The man I met at the bank and I are still going strong. It will be two years in March of next year, and we’re getting a place of our own together soon. This development has prompted me to fantasize about the following situation (that I’ll likely bring to life when we move in):
It’s another normal Sunday. You’re home relaxing after a long week of work, drinking your coffee and sitting up in the dining room looking at something intriguing on your computer. I’m scheduled to work for you that day, doing the usual weekly cleaning routine dressed in a somewhat normal but short French maid’s outfit. What you don’t know is that underneath, I’m wearing yet another pair of lacey, white lingerie that I’m hoping you’ll get to see.
Since I’ve met you and began to fantasize about you, every Sunday I’ve secretly been wearing some pair of lingerie anticipating that maybe you’ll make a move on me. When nothing happens, I often go home that night flustered and touch myself to the thought of you.
Right now, as I’m vacuuming the carpet in your living room, I can catch a glimpse of you at the dining table. It’s so hard not to lose focus on my duties and concentrate all of my attention on you. You have such beautiful, demanding eyes, a nice, strong build, and an overall sexy and alluring presence that exudes masculine energy. I watch as you bring the cup of coffee to your lips to take a sip, and I can’t help but imagine those lips somewhere else…
*BUMP*
Startled, I’m taken aback by the sudden noise and realize that my distraction has caused me to bump the vacuum into the coffee table. I can feel my cheeks flushing as I immediately move the vacuum away and shake my head vigorously as if to shake out all the tantalizing thoughts. I look over at you and see you glaring at me with an eyebrow raised.
“Careful, Miss. You don’t want to cause any damage to my furniture, now do you?”
I gulp a little and quickly reply, “No, sir, of course not. I’m sorry,” and go back to finishing my task.
It isn’t long before I’m done and I know what I have to do next, but I’m getting nervous. You’re normally not sitting right there in the dining room to distract me while I’m cleaning it. But the blinds beside you needs dusting, and that’s my job, so what am I to do? I’m right next to you now, and I can feel a growing wet spot between my legs. I can’t stop imagining you just getting up and taking me right now.
Then, I turn around and walk around your table. *This is the only chance I’ll get to drop a hint* I rationalize. With a finger, I deliberately but subtly swipe a magazine left haphazardly on the table off the edge and onto the floor.
“Oops,” I say cheekily.
This catches your attention as I turn around and bend over to pick up the object, secretly hoping that you’re still looking so you can catch a glimpse of my thong and its matching garter cascading down my thighs. To my surprise, I let out a sharp gasp as your hand raises and swipes down across my ass. You don’t move your hand and instead tighten it into a grip.
“You sexy little thing, what are you doing and why are you acting up today?”
I come to a stand and turn to face you quickly, my cheeks flushed red. “Mr. Harrison, sir…I had no idea you felt that way about me.”
A smirk quickly grows across your face as you eye me up and down, so clearly filled with lust now. “Oh darling, you didn’t know that I often stroke my cock at the thought of you? With you prancing around my house in that little outfit…teasing me with panty shots. You don’t think I always imagine bending you over and taking what I want?”
“Maybe you should, sir..” I whisper as I close the laptop you were previously so occupied with. We stare into each other’s eyes as I climb onto and straddle your lap and we begin to make out passionately. I can feel your thick fingers tracing up and down my spine and my waist, your hands traveling and feeling the lingerie I’m wearing against my curves. Kissing you was as magical as I imagined it to be. As your tongue slides into my mouth and swirls around with mine, I can feel your cock growing and pushing against me, prompting me to rock my hips back and forth to grind against you. You let out a soft grunt and pull back to leave a trail of kisses down my jawline and neck, causing me to let out a sigh of pleasure.
Suddenly and without warning, you stand up, carrying me, and make your way into the bedroom. Before I know it, my maid’s outfit has been practically ripped off and tossed to the side, exposing my lingerie for you to see. I can tell you’re pleased by the sight of it.
“I wore lingerie underneath my outfit every day anticipating and hoping for this day to come,” I admit to you shyly.
You let out a chuckle and I can see through your pants that your bulge is growing even bigger and about ready to burst out.
You lean down and with both of your hands reach behind me to unclasp my bra and pull it off of me to expose my small but perky breasts. My nipples begin to harden and rise to attention as you cup them and starts massaging.
“What a perfect pair of tits. They’ll fit so nicely in my hands and mouth.”
As you inch closer to me, it isn’t long before I feel your tongue and lips wrapped around the buds. The way you suck on them sends electrifying waves throughout my body. One of your hands travels further down and you begin to rub between my legs, making circles ever so slightly around my clothed clit. I can’t help but moan and start to beg for you.
You continue to kiss me down my stomach until you’re sliding my panties off and I can tell what’s coming next. My earlier fantasy is coming to life as you lick up and down my pussy and start to suck relentlessly on my clit. I can’t hold back my loud moans and whimpers anymore, my body squirming because your tongue feels oh so good and the stubble of your beard isn’t hurting me but making me all the more sensitive. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge as you introduce a finger at the same time. At this point I’m moaning out of control and bucking my hips against you, begging you to fuck me.
After a few more minutes of pleasurable torture you comply with my requests and pull out the nicest, thickest cock I’ve ever seen. You waste no time at all and start thrusting into me, stretching my tight little pussy out to accommodate you.
We’re a hot, moaning mess nearly yelling out each other’s names as you pound into me and your fingers dig into my hips. I wrap my legs around you desperate to pull you in closer so that I can feel you as deep as possible.
“You hot, naughty little slut,” you grunt as you pound into me unbelievably hard. “Teasing me like that in my own house..pining after an older man..you’re just a little slut, aren’t you? Well you’re my fucking slut now.”
I couldn’t help it at that point, your words and cock was sending me over the edge, I grabbed onto your arms and dug my nails into you, screaming out your name for all of the neighbors to hear. At the same time I could feel you twitch and pulsate inside my little hole and pump it full of your hot, thick cum.
Panting and letting out a few more groans, you pull out of me with a smirk. I can feel your load dripping out of me and onto the sheets as a wave of bliss fills me. Through half lidded eyes, I watch as you grab a towel and toss it over to me.
“Now clean up the mess you caused, my slutty little maid.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/jhhc4p/i_can_be_your_little_maid_fm_age_gap_2052