I'm a single man, 35, with my own, successful business. Not being the βmarrying kind', as they say, I live by myself. For the past several years I have employed the services of a housekeeper. Maria is a lovely, hardworking woman who has done wonderful work for me. She came here from Brazil seeking a better life for herself and her daughter after her husband was murdered. Twice a week for the last eight years Maria has cleaned my home as well as helping me prepare for parties and other special occasions. We have become very close, almost like family. I look forward to seeing her every week.
One day I came home expecting to find her finishing up. When I entered the kitchen I saw instead a beautiful Brazilian girl in tight low rider jeans and a belly shirt. When she turned to face me I almost melted. Jet black hair framed a beautiful face. Warm brown eyes regarded me and a smile curved her full lips. I was surprised to see she was fully made up and wearing jewelry. Not what I'd expect to see on a housekeeper.
"Mr. Johnson." She said in slightly accented English. "Do you remember me? Sophia?"
Of course. Sophia is Maria's daughter. I hadn't seen her in several years, not since she was a twelve-year-old tomboy. She had certainly outgrown that phase.
"My mother is sick and could not work today but she insisted that I come take good care of you." As she spoke Sophia stepped closer to me and took my hands. I was looking down at the tops of her perfect, tanned, nineteen year-old breasts. "You have been so good to us. She did not want to disappoint you." Sophia lingered on the word "disappoint" and her gaze traveled down to my crotch, which was beginning to stir.
"Okay, great." I stammered. "I'll just get out of your way then."
Sophia turned and bent over her bucket, giving me a perfect view of her tight, young ass. She stood up and looked coyly over her shoulder at me. I felt flush.
"Uh⦠I'm gonna go take a shower." I managed to stutter and then I clumsily left the room. She wasn't really coming on to me was she?
I undressed and got into the shower. I couldn't get the vision of her out of my mind. Her seductive brown eyes, her full, sensuous lips. I was sporting a major boner just thinking about her. I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower realizing that I had forgotten to bring a towel with me. The girl had me rattled, alright.
I stepped naked and dripping wet back into my bedroom. Sophia was standing there with a pile of freshly laundered towels in her arms. If she was shocked at seeing me naked, she didn't show it.
"I thought you might need these." she said. Taking a towel she stepped forward and proceeded to towel me off. My erection returned in full force.