I'm Maid for You

by Luxx Monroe

  I was about halfway through when I heard a noise behind me. I figured it was Joe, again, and yelled before looking. “Back for a taste for yourself?” I asked in a teasing voice.

  What I didn’t expect was a deep cough and a noise that sounded like someone choking. I whipped my head around and saw Kent, my new boss, standing in the door way, holding his chest.

  “Well, I wasn’t expecting you to say that,” was all he said while catching his breath.

  I jumped off the counter as quickly as I could and started to put the lid back on the salmon.

  “No, please, stop. You don’t have to put that away. I didn’t mean to startle you either. I’ve just had that damn salmon on my mind and decided I could use a midnight –”

  Kent stopped mid-sentence and stared at me the second I turned around to face him. I had forgotten what I was wearing and was standing practically naked right in front of him. The way he was staring at me had my core tingling, and I could feel a small drip of moisture saturate my panties.

  Kent raked his eyes over my body and stopped at my legs, which were crossed tightly to hide my obvious lust for him. I folded my arms across my chest, which only pushed my girls higher up. “I’m sorry. I woke up and realized I hadn’t eaten anything tonight. There’s still plenty left, and it’s all yours.”

  I reached out and motioned for Kent to take the container of salmon. He, however, only had one thing in his sights, and it was me.

  He walked over and pushed the salmon away from me. “Why didn’t you look away from me earlier?” he asked in a rough and gravelly voice.

  I could feel the blush rise in my cheeks and I tried to look away from him. It didn’t work, because I felt his hand grab my chin and he pulled my face back to his.

  “I asked why you didn’t look away.”

  I let out a breath and looked at him, right into his beautiful ocean-deep eyes. “Because I like the way you look at me.”

  Kent lost it and grabbed the other side of my face. He pulled me up to his mouth, and just as our lips were about to touch, he whispered, “And I like the way you look at me.”

  When our lips crashed together, a powerful jolt went straight to the spot between my legs that could barely take anymore. Kent reached around my head and wove his hand through my long hair. When he yanked me back, I opened for him and his warm tongue caressed my mouth.

  “You taste so fucking good. Like pineapples.” He came back to me, parting my mouth with his.

  I moaned in approval, which only fueled his fire. He let go of my hair and placed his hands around my waist. Before I knew it, I was lying back on the counter, while Kent’s mouth trailed a path of kisses up my stomach.

  “This shirt, if you can call it that, needs to go. Now.” I felt him pull and I heard a loud ripping noise. “Fuck me.” I looked down as I felt the cool air hit my chest. Kent was looking at me like I was some kind of top filet mignon at an exclusive restaurant. “I’ve wanted to taste these too, from the minute I saw them in that maid’s outfit.”

  I leaned my head back and moaned again as Kent bent and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. This guy was freaking good with his mouth. Holy shit, he was good. I could feel the pleasure build in my core, and I had no other choice but to reach down into my panties to relieve some of the pressure.

  Kent went over to my other breast, licking and sucking as I continued to make noises I had never heard myself make before. I would have been more embarrassed, but I didn’t care what was happening, as long as he kept doing what he was doing to my chest.

  When Kent finally pulled away from my breasts, he looked down and noticed my hand in between my legs. When he placed his hand around my wrist, I wasn’t sure if he was going to join me or pull me away from pleasuring myself. What I wasn’t expecting was for him to pull my hand to his mouth and suck my juices from my fingers.

  “You taste like fucking candy.”

  I didn’t know it was possible, but I became more turned on and put one of his large fingers in my mouth.

  “You taste like sin.”

  Kent let out a low growl and pulled my panties right off me. I looked down at my naked body and watched Kent place his hands on my thighs. When he pushed them far enough apart to his liking, he bent down and went straight for my clit. I let out a scream when he sucked on my sensitive spot and reached up to cup one of my greedy nipples.

  The feeling of pleasure that rocked through my body had me sailing to another place and screaming out words I didn’t know were in me. “God, yes! Kent, that feels so fucking good! Don’t stop!”

  Kent pulled his tongue off me for a second and reached up to suck my nipple quickly into his mouth again. He must be a boob guy. “I knew you’d be this good. From the minute I saw you walk in, wearing that sexy little outfit, I knew it. You have no idea how much I wanted to throw you over my desk and fuck you from behind. You and that sweet cunt I knew would taste this divine.”

  I pulled Kent towards me for another quick kiss, and his words began to sink in. My maid outfit, when he first saw me, and wanting to fuck me. “Maggie,” was all I said and I knew I had to stop this.

  “Maggie?”

  I pushed Kent off me and nodded. “I’m sorry, Kent. You’re unbelievably hot, but I can’t screw this up. I need this job more than you could possibly understand. I just can’t.”

  Kent looked at me with bewildered eyes. “You can’t?”

  I crossed my legs and covered my bare breasts with my arms. “I can’t. I promised my boss, my best friend, that I wouldn’t sleep with you. She doesn’t want her business ran through the mud. She’s doing me a huge favor by letting me live with you, and I can’t mess it up. Like I said, I need this job.”

  Kent backed up against the refrigerator and a look of understanding replaced the look of desire in his eyes. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”

  My eyes unwillingly pooled with tears, and I quickly blinked them away. It had been a very long time since a man in my life asked a caring question. “No, nothing like that.”

  Kent leaned forward and ran one of his hands down the side of my bare leg. “Sleeping with me won’t ruin your job here. We’ll keep it casual. We’ll fuck, but all in fun.”

  I loved what he was proposing, and it was right up my alley. I wasn’t in the right place for a relationship, but a fuck buddy sounded damn good. I had still, however, promised Maggie. “As much as I want to say yes, can we just keep it a strictly professional relationship?”

  Kent ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes. “I guess if it’s that important to you. Maybe it would be easier to say yes when you’re clothed.” Kent reached down and grabbed my ripped tank top. “I don’t know if this is going to do any good.”

  We both started laughing and I held up a finger, indicating I’d be right back.

  I hopped off the counter and headed to my room. I slid on my robe, and was back in the kitchen before Kent had even finished heating the salmon.

  “There, is this better?” I asked and did a little twirl for him.

  He looked me up and down and shook his head. “No, because I know you don’t have any underwear on underneath.”

  I rolled my eyes and walked over to meet him by a small table at the edge of the kitchen. “Thank you, Kent, for hiring me, for understanding my predicament, and for keeping this professional. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

  Kent just smiled while he finished up placing the salmon on two plates. “Well, after this meal you made today, I would be a fool to let you go.”

  I chuckled as I sat down in the chair opposite him. We spent the rest of the night talking and laughing about our childhoods. He listened as I told him the story of how my dad liked gambling and drugs more than my mother and me, and I heard story after story about his uncle, and how he was more like a father figure to Kent than his own dad was. It was nice to have someone to talk to who’d also had a rough childhood with their father.

  I almost told him about my mother a few tim
es, but I wasn’t ready to say it out loud. It would mean that her cancer was real, and I was still in a state of denial, I guess.

  I did remind him that I would need this Friday off, but that I would work Saturday instead. He was so easy going, and didn’t even flinch when I mentioned that I might need random days off during the week, but that I would always make them up.

  I don’t know how, some may call it luck, but I had just landed the best damn job in the entire universe. Even if I wouldn’t be getting any sex on the side.

  Chapter 6

  Kent

  Doing the ‘just business’ relationship with Natalie was fucking ridiculous, but I could see it in her eyes the night we found each other in the kitchen that it meant a great deal to her. I would never force a woman to be with me sexually, so business it was. For now.

  I didn’t know why, but talking to her about our lives was actually quite pleasant. I couldn’t remember the last time I sat and talked to a woman when I knew it wasn’t going to lead to sex. Some of my friends would say I had an issue, that it wasn’t normal to not want a relationship, but they didn’t know what it was like growing up with my parents. They fought more than they breathed. I vowed at a very young age that I was never going to get married, and I still felt as strongly about it today, as I did when I was seven.

  About a week later after staying a little later than normal at work, I found Natalie in her room. She was sitting on a chair rubbing her shoulder.

  “Hey, is everything okay?”

  Natalie turned around and smiled at me. “Yeah, I’m just a little sore. I haven’t worked this hard, well, ever.”

  I chuckled a little and noticed a swimsuit on her bed. “Are you thinking about going for a swim?”

  Natalie blushed and looked over at her suit. “I was thinking about maybe using the hot tub. It might relax my muscles. If that’s okay?”

  I thought about her in that small white bikini and it started to make me hard. Hell, everything she did made me hard.

  “You can use the pool any time; I’ve already told you that.”

  She smiled at me and looked relieved. I was ready for her to loosen up more around me, especially if it involved a bed. For now, however, I was doing what she needed me to do. Keeping our relationship strictly business.

  “Thank you. I’m going to get dressed then and head outside. I’ve got dinner for you in the oven. It should still be warm.”

  “Great. I’m starving. Help yourself to anything; you should know that by now.” I walked over and squeezed her shoulder gently. As I was walking out of her room, I had to tell myself to calm down. Seeing her in that bikini was going to make it difficult for me to behave, but I could handle it.

  After I inhaled some chicken parmesan that would even put the best chef’s to shame, I decided to check on Natalie and see how her swim was going.

  I walked out the back French doors and stopped dead in my tracks. Natalie was stepping out of the pool and hadn’t noticed me yet. “Fuck,” I said under my breath, and readjusted myself.

  She looked around, maybe checking to see if anyone was looking, and then slipped into the hot tub. Her back was to me, and I noticed that she was fidgeting with her top. Holy hell, she better not be thinking about taking it off. I could understand how wonderful it would feel, but to have her topless just feet away from me would be my undoing. Promise or not.

  I sat down in a chair by the back door and watched with amazement as she pulled off her top and sank deeper into the water. I could hear her groan from where I was sitting, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to take it much longer.

  Natalie dunked her head under the hot water and came up on the opposite side, finally noticing that I was sitting outside watching her every move.

  “Oh, Kent. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were out here.” She leaned forward to grab her top, but I put my hand in the air and started walking towards her.

  “No, it’s okay. I should have said something. I didn’t know you were going to go topless, so I decided to let you have your fun.”

  I could tell that my words made her blush, but I couldn’t stop myself.

  I knew she wouldn’t be able to reach her top without me seeing her full, gorgeous breasts, so I stopped a few feet away from the hot tub. “I’ll go back inside to give you some privacy.”

  I could tell that Natalie wanted to say something, but she didn’t, and started to look around the back yard.

  Finally, she looked back at me and smiled. “If it isn’t totally inappropriate, it would be nice if you joined me.”

  I coughed a little and thought about sitting with her in the water, with her naked breasts only mere inches away from me. “That actually sounds nice, but you’ll have to put your top back on. I won’t be able to keep our agreement if not.”

  I earned a quick head nod and walked over to a lounge chair where I started to remove my shirt and pants.

  “You aren’t going to get your suit?”

  I laughed and pulled my socks off, leaving me in my boxer-briefs. “No, these will work just the same.”

  I noticed her eyes roaming my body and I had to admit that I really did love how she looked at me. “I’ll turn around so you can get your top on.”

  When my back was to her, I heard a little splashing noise. When I finally heard a soft, “Okay,” I turned around and Natalie was securing the back strap to her top.

  When I slipped into the water, I could feel my body thanking me. This was a fabulous idea and it made me make a mental note to get in this bad boy more often.

  “Did you have a nice day at work?” she asked.

  I leaned back and tried my best to keep my eyes off her cleavage. “I did. It was a long day, but I got a lot accomplished. You?”

  Natalie also seemed to relax a little and told me about her day cleaning and cooking. “I’ve got to admit, I like this job way more than I expected to. It’s not so bad. It’s a lot of work and I have sore muscles that I didn’t even know I had. But, I like it.”

  I smiled at her and reached over to hit the jets. I loved the way the hot pulses eased my muscles.

  Natalie leaned back and looked up at the dark sky. “God, this feels amazing.” She became quiet, but then turned to look at me. “Would you like something to drink? I could go and grab you a glass of wine.”

  I loved the sound of that. “That sounds perfect, but make it two.”

  Natalie looked at me skeptically, but then seemed to relax and started to climb out of the tub. “It does sound perfect. I’ll be right back.”

  I didn’t hide the fact that I watched her as she lifted her leg over the side and gave me a perfect shot of the hidden spot between her legs. That white swimsuit hid nothing. It was as if she was naked.

  I reached down to my cock and gave it a quick pat. Poor guy, I could literally feel his pain.

  A few minutes later, Natalie was back with two glasses and a bottle of pinot. “I hope you like this wine. I found it at a market last Sunday in town, and it looks really good.”

  I watched as she set the glasses and bottle down, and I held out my hand to help her back into the hot tub. She must have missed her footing because instead of gracefully entering one foot at a time, she ended up slipping and landed practically on my lap.

  “Shit, I mean, dammit. I’m sorry.”

  I pulled back and was face-to-face with her huge breasts, but I wasn’t complaining one bit. She quickly stood-up and returned to her side of the tub. I grabbed the bottle and poured us both a glass of wine. She was right, the wine was delicious.

  After thirty minutes of talking and sharing more stories about our pasts, I decided my body was done, but I wasn’t ready to leave yet.

  “I’m starting to overheat. Want to go for a little swim?”

  Natalie smiled and jumped up, splashing water in my glass. “Oh! I didn’t mean to splash you.”

  I waved my hand and followed her out of the hot tub. Fuck me and that little white suit. I stood back and watched as
Natalie finally jumped into the water. I started to walk down the pool stairs, when she came up and faced me. Her top had slipped and one of her nipples was visible, and I swear that I was being punished for all the naughty things I’d done in my past.

  I couldn’t look away and when Natalie finally realized she was hanging out, she blushed and fixed it immediately.

  “Geez, this swim suit is being a pain.”

  “I think you’re trying to kill me.”

  Natalie looked back and me. “I’m not, and why would you say that?”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? Look at you in that suit. I’ve been practically sporting a boner all night.”

  If I thought I’d seen Natalie blush before, apparently it wasn’t full force. Her cheeks turned a rosy red as she looked away from me.

  “Look at me.”

  She did, but she didn’t hold eye contact very long. “I’m sorry, Kent. I’m not trying to be a tease, but it’s hard for me too. I just can’t screw this up.”

  I started to inch down the steps. “You said no sex, right? With each other? What if we do something that will at least relieve some of this tension we’re feeling, but we don’t break any rules?”

  I could tell that I had gotten her attention. “Okay, what do you have in mind?”

  “I want you, and you obviously want me. We can keep this relationship strictly work related, but who says we can’t pleasure ourselves while watching each other?”

  Natalie looked a little nervous, but then glanced at my naked chest. “I guess that would be okay. As long as it only happens this one time.”

  I crossed my fingers over my heart and reached down to remove my underwear. It didn’t matter that I was now standing in cool water, my cock was so hard and I knew that it wouldn’t take long to get the relief I needed.

  “I’m not taking my suit off. I’ll just pull it to the side.”