There was now no doubt in her mind that this was her lover. He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. She moaned and began to feel wetness pool bet...een her legs. Then the sensation of her lover left her. She thought her imagination was just playing cruel tricks in the second before she again felt his hand on her arm rolling her onto her back. The covers that cocooned her had somehow been loosened and were now being pushed down to the bottom of the bed. She felt a hand on the bed near her. I was a bit surprised as to what is she looking at, hence I quickly wrapped up without showing that I had seen her peeping and moved to the bedroom and peeked through my window. By the time I could see, she was on her way back to the exit downstairs. I quickly got dressed and left for work.This continued for a few days, the lady would come every day in the morning on some pretext of collecting clothes or drying them and used to watch me take shower. I started noticing her as well. To describe. Young, firm legs curved with soft muscles tapered upwards towards the globes of her bare ass, the petals of her sex beginning to blossom between her wide-forked thighs as she stood spread-eagled on the wooden planking, her toes pressing against the dusty wood for support to relieve the strain on her shoulders as her arms bore a majority of her own bodyweight. Her lean, flat tummy, braced by the cold metal bar across her hips, stretched upwards across her naked torso, her two soft mounds pulled. ” I said in a quiet voice.“What’s that?” she asked with a confused look on her face.“It’s when you touch yourself down there and it feels really good” I answered. “Really? I don’t know how.” She said. It’s like she was asking for it.“Want me to teach you?” I asked begging for her to say yes.“I guess so. Doesn’t it hurt? What do I do?”“It doesn’t hurt at all. It just feels amazing. Trust me. How about you watch me do it and then you can copy what I do.”“Um…ok.”With that I started again but this.