Maid for each other

 The clock on the dusty mantelpiece chimed the hour, echoing through the empty house. Shruthi, her eyes glancing at the grand structure, couldn't help but feel the weight of the silence. The doctor's family had gone out for a weekend retreat, leaving her with an eerie solitude she hadn't anticipated. She smoothed the apron over her ample curves, the fabric whispering a gentle protest as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

Her thoughts turned to Abdul, his touch, his smile, the way his eyes lit up when she teased him. The house's emptiness only amplified the ache in her body, a craving she had held at bay for too long. Her heart raced as she reached for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed his number. The anticipation grew with each ring until his voice, low and warm, filled the space between them.

"Hey, baby," he said, a hint of excitement in his tone. "What's up?"

Shruthi's pulse quickened. "They're all out," she whispered into the phone, her voice barely a murmur. "The doctor's family. The house is all mine."

"Alone?" Abdul's voice grew husky with desire. "What are you wearing?"

Shruthi felt a shiver run down her spine. She glanced down at her simple, form-fitting dress, her breasts straining against the fabric. "Just my work clothes," she lied, her voice low and seductive.

"Take them off," he instructed, the command in his tone leaving no room for argument. She could almost feel his eyes on her, even though he was miles away. With trembling hands, she began to unbutton her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of fabric. She stepped out of it, feeling the cool air kiss her skin. The house's silence seemed to thicken around her, charged with anticipation.

Her bare feet padded softly on the cold marble as she made her way to the doctor's room, her heart beating a wild tattoo in her chest. The door was slightly ajar, and she pushed it open with a quiet creak that seemed to echo through the corridor. Inside, the scent of his cologne lingered faintly in the air. It was a scent she had grown to associate with power and desire, a potent cocktail that made her knees weak.

Abdul's voice grew more urgent in her ear. "Where are you?"

"In the doctor's room," she replied, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of the large, unmade bed. The plush comforter was tossed aside, revealing the crisp, white sheets that she had so meticulously ironed earlier that morning. She reached out, her hand brushing against the cool fabric. The room was dimly lit by the late afternoon sun that filtered through the blinds, casting a golden glow across the space.

"I want you to lie on it," Abdul said, his voice thick with want. "Imagine it's me you're touching."

Shruthi took a deep breath and approached the bed, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She lay down on her back, her palms flat against the soft mattress, and began to unhook her bra. The coolness of the sheets against her bare skin made her shiver. With a gentle tug, the garment slid off, exposing her full breasts to the warmth of the room. The bra joined her dress on the floor.

"Mm, that's it," Abdul murmured in her ear. His voice was a balm to her nerves, guiding her through this illicit act. She could hear his breathing quicken, a mirror of her own excitement. "Now, tell me how it feels."

Shruthi closed her eyes, her skin tingling as she described the sensation of the sheets against her skin. "It's soft," she whispered, her voice hushed. "Softer than I thought."

"Now, touch yourself," Abdul urged, his words a hot whisper through the phone. She obeyed, her hand sliding down her body, her fingertips tracing the curves of her waist before settling on the warm mound between her legs. She gasped as she felt the wetness, the evidence of her arousal.

The doctor's room felt like a secret sanctuary, a place where she could indulge in her deepest desires without fear of judgment. Her other hand reached up to fondle her breast, her nipple hardening beneath her touch. The fabric of her panties grew damp as she grew more daring, her fingertips teasing the sensitive skin beneath.

"Oh, baby," Abdul groaned, the sound sending a bolt of electricity straight to her core. "You're so wet for me."

Shruthi's hand grew bolder, sliding into her panties. The fabric was slick with her arousal, and she stifled a moan as she touched herself. Her body responded immediately, her hips lifting off the bed in silent invitation.

"I'm on my way," Abdul said, his voice strained with restraint. "I need to see you."

Shruthi's eyes snapped open, her breath catching in her throat. "What?"

"I said, I'm coming over," Abdul clarified, his voice filled with urgency. "I can't wait any longer."

Shruthi's heart skipped a beat, a mix of excitement and nerves. "But the house—it's not ours. What if someone comes back?"

"They won't," Abdul assured her, the confidence in his voice unwavering. "I checked. Trust me, baby."

Shruthi bit her lip, her hand still resting on the damp fabric of her panties. The thought of being caught sent a thrill through her, but she knew it was a risk they couldn't afford. Yet the desire was too strong to resist. She nodded, not that he could see it, and whispered, "Okay, but be quick."

The line went silent for a moment, and then she heard the sound of a door opening and closing, the engine of his car starting up. Her heart raced as she imagined him driving over, the anticipation building with each passing second. She lay there, her hand still between her legs, her breathing ragged as she waited.

The sound of gravel crunching under tires pulled her out of her thoughts. She sat up quickly, smoothing her hair and straightening the bed, her heart hammering like a drum in her chest. She didn't have much time. She hastily pulled her dress back over her head, not bothering to button it up all the way, and slipped her bra back on. The house remained quiet, save for the distant hum of a refrigerator and the occasional tick of a clock.

The front door opened with a soft click, and she heard the sound of his footsteps, heavy and purposeful, growing closer. Shruthi felt a shiver of excitement and fear, a potent mix that sent a delicious thrill through her body. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, but it was no use. Her skin was flushed, her breathing shallow.

Abdul appeared in the doorway, his tall frame blocking out the light from the hallway. He took in the sight of her, her dress half-on, and a wolfish grin spread across his face. "I told you to be ready for me," he said, his voice low and filled with lust.

Shruthi's knees went weak as he closed the distance between them, his hands reaching for the fabric that barely contained her curves. He yanked the dress down, exposing her to the room's soft glow. Her breasts bounced free, her nipples hard and pebbled with desire. She reached for him, her hands finding the firmness of his chest, his skin warm and familiar under her fingertips.

He kissed her, hard and demanding, his tongue plunging into her mouth as if to claim her very soul. The taste of him was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive. Her own need grew with each passing moment, her body aching for more. They tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and passion, the mattress groaning under their weight.

Abdul's hands were everywhere, exploring her curves, his rough touch setting her skin on fire. He pushed her onto her stomach, his warm breath tickling her neck as he kissed and nibbled along her spine. Shruthi arched her back, her breasts pressing into the soft pillows, a silent plea for more. He took the hint, his palms cupping her ample flesh, squeezing and kneading until she was moaning into the fabric.

He hooked his thumbs into her panties, sliding them down her legs and tossing them aside. His calloused hands trailed over her bare skin, the contrast making her quiver. Shruthi felt his erection pressing against her thigh, and she spread her legs wider, inviting him in. He took his time, tracing the outline of her pussy with his fingers before finally sliding inside her. She was so wet, so ready for him.

Her moans grew louder as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, drawing out every ounce of pleasure. The bed rocked beneath them, a silent testament to their passion. The room grew hot, the scent of their desire mingling with the lingering cologne. Shruthi could feel the tension coiling in her belly, tightening with every stroke.

"Harder," she panted, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Fuck me harder, Abdul."

Her words spurred him on, his hips pounding into hers with a ferocity that made the headboard smack rhythmically against the wall. The sound filled the room, a symphony of desire and need. Shruthi's moans grew louder, matching the tempo of his thrusts. She could feel the pressure building, a storm of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

Abdul's hand reached around, his thumb finding her clit, and he began to rub it in tight, fast circles. Shruthi's back arched, her body straining for release. The world around her narrowed to this one point of exquisite agony and ecstasy. She felt his hand tighten in her hair, pulling her head back, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he whispered, "You're mine."

The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she nodded, the only answer she could manage through her gasps. Her orgasm washed over her in waves, each one more intense than the last. She could feel the wetness of his desire spreading inside her, mixing with her own, a carnally delicious mess of passion.

As she rode the peak of her climax, Abdul's pace grew erratic, his breathing ragged and uneven. He groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he pushed deeper, his body shuddering with his own release. Shruthi felt him fill her, the warmth of his seed claiming her in the most primal way possible.

They lay there, entwined in a sticky mess of sweat and lust, their hearts beating in a frantic symphony. The silence of the house seemed to press in around them, a stark contrast to the chaos of their passion. Shruthi turned her head to the side, her cheek pressing against the cool pillow, and watched him, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes met hers, dark with satisfaction and something else she couldn't quite place.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his voice hoarse. He leaned in to kiss her again, a soft peck that sent a shiver down her spine. Shruthi couldn't help the smile that played on her lips, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

They lay there for a moment longer, their bodies still joined, until the sound of a car door slammed shut in the distance. Shruthi's eyes widened in panic, and she pushed Abdul off her, her heart racing. "What if they come back early?" she hissed, scrambling to her feet.

Abdul chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Don't worry," he said, his voice low and soothing. "They don't come early. Let's play one more round."

Shruthi's heart was racing, but the thrill of their secret rendezvous made her blood sing. She nodded, a silent agreement that sent a shiver down her spine. He leaned back onto his elbows, watching her as she bent over to pick up her dress. The fabric whispered against her skin, a sweet sound that made his cock twitch with renewed interest.

With trembling hands, she stepped into her dress, pulling it over her hips and buttoning it with shaky fingers. She knew they didn't have much time, but the thrill of almost being caught only served to heighten her desire. "Where should we go?" she murmured, her voice low and urgent.

Abdul's eyes raked over her, a predatory glint in his gaze. "The shower," he decided, his voice thick with want. "Quick, before they get here."

Shruthi nodded, her heart racing as she led the way to the en suite bathroom. The tiles were cool under her bare feet, the starkness of the white marble a stark contrast to the passion that had just unfolded in the bedroom. The sound of the shower being turned on filled the room, the spray echoing off the walls. She stepped under the water, the cold liquid cascading over her body, washing away the sweat and the guilt.

Abdul followed closely behind, his eyes never leaving hers. The sight of his erection made her mouth water, the anticipation of his touch almost unbearable. She reached for the soap, her eyes never leaving his as she lathered her hands. He stepped into the shower with her, the water beating down on his broad shoulders, his muscles rippling with every movement.

Shruthi reached out, her soapy hands sliding over his chest, down his stomach, and finally wrapping around his thick shaft. He groaned, his hips bucking at the contact. She stroked him gently, her touch feather-light, teasing him until he was on the edge. The sound of the water muffled their panted breaths, creating an intimate bubble around them.

Abdul's hand found her again, his fingers delving between her legs, finding her slick and ready. He pushed her back against the cool tiles, the water cascading down their bodies. He kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth as he slid into her, the suddenness of it making her gasp. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his skin as he began to move.

The water rushed around them, a cocoon of steam and passion that made Shruthi's head spin. His thrusts grew faster, more erratic, and she could feel the tension building in her core. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the shower walls as he filled her completely. Her breath hitched in her throat, her orgasm approaching like a runaway train.

Abdul's grip on her hips tightened, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed her closer to the edge. He watched her face, the way her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth fell open, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. His own pleasure grew with hers, his strokes becoming more urgent, more demanding.

Shruthi felt it building, the pressure growing until she couldn't hold back anymore. With a guttural cry, she came, her body spasming around him as she squirted. The water rushed over her, mixing with their combined releases, the sensation so intense she saw stars. She threw her head back, his name a prayer on her lips, her nails digging into his skin.

Abdul's own climax followed, his hips bucking erratically as he emptied himself into her. He groaned, the sound echoing in the small space, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. Shruthi felt him swell inside her, the sensation pushing her over the edge into another wave of pleasure.

The water continued to rain down on them, mingling with their gasps and the sweet smell of sex that hung heavy in the air. Shruthi's legs began to tremble, and Abdul chuckled, his arms tightening around her waist as he held her up. He kissed her neck, nibbling gently on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

"You're so beautiful when you come," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble against her skin. Shruthi blushed, the warmth of his words spreading through her like a warm blanket. She leaned into him, her body boneless and satisfied. The water washed away their sweat, the soap suds swirling around them like a symbol of their shared pleasure.

But the thought of the doctor's family returning was never far from her mind. With a sudden jolt of reality, she pushed him gently. "We have to stop, Abdul. What if someone comes back?"

He chuckled, his eyes glinting with the thrill of the forbidden. "Let's play third round" he whispered, taking her hand and leading her out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around her, the fabric clinging to her wet skin as he led her through the house, his own excitement palpable.

The storeroom was a place she had never been, a small, windowless chamber that smelled faintly of dust and disuse. The doctor kept old medical supplies and forgotten knickknacks there, but now it was to be their secret playground. Abdul closed the door behind them, the sound of the lock clicking into place sending a fresh wave of nerves and anticipation through her.

He leaned against the wall, his eyes raking over her damp, towel-clad form. "Take it off," he said, his voice a low growl. Shruthi's heart raced as she complied, letting the towel fall to the floor. The coolness of the room made her nipples tighten, and she watched with fascination as Abdul's gaze followed the path of the fabric.

The storeroom was dimly lit, a single bulb hanging from the ceiling casting harsh shadows across the cluttered space. It was a stark contrast to the opulent bedroom they had just left, but the starkness of it only served to heighten her arousal. The knowledge that they could be discovered at any moment added a thrill she had never before experienced.

Abdul stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. His hand reached out, tracing the line of her jaw, and then down her neck, over her shoulder, and down her arm. He took her hand in his and led her to a large, dusty chair that had been shoved into the corner. It creaked under her weight as she sat down, her legs spread wide, the coldness of the floor sending a shiver up her spine.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, his gaze never leaving her face. "I've been thinking about this all day," he murmured, his breath warm on her skin. Shruthi's heart pounded in her chest, her anticipation building with every second that ticked by. His hands found her thighs, pushing them apart gently.

The tip of his tongue darted out, tracing the seam of her sex. Shruthi gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound. The sensation was exquisite, his roughness against her softness. He licked her slowly, savoring her taste, his hands holding her in place as she squirmed with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, the only light in the room the flickering bulb above, casting shadows that danced across his face.

The chair creaked as she leaned back, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He took his time, teasing her mercilessly, until she was begging for more. "Please, Abdul," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her sensitive skin. His tongue swirled around her clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

Her hips rocked against his mouth, the pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her toes curling with every flick of his tongue. And then he stopped, pulling away with a wicked grin. Shruthi's eyes snapped open, a whine of protest escaping her lips. "Don't tease me," she begged, her voice trembling.

Abdul stood, his cock standing tall and proud, glistening with her juices. "You want more?" he asked, his voice a dark promise.

"Yes," Shruthi moaned, her eyes never leaving his. "Your cock is perfect for me."

Abdul's smile grew wider, his eyes dark with lust. He stepped closer, positioning himself at the edge of the chair. With a gentle push, he slid her further down until she was on her back, her legs hanging over the armrests. The coldness of the chair sent a jolt through her body, making her nipples peak even more.

He climbed onto the chair, his weight causing it to groan and wobble. Shruthi's eyes widened with a mix of excitement and fear, but she didn't dare speak. The anticipation was too intense, the thrill of the moment too potent. He took his cock in his hand, stroking it gently before aligning it with her opening. He pushed in, inch by inch, filling her completely. The chair squeaked in protest, the sound adding to the symphony of their passion.

Her eyes rolled back as he began to move, his hips grinding against her, the chair creaking with each thrust. She could feel her orgasm building, a pressure that grew with every movement. Her nails dug into the armrests, leaving little half-moons in the worn leather. The room was filled with the sound of their muffled gasps, their breaths coming in ragged pants.

The dusty shelves around them seemed to loom closer, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of antiseptic. Shruthi's breasts bounced with every movement, her nipples hard and sensitive. She reached up to tweak them, the added sensation making her moan.

"Keep going," she panted, her voice a desperate plea.

Abdul's eyes flashed with hunger, and he picked up his pace, driving into her with an urgency that matched the racing of her heart. The chair protested louder, its ancient frame groaning under the weight of their passion. Shruthi's eyes darted around the room, the dusty shelves and forgotten supplies a blur of shadows that danced with each of his thrusts. She could feel the coldness of the floor seeping into her back, a stark contrast to the heat building between her thighs.

Her hand dropped from her breasts to her clit, her thumb circling the sensitive nub in time with his strokes. Her breaths grew more erratic, her body tightening around him as she chased her climax. The chair squeaked in time with their movements, a rhythm that grew faster, more intense. The room was alive with their sounds, a symphony of need that echoed off the bare walls.

Shruthi could feel the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that washed over her in waves. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut, as the chair beneath them protested loudly. She was so close, so very close. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please, don't stop."

Abdul's eyes darkened with passion, and he leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fiery kiss. His hips moved faster, the chair groaning in time with their rhythm. She felt the head of his circumcised cock rub against her g-spot, sending shockwaves through her body. "Your circumsised cock is so big," she gasped against his lips, the words slipping out in the heat of the moment.

He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "You like it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice filled with smug satisfaction.

"Yes," Shruthi breathed, her eyes fluttering shut. "So much."

Abdul's movements grew more urgent, his hands tightening on her thighs as he pushed himself deeper. The chair groaned ominously beneath them, but the thought of it breaking was the last thing on their minds. The room was alive with the sounds of their lovemaking, the chair's protests only adding to the thrill.

Shruthi felt her climax approaching, the pressure in her core tightening like a coiled spring. She could feel her muscles quivering, her toes curling with the effort to hold on. With one final, deep thrust, Abdul hit that perfect spot inside her, and she shattered, her body arching off the chair as she came.

Her orgasm ripped through her like a tornado, leaving her gasping for air and clutching at the armrests. The chair protested loudly, one of the legs giving way with a splintering crack. They barely noticed, lost in the maelstrom of pleasure that consumed them.

Abdul pulled out, his cock still hard, and helped Shruthi to her feet. They both looked around, the reality of the situation setting in. The chair lay in pieces, a testament to their passionate encounter. They couldn't help but laugh, the tension in the air dissipating like steam from a kettle.

They quickly dressed, Shruthi smoothing her dress and running a hand through her damp hair, while Abdul pulled on his jeans and shirt, his erection slowly subsiding. They shared a knowing glance, a silent promise that this wouldn't be the last of their secret trysts in the doctor's house.

They stepped out of the storeroom, the cold air of the hallway a stark contrast to the warmth of their recent passion. Shruthi's heart hammered in her chest as they made their way back to the bedroom, trying to compose themselves. The house remained eerily silent, the only sound their muffled footsteps on the plush carpet.

Once inside the room, they both began to dress quickly, their movements efficient yet laden with the intimacy of shared desire. Shruthi slid her panties back on, feeling the warm wetness between her thighs, a constant reminder of their encounter. She watched Abdul pull his shirt over his head, his muscles flexing with each movement. She couldn't help but admire the way his body looked, the way the fabric clung to his damp skin.

When they were both dressed, they took a moment to kiss, the passion of their earlier escapade still lingering in the air. It was a kiss that spoke of love and lust, a promise of more to come. His hands found her hips, pulling her close, his cock already showing signs of life. But Shruthi knew they had to be careful. She stepped back, her cheeks flushed, and smoothed down her dress.

Abdul said what about 4 the round 

"We can't," she murmured, her voice filled with regret. "They'll be back soon."

Abdul nodded, reluctance etched on his face as he took a step back, his hands dropping from her waist. Shruthi watched him tuck in his shirt, the fabric stretching over his broad chest. She couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, wishing they had more time together. They had always been so careful, so meticulous about their rendezvous, but the excitement of today had thrown caution to the wind.

They shared one last, lingering kiss, their tongues dancing together, tasting the salt of their desire. It was a kiss that spoke of urgency, of the time they had almost been caught, and the desperation that came from knowing their moments together were numbered. Their breaths melded, a warm mist that seemed to hang in the cool air of the room.

Shruthi's eyes searched his, a silent question lingering in their depths. Would this be the last time? Would they find themselves in this situation again? The thought was both thrilling and terrifying. But for now, all she knew was that she wanted more of him, more of his touch, more of his love.

With a final, lingering kiss, they broke apart, their breaths mingling in the air between them. They both knew the risks they were taking, but the allure of their secret affair was too potent to resist. They finished dressing in a flurry of movement, trying to ignore the way their bodies still hummed with the aftermath of their passion

To be continued...