And that worked for two months., but two weeks ago I got a phone call. ‘Hey its me, I need to go over some things with you. When is a good time to m...et?’ she didn’t sound upset or like she was bored with what she had and wanted me back. I figured it was just going to be a nit picky affair. ‘Well I get off between 6 and 7, so sometime between 7 and 8 I’ll be home,’ I told her being brutally honest. I said I get off between 6 and 7, but what it sounded like as ‘since you left I have to work 12. First of all thanks of commenting on my previous story “Love That Started from Terrace and Ended up in Room (https://www.indiansexstories2.net/couple/love-started-terrace-ended-room/)”. I would like to narrate you the story of my maid her name is Sangeeta. I had hired her when I was in 2nd year engineering. She was in her mid-thirties, slim, bit dark in complexion. In the starting 2 months we hardly spoke with each other, we used to have regular talks if necessary but later as the days went on. "Oh be quiet," I scolded, "Twas not my idea!" I protested again and I found a freshly laundered shirt which I handed her.It was late, I needed to sleep, so I undressed, put on my night shirt and climbed abed with her, and she slapped me with the palm of her dainty hand.I held her by the arms to still her, no more, but her warmth enticed me, her anger and her passion inflamed me and it was such a short step from holding her arms to holding her down with my body and then my knee slipped between. "What was the phone call about then?" Ardy had called to whisper that she missed me and wanted to know if we could leave to go back to school the next day."She wanted to remind me of something. That's all." You've got it bad, little brother." Can we drop this?" I had forgotten what a persistent pest she could be."Tell me. Tell me everything or I'll stand up just when grandmother complains that the stuffing is too spicy and I'll say, 'Jimmy has some spice he wants to tell us about.'"I tackled.