Maid for Him
She danced around the room in a French maid outfit, fully equipped with a thick feather duster. The music was playing full blast, and she was shaking just about every part of herself, as she dusted from the ceiling to the floor in his living room. She had on white thigh-high stockings and platform red stiletto heels in addition to the skimpy maid outfit. He could see the hint of the bottom of her butt cheeks under all the white frilly under-skirt. Her shoulder auburn length hair was pinned up and she had a black ribbon around her neck tied with a small bow, the dangling ends brushed enticingly across her boosted and exposed cleavage.
Her back was to the door and she hadn't heard him enter. He quickly put his bags down and made no effort to hide that he was watching. He wondered how long it would take her to realize he was home, hoping it would take a while; he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
It wasn't long, she had felt the cold breeze on the bare parts of her legs and ass a few seconds after he had walked through the door, but she had no intention of stopping when it was getting interesting.
Instead she kept her back towards him and put more hip into her dancing, "let him think I don't know he's here, it's so much more fun that way," she thought as a mischievous smile brightened her face.
She kept the dancing up for a few minutes, her dancing ever increasing in its sexual overtones. Brushing the feathers of the duster across cleavage before dropping it on the floor and, as she bent at the hips to pick it up, she bounced her ass up and down her bare cheeks clear to his view. Then gyrating more as she straightened up again intent in placing the duster on a shelf in front of her, finished with it for now. Her hands started wandering over her body as she shifted her weight from foot to foot and swiveled her hips while dancing.
He found himself leaning forward onto his toes towards her, pulled in by her magnetism and his urge to help explore her curves. She suddenly spun around to face him, looked him straight in the eye, catching him half off balance and winked.
Instead of being startled or embarrassed when she saw him like he had expected, she had a twinkle in her eye and a smile that read as, "haha, I caught you staring; I hope you enjoyed the show."
The music was blaring so there was no point in saying anything, so he smiled back at her. He pulled out his phone and opened the app that controlled his sound system and turned the volume down and switched the playlist to something slower and less thumping. He would save the thumping for her; he smiled wider at the thought.
"Oui, monsieur?" She displayed herself for his viewing, "you like zeese?" Placing her hands under her breasts and boosting them even higher.
"Mmmmmm-hmmmm, monsieur likes very, very much."
She danced toward him enticing him to loosen up. She backed him into a comfortable chair and started to loosen his work clothes. His shirt off she knelt in front of him and kissed him while she reached for a jar of coconut oil she had placed on the coffee table to the side of the chair he occupied. She stood again unscrewing the jar and fishing out a large bean sized amount with the back of her index fingernail. She set the jar back on the table and warmed the oil to liquid in her grasp. She kneaded his shoulders and upper arms first, still dancing in front of him, then moved around behind him, as she concentrated her efforts on one isolated region of his body at a time, before moving to another. She slowly eased the tension in the muscles of his shoulders and upper back. When she got to his arms, she slowly moved around in front of him again, and he realized that she no longer had the maid outfit on any longer.
He briefly wondered how she had taken it off while massaging him; instead she wore a white corset with a white lace thong, the thigh-highs, and the red stilettos . She took her time massaging each arm individually with extra attention paid to the muscle heads.
