Her back was towards me; for the first time, I got an opportunity to look at her completely from behind without stealing a glance. Her hour glass figu...e was quite visible from her drenched clothes. Her buttocks were well rounded and it was protruding towards me. I could see the contours of her panty and bra; I went upto her and hugged her from behind. I expected some resistance from her; instead, much to my surprise, she melted in my arms. I slowly cast aside her wet locks and planted a kiss on. I swept my eyes over the sight, appreciating her body for the work of art it was, before lowering my head to her, licking slowly up her labia as though she were a soft-serve ice cream. Reaching her apex, I darted about with my tongue, flickering it across her sensitive clitoris. She gasped, and husked "Oh, honey, we can't do this..." But even as I pulled away, her hips bucked, belying her words. Again, I knew, I would have to move slowly, carefully, make her comfortable with herself and this. When she returned, she was carrying a blanket, and two pillows. Setting the items in the long seat across the aisle, she slides into the seat next to me, raising the armrest that separated the two seats as she did. She took my right hand and placed it on her now naked thigh. As she did this, she put both feet on the seat in front of us, spreading her legs. The hem of her skirt barely hid her pussy. My hand started lightly caressing her thigh, getting closer and closer to her pussy. Her ass. Then as she was mopping the floor next to the bed, bent low I caught her saree and pulled her closer.She was still squatting down as maids do trying to mop the floor – I found the opening in between her legs and grabbed her thighs. She trembled and let a small gasp – she said “what are you doing? Your mother is downstairs, let me finish my work or else she will call me”. I did not listen to what she had to say I started pressing her thighs really hard. She was not as dark as other maids – she.