Soothing AnAn the Maid

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Back in the 80's when I was in my late twenties, I was living in the Far East. I was renting a room above a tailor's shop. I was very happy there because I had enough space,it was in the town centre and above all it was cheap. The landlord was an old gay guy. He had money and ran his own business as well as working for the local brewery. We got on very well but of course he could be mean on occasions. AnAn was the maid. Maids back in those days were only paid a few dollars a month. They lived in the house and were expected  to do some basic cooking and keep the place clean. They almost always came from poor provincial families. They usually had a half day off each week and one whole day a month.I suppose she was around the same age as me . AnAn was the ugliest girl I had ever seen. I know it sounds terrible but it was true.She had an awful hair lip.There was a large hole in her mouth to the right as you looked and her nose and teeth were hopelessley disfigured . Coming from a poor background there was no way anyone was in a position to help her out ,so all things being equal she was probably in the best position she could have hoped for. I drank a lot in those days and would often give her a cuddle and ask her inappropriate questions which she politely grunted responses too.

One night I was in my room with some girl when I heard the landlord shout and scream and AnAn burst into tears. I thought no more on it for the moment. AnAn slept outside my room in the main communal living area. In the evening at bedtime she would lay a mat on the floor and rig up a mosquito net tied to chairs and tables.She would go into her tent and sleep. Later that night she was lying there still very upset at having been told off. She sobbed and sobbed and seemd to be inconsolable.I thought she would shut up and go to sleep but she kept crying. Being a nice guy I decided to console her. The girl I was with was asleep, so I opened the door and went into the living room. It was quite dark but you could see outlines. I knelt down outside AnAn;s tent and told her to shush. She continued crying. I decided to get into her tent and lie down next to her. This was not an easy operation as I am tall and the whole tent was probably no more than three feet off the floor. I was wearing only shorts and in a minute I was there beside her. She was lying on her side crying quietly and I was lying facing her. I slid my left hand between her head and whatever she was using as a pillow, leaving my right hand free. She didn't object but carried on crying at the same volume and tempo. She was wearing a tatty white nighty ,no bra and panties. Cradling her as I was I pulled her head towards my chest. I certainly didn't want to be face to face with her but I didn't mind her head against my chest. My spare hand was busy exploring her body through her bedclothes. I put my hand on her bottom and squeezed. Meeting no resistance I moved my hand around to her front and started to pull up her nightdress in order to gain access to her panties. I was able to do this ok and although she was still crying she was a little quieter. I slid my hand down to her furry mound and introduced a finger. She was dry but pliable. Cupping her mound I slid my finger deep inside and then out repeating this motion. In and out I went. Her crying had stopped to be replaced by snuffling moans breathed into my chest. I held her tight fingering her relentlessly until she grunted and came, shuffling her body a little, Then there was silence. 

Since I had decided I was soothing her I got up and wished her a goodnight. She replied wishing me the same and I went back to bed. The following day when she saw me she gave me wonderful smile and although I kind of wished she hadn't, I felt that I had done a good thing. It's funny that 30 years later I still find that whole episode extremely erotic.