He had watched her work that morning as he did any morning, every morning he could. Admiring her quiet efficiency, her centeredness as she pursued each small task. Her seeming obliviousness to his close (and poorly disguised) observation.
Her obliviousness was anything but. She could feel his eyes pick apart every seam of her dress. Every day. The energy of his gaze made her quiver. Even when his guests were with him, his attention on her barely wavered. It puzzled her yet thrilled her, to hold his attention so, if even in passing. But why? She had tried to talk of it a little, shyly, with her friend Si Lun, but that had been a mistake. Her crass suggestions had made Mi Lai's ears burn with shame. Si Lum had laughed and said that she would do the job instead, then laughed much more at Mi Lai's instant, clumsy, anger.
It was much later that night Mi Lai allowed herself a surge of other thoughts on Si Lum's suggestions. Picturing them in her mind. The forwardness. The seductive entrapment. Having him suckle her proffered breasts, swallowing his desire with eager hunger. Simple, hopeless, fantasy. But it turned in her mind, swirling and colliding images that filled each night until the meekness of each day became unbearable. So that morning she had found herself quietly stepping out of her panties, without even looking down from the mirror where she had just finished preparing. An unseen gesture. To her nighttime longing and daytime dedication. Unseen. But correct. Every stitch on her body, every moment of her preparation, was for his benefit. Had been for months. This was just one more like the others. He would not know it. But she would.
He was all that she was not - all that she feared and admired. Powerful, educated, Western, wealthy. A man of consequence. But for him, she was just as otherworldly and unattainable - beautiful, exotic, delicate. Poised.
His own gesture that day was equally unheralded - surprising himself with the boldness of his advance, and her welcome of it. His arm had curled impetuously around that slim waist as she made to pass by him. As she had a hundred times before. It was but the act of a moment. But it was enough. She turned into him without hesitation, and they stood there. Together. His arm barely, lightly, around her waist. But her cinnamon smoothness, her intoxicating cheek, just one inch from him. Each point where their bodies touched so conscious and unquestionable. The charge that had gather on her lips leapt across the gap as she tilted her head up and forward, following his warm breath to his warm mouth. Her breath caught at her own daring, and at the honey lemon taste of his surprise. His arm curled tighter, more completely, enclosing her in a new reality into which her fantasies would now cascade.
Her fingers - gentle, nimble, determined - untangled him from imprisonment. He was free even as his hands laid bare the secret her hips had worn to work for him and they both tumbled into the generous armchair.
"Uhh.." spreading her knees and twisting slightly in his lap, Mi Lai moaned. She could feel the unmistakable warmth of his manhood, questing. Pressing against her bareness. Her panties had been discarded in mere idle hope, not slightest expectation. But it meant she was ready under the taunt hem of her uniform. More than ready. The slickness of her own anticipation smoothly guided his tip into her, without intervention or effort.
