredible desires around showing myself in front of her. And now beyond my wildest dreams, what had just happened!

I wasn’t really sexually experienced, I had read a lot being an English major, and I wasn’t a virgin but I had never really thought much about matters like exhibitionism or voyeurism. All I know was that I wanted to show myself to her, and I enjoyed how she seemed to like it too.

The next morning after breakfast I was getting ready to walk across to uni when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and there she was.

She walked past me and into the room.

‘I have to tell you this… you mustn’t tell anybody about what we did, please you must understand, nobody must know.’

I reassured her that I hadn’t told anyone, and neither would I.
‘Nobody must know, I will lose my job, please don’t tell anyone.’
I continued to reassure her, that I had respect for her and I wouldn’t tell anyone, and she seemed relieved.
She left to continue her work, and I think she was ok with that.
I didn’t see her for a few days, busy with work, and on the Thursday morning when I was usually in bed I had a special tutorial to go to.

Just before lunch, I was walking down the corridor towards my room, and I passed the three cleaners having their lunch in the shared kitchen and games room area.

I stopped and joined in their chat. Aruna was relaxed and casual, laughing and joking with the others, and I was relieved that she didn’t seem to be worried about what we did, and as I said my goodbyes she waved two fingers at me.

When I got to my room my heart was heating fast, and my stomach was churning with excitement

I saw her on and off during the week and into the next week but we didn’t really get a chance to say more than ‘Hi’.
On Wednesday afternoon I was studying at the desk in my room when there was a knock on the door, and it opened. She was standing there with her bag and coat, obviously ready to go home.
‘Hello’, she said.
‘Hi, how are you?’
I’m ok, did you remember tomorrow is Thursday?’
‘Yes,’ I replied, ‘I hadn’t forgotten.’
Her eyes twinkled, ‘Good, I didn’t want you to forget.’

The next morning was a repeat of the previous time with her, with a few variations. She wanted me to stroke myself and when I was almost at the point of cumming she rubbed the tip of my cock with her palm, causing an unbelievably intense sensation, and when I spurted she closed her palm over my knob, and my sticky semen oozed between her fingers.

For the rest of the final term, up to exams, she and I shared these experiences on most Thursday mornings.
Sometimes she just liked to watch me, other times she joined in. She told me sometimes what to do like she wanted me to use two hands pumping my shaft, or just my fingers teasing the tip of my penis.

One day I tentatively reached out and caressed her breast – her bra was industrial strength and I am not sure if she felt anything! However, she let me caress her while she stroked or caressed me to completion. Over a few weeks, I became more adventurous and caressed and fondled her breasts. She didn’t mind this, and even let me unbutton here green uniform and play with her nipples outside her bra. I tried to put my fingers inside her bra but it was too constrictive. I often had my hand on her knee or thigh as she played with me, and one day I eased my hand under her dress, but she gripped my wrist and shook her head.

At the end of the final term, I was moving out of the College to a house with some of my college roommates. I had kept my word and never mentioned my adventures with any of them, even though like all young men we spent a long time talking about sexual matters, most of it just rubbish talk when I think of it now.

At the end of the term, I said goodbye to her. She came to my room for the final Thursday, her usual cheery self. This time we talked as she lazily stroked me. She wished me well for my exams, and for next year of study. I told her I will remember her always.
The next day when I had packed my belongings in the car I went to seek out the cleaning ladies to say goodbye. I started on the ground floor, and found the cleaner there, and said goodbye and thank you.

On the next floor, the English lady was in a room, I could hear the vacuum. I opened the door to say goodbye and thank you.
She turned off the machine and said how sweet of me to find her to say goodbye.

I put out my hand to shake but she stepped forward and put her arms around me.

‘I’ve heard you are a very good boy,’ she whispered. ‘Aruna has been telling me she has given you a hand.’

She pulled back and looked at me, and I could feel myself blushing.

‘I don’t think you are a good boy, I think you are very naughty,’ she whispered and laughed, and then she kissed me. I kissed her on the cheek, but then she kissed me on the lips. When I touched her lips with mine I started to draw back but she tightened her arms around me and held me closer and kissed me with more urgency. Her lips moved against mine, and then I felt her tongue in my mouth, just a flicker against my tongue, and then she opened her lips more, her tongue explored mine, I felt her lips harder against mine, and I was consumed by her kiss.

Breathlessly she tore herself away, and still holding me she whispered ‘you really are a naughty boy aren’t you. Wish I was your cleaning lady too, now go.’

I was amazed at her response as I closed the door behind me.
My goodbye with Aruna was a bit tearful, she gave me a hug and wished me well, and I did the same to her.

On the journey home I didn’t quite to know what to think, some doors had opened that at my age I didn’t know what was beyond them.

Over the years I have often thought of Aruna, here smiling teasing, her generosity and the education she gave me.
I still think of her when I am in bed, playing with myself, and I am forever grateful for what she brought to my life.