Losing my Virginity to my maid
I chose my first sexual memoir to be about me losing my virginity to my Indonesian House-Maid. The story takes places in Kuwait in 2007. Marrissa, an indonesian house-maid that used to work for my f****y was always the naughtiest of the housemaids, as she was more forward and wasn't afraid to ask questions or speak her mind.
She looked pale with the typical indonesian woman nose feature and cheeks. Her cheeks were high up and made her smile look better. She had shoulder length black hair and looked around 30s. ( found out later she was 38 or 42, I forgot) While other maids where quiet and didn't utter much.
When we first arrived in Kuwait and started to work, she had this unique look about her that you know she wants to joke with you. It comes off as either teasing or just being bold. At first, I didn't think it was teasing as I never saw a maids working as a beautiful woman only working a harsh lifestyle.
I began to ask her about her life in Indonesia, and how she feels about Kuwait. She said 'Kuwaiti f****y not good, always talking bad to you and say do this do that. No rest, I am human and I get tired. ' I can sense she had alot of ranting to do as I do understand and sympathize with her.
Most families are pretty demanding of these women and have no sympathy for state of exhuastion as most of these maids walk up from 6 or 7am to clean the cars and get the k**s ready for the school and make breakfast, working non-stop till late night at 10 or 11pm to make dinner for the f****y. After she continued to rant about some members of my f****y, I came up behind her as she was facing the tv and I started to slowly massaging her back.
I told her 'Look, you have many knots in your back and you need to relax. Nobody is home, so you don't have to worry and relax. ' I told her not worry since most maids are scared to have an intimate relationship in the house, as some cases, it lead to their expulsion from the country or worse being beaten and then thrown out.
She turned around and looked at me in not the same look as before. Something about the look just let me know that she saw me in a non platonic way. With the experience I had today with girls body language, I know it was the time to kiss her, but I was just a young teenage boy who was just being sweet.
Soon, it became December and during my finals for the semester, I was focusing on my studies. I had one exam left and we had a small f****y gathering. I didn't want to socialise all that much (During my teenage years, I felt the most undeserving hate towards my f****y, as I thought I knew everything and was a wise-ass but that changed few years down the line).
I came to the kitchen and saw marrissa chilling by herself making the tea and coffee as I go past her and reach up for a plate to have some food. As I reach up, Marrissa turns around and gives me a nice cup on my right buttocks with a nice grab and pinch. I almost dropped the plate from how surprised I was.
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