My Maid and I – A Forbidden Glimpse

As a bachelor renting my own apartment space, I don’t always have time for menial chores around the house. Fortunately, I had the foresight to hire a maid, and this is the story of how our professional relationship… Deepened.

Julia was a young-ish maid from the Philippines, polite and quiet, a hard worker who rarely slipped up. Her eyes would light up whenever she smiled, which was frequently, and her demure nature would drop for a moment as she talked about whatever piqued her interest at that time. Her curly black hair fell to her shoulders, and her dark petite frame was often masked by the comfortably loose shirt and shorts that she would often wear. The shorts were eventually ditched for leggings, however, and she started wearing them all the time, which revealed a well-toned ass whenever she walked around the house.

She worked for me for a couple of months, coming in three to four times a week to clean the floors and windows, wash my clothes, prepare meals, little things like that. Often she would offer to prepare dinner for me, and we would sit and chat comfortably whilst watching a show on TV. At some point, there was a hiccup in her various obligations, and she wound up renting a room in my apartment, continuing to work for me whilst handling other jobs. It became an interesting dynamic, where I would come home at night and find her watching TV or chatting with her friends on the phone, and with dinner ready on the table. It was almost like having a wife.

Well. Almost.

A particularly tough day at work came, and in a frustrated mess I eventually left the office an hour or two earlier than anticipated. I decided I’d do something nice and bring back a nice dinner for Julia and myself, hoping to surprise her with her favourite food. When I got home, the TV was left on, but the house was oddly silent, as I had expected her to be bustling about the apartment. Placing our dinner on the dining table, I moved to put my things down in my room, and stopped dead in the doorway.

Leggings at her ankles, face buried into my underwear on the bed, and ass beautifully poised in the air was Julia, gently massaging and rubbing her clit. Even from a distance I could see her pussy pulsing and glistening with her juices, her soft moans muffled in my underwear. Her leggings did not lie about her toned ass, and her tanned skin stood out in beautiful contrast to the white bedsheets. I stood there for some time staring at her sensually touching her clit with one hand whilst the other caressed her breasts through her shirt, hardly daring to breathe for fear of shattering the moment.

Gut check. Should I? Nope. Would I? Depends. Is she clean? She’s never told you! Is she married? No ring, no mention, no problem? Too much uncertainty, my head was spinning.

So I did the only reasonable thing I could dream up in that moment: I quietly backed out and left the house, grabbing our dinner on the way out. I walked about ten minutes away from the apartment before calling her, and told her I’d be home in ten minutes with dinner. When I arrived at home, there she was on the couch watching TV, modestly dressed, and obliviously greeting me and cheering when she saw that I had gotten her favourite food.

I knew that scene would give me jack-off fuel for the rest of my life, but now came the fun part: The chase.

Hope you enjoyed this little tale, feedback and criticism is welcome! This is a short tale as I’m still finding my sea-legs and I will follow-up with 2 more.

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