Henry And Marilyn Ch 01

Henry lived with his parents and his cousin Riley. They lived in a duplex but owned another house just next to it which was the boy's quarters. That's where Joseph the yard man lived. The quarters were big enough to house two families though, and so Marilyn the new housekeeper was given a room there. Henry had seen many housekeepers come and go since he was a child, -and he had had some good experiences with a few of them- Marilyn wasn't going to be any different though, for she made it clear to Henry's parents that she would only be staying for two months; she would be leaving when school gets back in session.

Marilyn was such a sweet girl, she cleaned the house every morning, she helped his mom out in the kitchen, and she called him "Henny." The sound of her voice always gave Henry a twitch in his crotch. Henry was 22 and was only two years older than her. He was in his sophomore year in college, and was also on holiday, but he didn't have to work for money; his parents were rich.

In the first two weeks of Marilyn's service, the sexual tension between her and Henry was palpable, but neither of them made a move; Henry being scared that she might reject his advance and report to his parents, and Marilyn afraid that he might reject her advance and report to his parents.

One day, it so happened that Henry was playing a song from his laptop and Marilyn liked it. She gave her phone to Henry to transfer the song to her, and he decided to snoop around. He was thrilled to come upon her porn collection. She loved watching ebony girls get pounded by big dicks.

"I bet she'd love taking my full seven inches!" He thought.

"Wait, why would she give me her phone if she has porn on it? This must be some kind of signal!" Henry decided to reply with a sign of his own. He deleted her porn collection and replaced it with his- babysitters getting pounded.

"Here's your phone, I've put the song in it."

"Oh thanks Henny, you're so sweet. If you have anything else you think I'd like, I'd love to have them. But that would have to be later though."

"Oh I have more, I have lots more." Henry thought to himself, a sly grin on his face as he returned to his room from the kitchen. Things were now in motion.

The next night, Henry's parents were in their room upstairs as usual. Marilyn and Riley had just finished making dinner and Henry was in the living room with them. They were all eating and watching Moana, but only Riley was watching. Henry and Marilyn were exchanging sultry glances from time to time until Henry decided he'd had enough and faked a cough, leaving to the kitchen to get water. Marilyn waited a few seconds, then took her plate and went to wash it off as she had finished her meal.

Henry knew the plan had worked when he heard Marilyn's footsteps approaching the kitchen. He paced himself so that they would meet at the kitchen door.

"I see you're done with your meal." He said, pointing to her empty plate.

"Yeah." She replied with a grin.

"You cook just like my mum, except your food is a lot more spicy." Henry faked another cough.

He had begun to lose his ground. This was not at all what he planned. Staring into the face of this angel gave him cold feet. Her smile was like the crescent of the moon, cute dimples crested each cheek on her face, and the black outgrowth just above her lips sucked in all his focus like an attention vortex. The cleavage of her 34c cup breasts were almost glistening, the whole of her body, her rich dark skin, was almost glistening in the light of the kitchen bulb.

He was still stuttering and trying to find words to say when she moved in to kiss him. Her skin was as soft as jelly. It was like God found a way to blend velvet and silk together. As he returned the kiss, he raised his arms to her face and caressed her. The warmth of her breath was like the sensation of steam from a hot shower, he felt like inhaling all of it! She lifted her left arm around him and rubbed his back, holding onto her plate with her right. Henry had kissed so many girls before, but this was the kiss of a lifetime.

He was lost in it and felt himself drifting on a cloud of fireworks, soft but explosive. He wished it would never stop, but the sound of his mother coming down the stairs jolted them and Henry hurried back to the living room.

After cleaning up her plate, Marilyn returned to the living room to finish the movie, but she couldn't concentrate. She had to say goodnight to Henry, and Riley who was oblivious to everything going on.

Marilyn half-sprinted back to her quarters, and as soon as she got into her room, she bolted the door behind her as she exhaled; her thoughts lingering on what had just happened. She knew Henry had been ogling her since she arrived, and she lusted after him too, but the experience of that kiss was nothing like she'd expected. Henry was the perfect kisser, he knew exactly when and where to move his tongue, and he alternatively sucked on her upper and lower lips in the most intimate way. The way he caressed her face was like a sculptor making finishing touches to his art. She fell on her bed and let her right hand slide into her skirt as she thought of the feeling of his toned muscles which she felt when she rubbed his back. She began to fondle her clitoris, then she slipped two fingers into her vagina, thrusting them in and out ferociously. She wobbled as she hit orgasm and she wondered if Henry thought she was a good kisser as she drifted off to sleep.