[F4M] Mornings with the NRI maid
You woke to the warm sunshine on your face. The curtains were open. It was a sunday morning. You slipped out of bed but the warmth of the smell of butter and cinnamon immediately invited you over to the kitchen, rather than the bathroom where you normally made your first pit stop of the day.
You turned the corner into the kitchen of your flat in southern Chennai, and paused. There she was. Your new maid. A vision of domestic beauty in her pale green saree, a sliver of her honey-brown back peeking through. You had to pull your eyes away from her hip folds that were tempting a pinch from you already but your eyes were instead drawn to her upper back, partially obscured from view by her braid. You can already imagine yourself brushing the braid aside to place soft kisses all over her back, holding her against you while she giggles and squirms, insisting that you release her while her pallu slips and pools into the crook of her elbow.
She notices your footsteps and looks over her shoulder. "Morningg~" her soft lilted voice cuts through the sizzling of her pan.
"Breakfast will be ready in like... 10 minutes? Ish?" she estimates, scrunching up her nose in that cute way that she does. Her voice had that distinct western accent that you were still getting used to. She often spoke really quickly and did not understand a lick of hindi. You weren't quite sure why she had applied for the job. She was college educated at a top university overseas and very intelligent. She could have probably gotten a high paying job at an MNC. At yet, here she was. In your kitchen. As your maid. Tempting your cock.
In fact, she wasn't even a woman. The records from the maid agency reported that the siren in front you was in fact, actually a man. It was hard to believe that there was even an ounce of masculinity inside her. You wonder how long it would take before you could verify for yourself...