Echoes of Anu – Part 5 (Healing Horizons)

Hello, Everyone; this is Anu Shain, 30 years old (34D and 5’6 tall) from a Marathi and Telugu background, living abroad for a decade now. I want to share another story with ISS readers.

This story happened a couple of days after my previous story, Echoes of Anu – Part 4 (Giving Grace); this story happened in the year 2012. One day, while I was struggling with a long-distance relationship with Arjun and a growing crush on Vishnu, I sought a new kink from Geet, our maid. I discovered my dad’s sexual desires and Geet’s tongue talent. Her help brought unexpected lust and taught me new kinks.

Continued..!

The laptop hummed softly, its glow casting a faint light across the plush couch. My books were scattered like breadcrumbs of effort, a desperate attempt to complete my assignment. I paused, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, and glanced at my phone for what felt like the millionth time. No reply from Arjun.

“Of course,” I muttered, tossing the phone aside. The urge to procrastinate won again. I opened Facebook in another tab, typing Vishnu; his smiling face from the workshop he attended last weekend stared back at me. Confident. Carefree. Everything I wasn’t.

The soft murmur of voices drifted in from my dad’s office, pulling my attention from the screen. Geet’s calm, soothing tone was unmistakable. I imagined her jerking dad’s dick; my dad, always on edge with business, probably looked less tense after Geet’s sessions.

I shook the thought away. Their sex didn’t matter right now. I adjusted my laptop and returned to my assignment. The clock was ticking, and I had barely made a dent. My professor would shred me alive if I didn’t finish this case study.

My fingers danced across the keyboard, but my focus wavered. Why did Arjun ignore me like I wasn’t even worth his time? Am I not good enough for him? The cursor blinked, mocking me as I stared blankly at my half-written paragraph. Clarity. That’s what I needed; not just in this assignment but in everything.

My relationship with Arjun felt like a puzzle with missing pieces, scattered and unsolvable. I sighed, sinking deeper into the couch and squeezing my boobs firmly. Long-distance wasn’t supposed to feel this…lonely. I didn’t even know how to ask anymore.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Geet walk past from Dad’s office, her quiet presence steady as ever, arranging her dress and hair. She’d always had a way of easing from my dad’s office; Maybe she could help me with my loneliness. But would it be too weird to ask her directly?

I heard the sound of my dad’s car pulling out of the driveway, his usual hurried departure to the factory. Another day, another deal.

With a sigh, I shut my laptop and trudged to my room, feeling the weight of questions I couldn’t answer. I flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling momentarily before yelling, “Geet! Can you come here for a second?”

Footsteps approached, soft and measured. She appeared at the doorway, her simple dupatta neat and her hands lightly dusted with flour from the kitchen.

Geet: “What is it, Anu didi? Do you need something?”

I hesitated, sitting up. “Yeah… actually, I wanted to talk.”
She stepped in, her expression curious but patient. Geet sat at the edge of the bed, folding her hands in her lap. I shifted, tucking my legs under me, trying to sound casual.

Me: “How’s Dad’s sexual desires these days?” I asked, glancing at her. Geet froze, her eyes widening just a fraction before she caught herself.

Geet: “Why are you asking me? How can I know? He’s fine… just normal, as always.”

I noticed the hesitation in her tone, the slight flicker of something in her gaze. It wasn’t like her to be so guarded.
“Really?” I pressed, tilting my head. “He’s always asking you to come to his office when my mom is not around. Doesn’t he ever slow down at the dinner table, I noticed he grabbed your ass at last night’s dinner?”

Geet looked down, her fingers fidgeting. “He’s desire… a lot. More than you think, Anu didi.” Geet’s fingers traced the edge of her dupatta, her voice soft but steady.

Geet: “Your dad… he’s a nice man, but even nice men have limits. When I first came here, he seemed… lonely. Not just physically, but in his mind.”

I furrowed my brows, leaning closer. “Limits? What do you mean?” Geet gave a small smile.

Geet: “One day, he told me about his sexual desires. He said he couldn’t let it show, not to his wife, because she doesn’t like doing it. He has a reputation to keep and can’t bring another woman to this house. He asked me to help… with my hands, lips and tongue.”

I blinked, unsure of where this was going.

Geet: “I learned a few things in my village before I got married. He acknowledged my body and said I should use it on him once in a while. Since then, it’s helped him… more than he admits.”

I shifted on the bed, my mind racing. My dad’s vulnerability was horny enough for me to touch myself, but now a strange curiosity stirred within me. I sat straighter, fidgeting with the edge of my sleeve.

“Geet…” I started hesitantly, avoiding her gaze. “Can you… Show me what you do to him?” Geet’s eyes widened in surprise.

Geet: “Anu didi, I… I don’t know if that’s possible because you are not a Man.”

I gave a nervous laugh, trying to sound casual. “It’s not like I’m asking for much. I just want to understand… You know, what helps him so much.” Geet hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Geet: “But I’ve never done it for any woman. It’s… a little naughty stuff, you may not like it.”

I smiled softly, trying to put her at ease. “Then you can try on me. I can’t fuck you right?. Besides, I could use some tension relief too.” Geet looked at me, her expression caught between surprise and uncertainty, but slowly, she nodded, a little smile on her face.

Geet left the room, muttering something about the stove and curry. I sat there, a mix of nerves and curiosity bubbling inside my pants. Was this crossing a line? Maybe. But it was too late to back out now.

I undressed, naked comfortable, pulling my hair into a messy bun. As I lay on the bed, I decided this wasn’t just about my sexual pleasure; I needed to know how to satisfy my partner in bed with the most passion.

When Geet returned, she locked the door, and the room filled with the faint scent of jasmine flowers. She glanced at me with a soft smile; she removed her dupatta; her neckline was too deep, and her areola was visible.

Geet: “Relax, Anu didi. Just close your eyes.”

I nodded, lying back against the pillow, though my mind was far from relaxed. My nipples were already erect, not from nerves, but from anticipation. What could Geet possibly teach me at this moment?

Geet’s gentle touch broke through my thoughts as she placed her hands on my neck and slowly moved on my boobs. Her hands moved expertly, kneading the tension from my naked boobs. Her touch was firm yet soothing, and I could feel my nipples beginning to harden.

Me: “Geet,” I started, my voice tentative, “Can I ask you something?”

Geet: “Of course, Anu didi. What’s on your mind?”

I hesitated, her hands now working under my boobs in smooth, deliberate strokes. “You’ve been married, right? How do you handle… distance? Like, when your husband’s not around? How do you control your sexual desires?”

Geet’s movements slowed for a moment, then resumed with the same care.

Geet: “It’s not easy, Anu didi. My husband works abroad. Sometimes I don’t see him for months. At first, it felt unbearable; I couldn’t sleep, and I used to finger myself; I have tried bananas, carrots, and cucumber, too.”

I glanced at her, curious. “How do you manage that? Doesn’t it… Feel hurt?”

Geet smiled faintly, her fingers pressing gently into the muscles along my side hips.

Geet: “It does. But I remind myself why we’re in part; for a better life. And we made time for sex when he came here for a week every three to four months, even if it was short. Fuck is everything we do in that week.

Her words settled over me as her hands moved to my belly button, applying pressure to ease the tightness there.

Me: “I guess kinks are the hard part,” I murmured, thinking of Arjun. “What if you feel like… It’s slipping away, and you need to try new kinky?”

Geet paused, her voice soft. “Then you have to ask yourself, Anu didi, are you holding on because it’s horny, or because you’re afraid to let go?”

Geet’s hands pressed on my shaved pussy, her thumbs working in slow, circular motions. The pressure was firm but never painful, and I could feel the tension melting away with each pass in my pussy.

“Geet,” I said softly, my head resting to one side, “has my dad ever… made you feel uncomfortable? You know, with his sexual desires?”

Her hands paused for a beat, then moved to my inner thighs, kneading carefully along the edges of my legs.

Geet: “Never, Anu didi. Your dad is a good man. He’s always respectful.”

I turned my head slightly to glance at her. “You’re sure? I mean, it’s a bit unusual, isn’t it?”

Geet’s face softened as she kissed her legs along my thighs, gliding downward in firm, deliberate strokes.

Geet: “I understand why you might think that. But to me, he’s been like a secret boyfriend I never had. I got married when I was very young. Your dad… he fills that void in a way.”

She began focusing on my pussy lips, her fingers tracing my inner walls of pussy with precision, easing away the stiffness from holding too long.

Geet: “He listens to me, respects my body, and even encourages me. That kind of naughtiness… It’s rare, Anu didi”

Geet moved to my pussy, her thumbs pressing gently on my clit hood before gliding outward to the edges. Her fingers found the delicate web spaces between my pussy lips, working with such precision that it sent a wave of relief up my pussy.

“Geet,” I murmured, watching her as she worked, “how do you feel about… You know, helping me like this? Does it ever feel like… too much?” She smiled softly, her fingers now applying gentle pressure on my clit.

Geet: “Not at all, Anu didi, it gives me pleasure to see you at ease.”

Her words carried a sincerity that struck me. She pressed into my pussy, her thumbs moving in slow, deliberate circles.

Me: “I might reach orgasm if you keep doing it, how about you do other things my dad wants you to do?”

Geet: “Are you sure, Anu didi? What I do for your dad is more nought; it’s different.”

I nodded firmly, sitting up straighter. “I’m sure, Geet. I think I need it. And I trust you.”

She hesitated for a moment, then gave a small smile and gestured for me to turn toward the bed.

Geet: “Alright, sleep freely. Keep your butt relaxed.”

I followed her instructions, feeling an odd mix of anticipation and vulnerability. My boobs crushing in between the bed and me, my wet pussy already left some stains on the bedsheet; Geet sat behind me, placing her hands lightly on my ass cheeks.

Geet: “This will release tension from your pussy. Take deep breaths, and tell me if it feels too much.”

She spread my butt cheeks and Her fingers began to apply gentle but firm pressure at my asshole, moving in slow, deliberate circles. Each touch felt purposeful like she was unlocking something deeper within me.

I closed my eyes and bit my lips, letting out a soft breath. “This is… different,” I whispered.

Geet kissed my butt, and her tongue worked steadily, kissing and licking my butt cheeks and moving outward my asshole in gentle, rhythmic circles. The sensation was unfamiliar but oddly soothing. “How does it feel, Anu didi?” she asked softly, her tone reassuring.

I hesitated, unsure of how to describe it. “It’s… different,” I murmured. “But kinky. I think.”

She chuckled, her tongue gliding to my asshole, applying just enough pressure to ease the tension I didn’t even realize was there. “It’s normal to feel that way the first time I think, I just let my mind rest.”

Her movements were precise, working down to the base of my butt crack, her thumbs pressing into my dripped-wet pussy that made me exhale deeply. I couldn’t deny the relief washing over me, though a part of me felt strange, maybe vulnerable, maybe guilty for asking her to do this.

Geet’s fingers pressed into the sides of my pussy opening, her tongue firm yet gentle as she worked in slow, deliberate motions on my asshole. I found myself gripping my boobs tightly with my hands, a strange wave of lust swirling inside me.

The fluids seeped through my ass and dripped down to my pussy, a cool sensation running down to my pussy opening. I winced slightly as a drop trickled onto my inner thighs, but the relief that followed was undeniable.

Geet: “Relax, Anu didi,” Geet murmured, her voice soft and steady.

“I’m trying,” I whispered, though my mind was anything but calm. My boobs felt heavy with conflicting lust, horny, vulnerability, and even guilt for leaning on Geet like this.

As her tongue moved inside my asshole, she started to fuck me in my ass with her soft tongue, while rubbing my pussy with her thumb. I exhaled deeply, feeling a strange lightness of orgasm that I hadn’t experienced in weeks. “This feels… strange,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

As Geet’s tongue lifted from my asshole, I felt an odd weightlessness, as though something heavy had been taken from both my pussy and my ass.

Geet: “How do you feel, Anu didi?” Geet asked, her voice warm and kind.

I touched my pussy, slick with my squirt, and smiled faintly. “Lighter… clearer. Thank you, Geet. Really.”

I stood, heading to the bathroom for a quick orgasm. When I returned, Geet was tidying the bed, her expression content. I walked up to her, wrapping her in a spontaneous hug.

“Thank you for everything,” I whispered. Geet looked surprised but smiled, patting my back gently. “It’s my pleasure, Anu didi, That’s what I’m here for.”

I reached for my purse, pulling out a bundle of cash. “This is for you,” I said, handing it to her. “Not just for today but for… everything. For helping me see my kinks”

Geet hesitated, her eyes wide, but eventually, she took it with a grateful nod. “You’re too kind, Anu didi. I’m glad I could help.”

As I watched her leave the room, I realized I’d returned to my bed slept naked, but with a lighter heart and a clearer mind about the kinks ahead.

To be continued…