Angela lay in bed, her mind racing with thoughts of the man that lived in her house. He didn't share her bed, but he lived here nonetheless, and she paid him to be here.
Heaven forbid she should ever voice her thoughts, but goodness if Tony and his muscles didn't light up her world. Sometimes in the evening, she would sneakingly gaze at him as he finished the day's chores; he would unconsciously flex his biceps, and every so often Angela could almost see his toned abs ripple under his shirt. And then to see him roam about the kitchen in his apron - now there was a beautiful sight for sore eyes.
She bit her lip in shame over her next thought, an imaginary view of Tony in the nude. How well Angela remembered the time Tony had accidentally walked in on her shower, but she'd been so embarrassed that she never noticed whether he'd been wearing anything. So Angela, ashamed of it though she was, allowed herself to gaze with her mind's eye at this pretend image.
In the scene she conjured up, her housekeeper entered her bedroom wearing only his apron, and after removing it, he helped Angela out of her nightgown, then peeled her panties off.
He pulled her close, moving his hands along her spine as she ran hers over his chest. Tony placed his lips on hers; she kissed him back while wrapping her arms around his neck.
Angela soon found herself being lifted off the floor and carried to the bed. Tony joined her under the covers and Angela immediately planted her bare body on his. As she placed her tongue inside Tony's mouth, she felt his arms embrace her middle.
It wasn't long before a wrestling match ensued between the sheets, with Angela returning to the top position. She propped herself up, slowly tracing the outline of his nipples and kissing his belly button. Then she reached down, took hold of his scrotum, and firmly kneaded his testicles together. Tony's penis erected, and Angela ran two fingers of her free hand along its underside.
Moments later, the pair "wrestled" again, and this time Angela willingly allowed Tony to claim victory. He lowered his body onto hers and began massaging her breasts as he lazily rubbed his penis against her outer thigh. Angela's nipples hardened against Tony's hands, and he gently closed his fingers around the raised patches of skin to tweak them. He moved the lower half of his naked body slightly so that his penis hovered over Angela's vagina.
And that was the part of the fantasy where Angela forced herself to stop. Yes she'd enjoyed thinking about it, and yes she wanted it to happen. But she had to remember that business and pleasure never mixed. Tony was her employee, so why bother fantasizing about having sex with him?
"Because he's cute," she muttered under her breath.
Who was she kidding? Angela liked the flexing biceps, the toned abs, and the rippling muscles, and she knew it. She also knew she longed to feel Tony's bare body pressed against hers, to hear him whisper "I love you" in her ear, to have his hands grope her torso in the heat of the moment. But more than anything else, she longed to have his penis inside of her, with his scrotum pressed firmly against her vagina and her legs wrapped around his waist.
If I ever found myself in that position, I'd never let him go.
The problem was, because Tony was "the help", Angela would never find herself in bed with him. And that left her to fantasize about it instead. She turned out her bedside lamp and slowly fell asleep, with thoughts of a naked housekeeper swirling in her mind.