French Maid

She’s off to her last appointment. She’s dressed the way he likes; French maid costume, 4″ heels, black lace hose ~ thigh high only ~ and garter belt. Nothing else. She knows he has all the right “equipment” in his home. He’s sent her a dossier of what their “night” should be about. She only brings with her a small courier bag with everything he told her she needs. She smiles to herself as she gets out of her car. Shaking her head.  She doesn’t care what the neighbors think. This is his fantasy and she’s here to fulfill it. She rings the doorbell, but there’s no answer. She expected that too.

It’s all in the details that he had written. She’d memorized every last one of them. Down to his signature. Odd that he had hand written the note. One of several things she had learned about him She opens the door, and remembers her instructions to come straight in and start in the kitchen. “Odd place to start.” She says to herself. She walks to the sink. There are only a few dishes there. She notices he has a dishwasher. “What the hell.” She says and immediately gets to work. She realizes as she turns on the water that someone is behind her.

She starts to turn and he slips his hand from behind to her face., turning her head forward. “No,” he says. “Continue with what you’re doing.” She still thinks it’s odd but continues. He leans her up against him, she can feel him from chest to thigh. She doesn’t know if he’s clothed because she’s closed her eyes. Feeling the charged atmosphere between them, he says, “Open your eyes.” She doesn’t want to, she wants to continue to feel this sensation between them. But, he urges her again.“Open your eyes, or you will feel the consequences,” he states, more forcibly than the last. She gasps, and reluctantly does as she is asked. His hands on her hips move slowly down until he reaches the bottom of her uniform. He slides his hand beneath her skirt, and up her thigh.

Her breathing is starting to quicken. Never has she been so aroused by a stranger. Her hands are still in the water and she would like to take them out and caress him like he is caressing her. She knows that she can’t, she must obey his every command. He’s found her weak spot and nudged his thigh between hers, coaxing her legs farther apart. She lifts her right leg and slides it further to accommodate his now probing hand. She can feel his cock in her back, and she realizes he is much taller than she is but it doesn’t matter,this has turned into something so much more than she thought it would.

His other hand has found it’s way to her breast and has slid inside her blouse. Pinching and pulling at her nipple she cries out in ecstasy. She can’t take it any more and pulls her hands out if the water and puts them behind her reaching for him, turning her head toward his she needs his mouth on hers. She knows it’s taboo but she doesn’t care, rules are made to be broken and she wants to taste this stranger. Whatever the consequences are, she’ll take the risk. Reluctantly, he gives in, knowing that he shouldn’t and she will pay dearly for this later. She’s been worked into a frenzy, first one finger then two. He can feel her body squeezing his fingers she about to explode and so is he.

Much to her reluctance he withdraws his fingers, turns her around and picks her up, forcibly placing her onto the counter, she notices he’s wearing nothing, just the way she likes it. He rips her blouse apart, nipping at her neck, slowly moving down to her breast. Her hands are all over him, kneading his muscles from shoulder to forearm. He stops from going any further, she opens her eyes to look at him, astonished that he’s stopped what he’s doing. He’s looking at her, with longing in his eyes.

She grabs ahold of him and forces him to finish what he’s started. She pulls at his hips his cock ready for her. He plunges deep within her, he wants to be sure that she can accommodate his size, he shivers and continues on teasing and tantalizing her until they become one. She screams in ecstasy and his with his final thrust he comes hard and strong. They are both left panting and with desire in their eyes. He’s not done yet and neither is she, he picks her up, still inside her and carries her to his bedroom…

2 Comments (+add yours?)

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  2. niecywolf85
    Oct 20, 2013 @ 18:57:32

    Stephanie, beautiful just beautiful. I loved it Great job!!!

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