The Fantasy Series: 7- The French Maid
Martin sighed for the hundredth time in the last five minutes. Why did he have to do this, he thought as he was cleaning the windows. He could think of a million things he would rather do on a Saturday afternoon than tidying up the apartment. Like watching a hockey game on TV, running through the park, or cuddling with Sam while they watched one of her cheesy movies. But nooooooo, Sam decided their place needed to be cleaned up so here he was, literally on his knees while she was scrubbing down the bathroom.
Martin noticed that he hadn't heard a sound in the last 15 minutes.
"Sam!" he called from the living room but got no answer.
As the seconds went by with no further sound, he went to go see if she was alright. He only saw her skirt-clad ass at first ,as she was bent over the bathtub. Wait a minute, she wasn't wearing a skirt an hour ago.
"Sam?"
She straightened up and looked at him with astonishment, but he should have been the one to be surprised. She was wearing a skinny French maid uniform for Christ's sake! From the little white apron and hair twisted in a bun, to her high heels,she was perfect. No, not high heels again, he thought as his cock sprang to attention.
"I'm sorry Mr Fitzgerald. I know your girlfriend told me you would be here but you startled me."
She brought her hand to her pounding chest, hoping her heart would slow down a bit. And of course her uniform provided plenty of cleavage, showing him anything he needed to be aroused instantly.
"Wh...my ...my girlfriend, you said?"
His mouth was really dry and all he could do was stutter. What an idiot he was!
"Well yeah, Samantha Spade, she's your girlfriend right?"
"Yeah she is. But who are you?"
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Rachel, and I'm your new maid. Your girlfriend hired me last week. She didn't tell you?"
"Uh no, she forgot that little detail."
"I hope you don't mind my being here."
"No of course I don't mind. I'll just let you work while I'll watch the game."
He smiled at her and went to the living room, leaving Sam dumbfounded. He had to be joking right? She wasn't wearing a tiny skirt, stockings, garters and all that for nothing! She narrowed her eyes. Oh he would pay for that. She took some old rags and followed him in the living room. Here he was laying of the couch and watching the game, oblivious to her. Damn, how could he do that? Well as they say, an eye for an eye...
She stood right in front of the TV gently wiping the dust off the screen, even though there wasn't any to wipe. She stayed that way for two long minutes, waiting for him to tell her to move, but Martin couldn't care less about the TV when Sam's skirt heaved each time she raised her arm, showing him a set of red garters and flesh-coloured stockings. He licked his lips and stared, almost bending to see if he could catch a glimpse on her underwear. Panties or thong, he wondered.
While he was musing about her undergarments, she was fuming in front of the TV. Her plan wasn't working so far. She sighed and dropped her rag on the floor on purpose.
"Oops, I'm so clumsy," she said, bending over to pick it up.
He sucked a breath in and never let it out as he saw the crimson thong barely covering her rear. He got up from the couch as if he had been burnt.
"Oh I'm sorry Mr Fitzgerald. Were you watching the game?" she asked innocently.
"No it's okay, I was...going to the kitchen for a glass of water."
He nearly ran to the kitchen before making an ass of himself and taking her right on the coffee table. He heard her light chuckle and cursed under his breath. She had the upper hand for now, but he wouldn't let her win this round. He took a few deep breaths to calm down and headed back to the living room where she was waiting for him, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Uh Rachel, is it?"
She nodded.
"I don't think my girlfriend pays you to stand in my living room, so if you don't have anything to do, I'm sure I can find something for you to clean up."
Sam's jaw dropped. The man had some nerve!
"Mmh sure Mr Fitzgerald. I'll be in the bedroom then, vacuuming."
She turned around and left not noticing the huge smile on his face. But the curiosity got the better of him, and a few minutes later he was standing by the door frame of their bedroom, watching her vacuuming. She had her back to him so she couldn't see him and when she turned off the vacuum cleaner and turned around to unplug it, she saw him and jumped slightly.
"So Rachel, where are you from?"
If she could just wipe that damn smirk off his face...
"How do you know I'm not from New York?"
"Oh just a hunch. Am I right?"
"I"m from Iowa actually."
"That's interesting. Why did you come to New York?"
"I wanted to live in a big city and see something other than fields and farmers."
"Well you're in the right place."
He stepped inside the room and looked at her, licking his lips.
"You know I'm still scared by this city," she said.
"Scared of what?"
"I still can't go to my apartment without getting lost. It's sooooo big."
Martin was getting hot again. She was playing the innocent girl and her innuendos didn't go unnoticed.
"I see you did a pretty good job in here. But would you please clean the mirror of my girlfriend's wardrobe? I know she loves it when it's clean."
"Mmh sure Mr Fitzgerald."
She stood in front of the mirror and could see his heated stare in it. She held his stare while cleaning and licked her lips. She broke it for a second and jumped when she could feel his hot body right behind her. He slid one of his hands around her waist and whispered
"You're doing a really good job here. I'm sure my girlfriend would be thrilled to know you're doing EVERYTHING right."
He could sense her labored breath as he pressed himself against her, and suddenly she was stuck against the mirror, leaving steam on it as she breathed. She stood passively, letting Martin do all the work. She looked up and meet his glare in the mirror.
"Mr Fitzgerald, I don't think this is a good idea. If your girlfriend..."
"My girlfriend is out for the day, don't worry about it," he interrupted.
"But if she finds out?"
"Rachel, I won't tell her anything, will you?"
She shook her head.
"I don't want to lose this job. I don't want to go back to Iowa."
"Well in this case, there's no reason for her to learn about this, isn't it?"
"I guess not."
Martin could feel she was still hesitant.
"Look Rachel, you have to finish what you started."
She looked at his reflection, surprised.
"What did I start?"
He pressed himself into her, nestling his erection against her ass eliciting a low moan from her.
"This! And now you have to solve this problem. I can't let my girlfriend see me like this if she finds out you've been here all afternoon."
He started to trail light kisses down Sam's neck, tightening his grip on her waist and letting his fingers move from her belly to the hem of her skirt. He felt her leaning against him and he slid his hand under her skirt, inching its way up on her thigh. He could feel the smooth fabric of her stocking first and then the even smoother skin as the stocking ended. He wanted to lean forward but when he did, she had to support herself on the wardrobe as she couldn't stand on her own feet. The mirror was covered in steam, and her fingerprints were all over it.
"Mmh Rachel, you're so good and so hot, do you know that?"
He started unbuttoning her black blouse while his eyes never left hers, revealing a red bra just like the thong and garters he saw earlier. She tried to swallow her saliva but her mouth was so dry. His look was so full of lust and power, it almost frightened her, but it aroused her even more.
"Please Mr Fitzgerald, you're driving me crazy!"
"I'm driving you crazy, dear? I thought it was the other way around."
He discarded her blouse and started to untie her white apron and unzip her skirt, leaving her in all that erotic lingerie and her high heels. Martin gasped as he saw all of her. From her back in front of him, to her front in the mirror, she was breath-taking.
"I didn't know maids could afford this kind of underwear." he smirked.
"It was a gift," she said smiling at him.
"You have a very generous boyfriend Rachel."
"You and I both know it wasn't my boyfriend."
"Oh I see, so it's not your first job?"
"Not really. So I suggest you take off your clothes, Mr Fitzgerald, if you want me to solve your little problem."
He stepped closer to her to take his previous position and touched between her legs, feeling her wetness through the thong.
"I guess we both have the same problem, Rachel."
"Yeah we do, so would you hurry up a bit please? I don't want your girlfriend to find us."
He took his clothes off quickly and stood naked behind her, looking hungrily at her. He resumed kissing her neck, travelling down her shoulders. His hands weren't idle, as he caressed her thighs and ass, setting her skin on fire. Sam decided to let him take the lead as she ground her bum into his rock hard erection, making him moan in her ear.
"Spread your legs," he whispered.
As she did what he said, he knelt behind her and took her thong off, sliding it over her long smooth legs. And before he went up again, he bit her rounded bottom hard, making her yelp.
"You look so good, I just want to devour you."
He untied her hair, letting it fall freely on her shoulders, gripping her hips tighly while he looked into her eyes through the mirror.
"I want you to look at us."
He took his shaft and rubbed it against her folds, teasing her. She moaned and leaned on the wardrobe with her hands, not trusting her own legs to support her. He entered her and whispered in her ear, "Look."
She did, and it was the most amazing sight she had ever seen - Martin sliding in and out of her, glistening with her juices. She groaned and with one of her hands reached behind her to grab his ass and push him closer to her. Martin tightened his grip to push harder into her, while she met him with each thrust, both trying to bring the other to ecstasy.
Sam didn't take long to reach her climax as she squeezed her inner muscles and panted again and again till it was over. Martin unhooked her bra and played with her hard nipples sensing he would come soon. And while Sam was looking mesmerized at the sight of their bodies united as one, he reached for her clit to help her come a second time.
"Come on honey, come for me, I know you want to."
"Want to come so much!" she panted.
He nipped one of the sensitive spots on her neck while he flicked her clit furiously And that was it, they both came at the same time, Martin pushing so hard into her that she almost crashed into the mirror and they both fell on the floor, legs and bodies tangled, spent.
Soon Sam got up and without a word went to the bathroom to take a shower. Martin was lying on the floor trying to recover when he noticed Sam was no longer there and heard the sound of the water running. He smiled and decided to join her in the bathroom. But when he got in, she shouted a "Get out!" in his direction.
"What? Why?"
"I hope you took pleasure in watching me doing all the cleaning up because you're going to do it for the next month!"
She was sitting in the bathtub, and Martin laughed to see her all riled up.
"Sure sweetie, I'll do it. With what you did to me tonight, it's the least I can do."
Her features softened up a bit.
"You really enjoyed yourself tonight, didn't you?" she asked.
"Hell yeah, but you had a great time too, admit it."
"I'm not going to lie, the mirror thing was really good."
"Can I join you?" he asked sheepishly.
"Of course sweetie."
TBC