Some gentleness

“You did very well Miss Kapadia.” I tell her as she slowly recovers. She is still clinging to the countertop to keep from collapsing, and I notice a bottle of sunscreen sitting in its usual spot by the door. My doctor recommended I use it now that I'm spending more time outside, but the coconut scented cream must be over a year old. When I turn back to where Riya is sprawled across the counter I feel a momentary twinge of guilt. I am back by her side before she even realizes that I stepped away and squirt a big dollop of the cream into my palm. “This will help ease the sting, Riya.”

She jumps when she feels my hands cup her, but when my free hand settles on her back she collapses back down on the counter with a soft tremor. I can feel the heat radiating from her skin like she has a bad sunburn, the cause is not the same, but I hope the cool soothing lotion feels just as good. Speaking of feeling good, Riya's ass feels amazing. Some girls have skinny butts because there's just not much there, but Riya's glutes are well defined. She may be a self-professed bookworm, but clearly, she does some kind of exercise.

In fact, now that I see her bent over like this, I have to reevaluate my initial impression of her body. Riya's hips, while still slender, curve nicely from her thinner waist and even her small breasts bubble out from where they a pressed against the smooth marble of the counter. With her long legs, lean build and exotic coloring she could be a high fashion model if she just had the confidence to strut down the runway.

As I rub her, I notice a couple changes. The first most obvious one is that she is no longer trying to get away, in fact she is relaxing much like Fran used to when I gave her massages. The second change is the way she is responding to when my fingers approach the gap between her legs; at first her thighs would clench together tightly, but by the second minute of this sensual rubbing they barely twitch even when I run my fingers up and down the crack between her cheeks. As an experiment I let my fingers drop even lower, so I am rubbing the soft flesh just on the edge of her inner thigh I hear a slight gasp of surprise, but if anything, her legs open even wider giving access to her most private parts.

If I had been one of the boys in her high school, I would have definitely pushed to see how far I could go, but sixty plus years of experience has to be good for something and after that initial test I continue to rub her softly in the area where my belt landed most often. By the time I decide to call it quits though, I see a bright trickle of fluid dribbling down her inner thigh, and I can smell the scent of arousal filling the kitchen that had only an hour ago reeked of burnt chicken.

“There now, Miss Kapadia.” I stop rubbing her ass as abruptly as I started, “I bet that feels better.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Riya's accented voice is husky and low, “I'm sorry I lied to you.” I'm not at all sorry I caught Riya in a lie, in fact I plan on doing my best to catch my new maid messing up as often as possible.

“We'll have to see if this arrangement is going to work, Miss Kapadia.” I tell Riya sternly, “I want you to consider what changes you'll have to make to do better tomorrow.”