I leave from your house after that torn with emotions I cannot understand. Trying to figure out how the heat from where your hand had turned my ass red, made me so wet that it was even now leaking onto the drivers seat of my car as I drove away, since in my haste to escape your house I had neglected to put on my panties. I had feared that if I had stayed, I would have begged for you to touch me more.
I know that when I was there and your fingers were inside me, I would have given anything for you to continue with thrusting fingers and that I would have probably let you use more than your fingers, of which I am reminded of by the ache between my legs proving how much I need to have my pussy filled and by my clit throbbing with the need to be stroked some more. Then at the same time that I realize that, there is a feeling of how wrong I am to have wanted your touches to continue.
My traitorous mind continues to think about your caresses upon me as I drive to get my son from daycare, and even further into the night as I cook dinner for my family. Upon seeing my husband I feel even more wrong in letting those things happen today, yet I can't deny to myself the fact that the thought of your hands upon me still causes my pussy to moisten as if it had been only minutes since I left your house rather than hours.
Thoughts stayed with me all through the weekend about how you had touched me and made me feel things I hadn't felt before, and I considered that maybe I shouldn't return to your house. However, the need for the job and the confusion over the feelings you had stirred when your hands were on my ass and the wetness flowing freely from my pussy as you did, succeeded in bringing me once again to your house on Tuesday.
I was confident in the fact that with you at work I would be able to put it all behind me and continue on with my job and convinced myself that as long as I did nothing else wrong, then nothing more would come of what happened on Friday.
Unfortunately, as I convinced myself that nothing else would come of it, I was more confused because I knew that deep inside myself, I wanted and maybe needed it to happen again.
While I cleaned your house, I was very aware of the memories being there brought back, the feel of your hand swatting my ass and then soothing with a soft caress. I could almost feel your finger thrusting inside my pussy while your other hand toyed with my clit. The memory being much stronger now that I was in your house, making me aches for you again.
To say that the thought of touching myself while there in your house never crossed my mind would be lying, I wanted nothing more than reach down with my hands and pretend that you were the one teasing me again, but to do that would really mean I had to admit that you had an overwhelming affect on me, and I couldn't do it.
When I go in to clean your room, is when my thoughts really get to me, I find on your bed a note addressed to me. Since I had already been having so many thoughts of you, seeing it brought back memories of finding that first note a week ago, and what I had done in order to receive that first note from you. It caused me to think of the pictures and the overwhelming need that it had brought upon me, and the fact that I laid on your bedroom floor and reached my peak.
Just like last week, I considered not reading it, but this time I would be unable to pretend that I hadn't seen it. I had to think that you knew I wouldn't go looking again, so you put it in a place that there was no way I could avoid finding it putting me in a position where I had no choice but to read what ever it was you had written inside, so I open it and begin to read.
"Hope your weekend went well. After what happened on Friday, I decided that I wanted you to come here more often. I spoke to the Temp Agency yesterday and they will be speaking with you today. You are coming to work for me full time with a pay raise to ensure that you can't turn me down just yet. You will be here at nine in the morning and so will I, in order to discuss your duties as my full time house keeper and exactly how much of a pay raise I am willing to offer in order to get you here. Remember, don't be late."
As I read, I couldn't believe the nerve of you trying to hire me to work for you full time. Part of me wondering if your reasons were of a personal motive than just merely wanting me to clean your house more often and I decided that there was no way I was going to have a part in that.
Chance for a pay raise or not I decided that I would turn down your job offer today when I went in to speak with my boss at the Temp Agency. As I left your house and headed in to speak with him, my heart pounded in anger over your assumption that I would work for you full time and also because I realized that my pussy was wet at the thought that I would be in your house every day.
It wasn't until I spoke with my boss, that I realized there was no graceful way for me to get out of becoming your full time employee. I noticed that you seemed to have pretty much sealed the deal for me, when my boss handed me my last check telling me that if I ever needed a job again to be sure to come back and talk to him. Apparently, there is some fee that must be paid before you hire someone from a Temp Agency and you had taken care of that the day before so the Agency had just assumed that it was all taken care of and I was ready to begin my new job as your full time maid. I was to drop off my uniforms the next afternoon, since it had already been discussed that my new boss man would furnish the uniforms I was to wear while working for him.
I left the Temp Agency in anger realizing that you had taken control of my job with out even discussing it with me first. I also hated knowing that I had no choices now except to go along with it and see if there was a way I could get out of this without looking like I was running from all that you made me feel.
That anger at you and the situation I was in carried me through the rest of Tuesday and right up until I was heading for your house on Wednesday to meet with you. I tried desperately to hang onto my anger at you as I arrived at your house and prepared myself to see you once again, but it seemed the closer I had gotten the anger began to fade only to be replaced with nervousness over seeing you again.
As I walked to your door, even the nervousness seemed to fade to the recesses of my mind and became replaced by excitement as for some reason the last words you spoke to me, "I will finish you up another day" came back to haunt me and I had to wonder if today would be that day.
I stepped inside your house at nine o'clock exactly. I find it funny that even though I had been mad at you since yesterday, I still didn't want to cause more trouble by being late for our meeting. No matter how much I wished that I could have avoided this meeting completely.
Then I saw you, standing there in your kitchen in almost the same pose you had been standing in while waiting for me to bend over and place my hands upon the seat of the dining room chair. It had the affect of silencing all of my thoughts of anger at you, I was no longer nervous about seeing you, just could feel the excitement of the last time we were both here together.
Against my will, my body began to respond to you, or at least the thought of you. My clit swelled with the memory of your last touch, my pussy grew damp with thoughts of your finger inside me, and my face grew slightly red at the things my body was going through just standing before you again. I began to really wonder how I was going to be able to get through this meeting with pride in tact with so many thoughts flooding my mind at this moment.