Too early to tell

I listened to Riya first go to her room and then, within minutes, the squeak of the hot water knob turning in the shower. I had to resist the urge to barge in on her and help her scrub her slender body all over. Judging by what I was able to accomplish already just tonight, I very much doubt that it will take long before I will be doing exactly that.

In fact, the shower could easily be used as another tool of control. Should a servant be allowed to use hot water, or even wash in the shower at all? Down in the basement laundry room I had a good-sized stainless-steel sink and a drain in the floor. I wonder what kind of facilities the servant's quarters in her family's mansion had. After having seen her undressed already, it was not difficult to picture her kneeling naked on the floor and scrubbing her small tits with cold soapy rag.

In the meantime though, I scan the internet for spy cams. It is surprisingly easy and affordable and for less than you might think I had a couple of these nanny cams on their way to my house. The whole thing took less than 10 minutes, and once again I hear the squeaky knob that signals the end of her shower. I may not have the nerve to barge in on the pretty dark-haired woman, but I certainly intend to catch her as she moves from the shower back to her room.

I get upstairs in plenty of time to intercept her and pretend to be just coming out of my room when the bathroom door opens. Her dark skin is glistening with water that covers her body in a fine mist.

The panicked look on her face indicates that I am able to catch her by surprise. The oversized towel that covers her has all sorts of mathematical equations printed on it; a good reminder of just how nerdy this pretty Indian exchange student is.

“Oh, Mr. Patterson, you startled me!” Her hands move nervously to fold that holds the towel together just above her small breasts, clearly as aware as I am at how little there actually is covering her.

“About time.” I grumble, even though this is exactly what I was hoping to see when Riya stepped out of the bathroom. “I almost gave up and limped downstairs.”

“Oh.” Riya's indignation turns quickly to an apology. “I'm so sorry, Sir.” That's better. While she's feeling contrite, I decide to plant a seed that hopefully will bear fruit before too long.

“Well, my dear; no harm done this time, but I might not always be able to wait.” Before she can say anything, I push past where she is standing and close the bathroom door in her face. I did warn her that I was a grumpy old man, no point pretending anything different. As I pee, I smile in satisfaction at how well this first day went.