had just completed my graduation from university and was at home for about 3 months before my post graduation began.

The cook Chaya used to come in the evenings to cook dinner at our place. At first, I did not pay much attention to her as I used to be busy with my projects and course work in the evenings. However, the beginning few weeks I was home, I had time to occupy myself for the day but evenings were the downtime and I didn’t have much to do.

So, one fine day, I was alone and the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood Chaya. This time, my mind clicked to something it hadn’t before.

I noticed her shade of skin, her slightly curvy figure, live vibrant eyes, firm breasts with a bit of cleavage visible at the beginning of her dress-line. All of this had taken me aback for a moment and I kept staring at the sexy cook.

Chaya didn’t seem to mind all of this and just walked in and continued to do her chores. From there on, I made a point to open the door when she came and be close to the kitchen area whenever she was there.

Soon we began talking and developed a rapport. She used to share things about her life and me about mine. In a matter of a month, we became quite a kind of friends. She still hadn’t gauged my intention behind our conversations.

One fine day, my curvy cook came at her usual time and was looking better and hotter than usual. I couldn’t control myself and couldn’t tell her that either with the bulge in my pants. So I went to my room and started jerking off to my imagination.

That point, she walked in the opposite hall to get some utensils and saw me masturbating! She calmly took her utensils and walked to the kitchen and continued her work. I was scared of the incident and its consequences. So I didn’t stay in the house for a couple of weeks after that when she was there.

One evening, I asked her to make me some tea. Usually, I would take it from the kitchen itself after she had made it. But to my surprise, she bought the tea to my room this time and started talking to me.

We spoke some random topics. But something had changed on her part and I noticed it. But I couldn’t put a finger on it. I stopped with the avoidance and resumed our routine of talks.

I began to realize what was different – it was her dressing sense. Chaya had become a bit more bold and started to wear those sort of clothes which showed off her bra colour and toned belly and legs. And she wore those only when she knew that I would be alone at home.

It was where things began to change. I got a summer job and was gonna make quite a bit of money. So I started working standard job hours from 8-4 and set into a routine.