After a long hard day at work, and heading home in heavy traffic, you feel exhausted and ready to end the night with a glass of wine and a good book.
Pulling into the driveway and heading up the stairs, you get the feeling that something is not right.
"Where's my husband's car?" you question to yourself.
As you open the door, you hear someone inside, in the kitchen. Heading that direction, you smell the gentle scent of cookies baking in the over.
"My husband would not make cookies, he doesn't know how."
As you round the corner into the kitchen, you are taken back at the site of a beautiful, long legged woman dressed as a maid, her short skirt barely covering her her black bikini brief panties. She is scrubbing the floors on her hands and knees. Her hair is blonde with a hint of strawberry red, skin darkened by the summer sun. You start to feel yourself lusting after this beauty, but stop yourself mid thought.
"Excuse me," you say with a stern tone.
She stops. Then slowly turns, around and as soon as she spots you, she smiles a devilish smile.
"Wi?" she says.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"
"Oh madam, I clean for you." The maid replies.
"Why?" You continue.
"Monsieur, hire me." She proclaims.
Confused you excuse yourself from the kitchen and search for your husband in the house. He is nowhere to be found, so you decide to call him and get to the bottom of why a strange woman is alone in the house. Alone in your bedroom, you call your husband and it rings and rings. No answer and goes to voicemail.
"Call me back and tell me why this woman is in my house alone!" You exclaim to his voicemail.
As you put the phone on your dresser and let out a soft sigh, you turn around hearing someone in the doorway. Standing there is the intruder to your home.
You gaze at her outfit that is barely covering her body. Her strawberry blonde hair gently resting over her shoulder full of life and gentle curls. The outfit a typical black mini dress with a white apron is exposing the curvature of her bosom. You see the hint of a lacy bra peeking out from where the dress does not reach. Her skirt is barely covering her black bikini briefs and exposing her tan feminine thighs. She is wearing black socks that come up to her knees.
She speaks, "Madam, is everything alright?" her French accent now subtle with genuine concern.
"I don't know why you are here and I really don't understand what you are doing for my husband." You say in reply.
"Madam, I'm here to help anyway I can." She states, as she starts walking your direction, crossing her legs every step she takes in a seductive manner.
Your eyes widening, heart starting to beat harder, you take a slight step back. "Is she crazy?" Thinking to yourself. "What is she planning on doing?"
As she approaches you, she is staring at your button down blouse. Gently she pulls down exposing your bra to her eyes.
"Madam, you are very well endowed." She claims.
Tilting her head up to your eyes and staring directly into them, she pauses. Her scent is intoxicating and fills your lungs with pure lust.
"What is she doing? She knows I'm married and I will not tolerate this. However, I can not seem to pull myself away from her. Am I attracted to her? I've never felt this way before about a woman."
You motion her back stretching out your arms as you step backwards from her.
"No. This is not going to happen." You say in a strict tone.
The French maid steps back in confusion. "Madam, please let me help you," and she starts to unbutton the front of her outfit. Slowly taking each button through the hole and exposing her lacy black bra.
Her breasts only exposed from the top of the low cut bra, as you stare in amusement of how perfectly round they are. You start feeling a slight tingle in your lady parts.
"STOP!" You proclaim. "You need to get out of my house now!"
