When Marin opened the boxes, she only sighed and stated, "Really? Is this the full extent of your imagination? This?"
I laughed and asked if she would wear it. It was not an order, she was not required to wear it, and if she would wear it then it was only to be worn here, inside my house.
Marin asked, "How short is it? Is it see-through?"
'Only one way to tell. Try it on if you please.' I asked firmly.
Marin spent 5 minutes in the bathroom getting everything ready.
When she stepped out, I nearly blew a load of semen in my pants. A short, black and white naughty French maid outfit. Very short. Very low cut with garter belts, nylons, and frilly lace choker and tiara. Best of all was the authentic looking feather duster.
I asked Marin if I could take pictures and she smiled, stated "if you must." And posed for me. Leaning over, squishing her tits together, smiling, bending over and showing her butt and teasing herself with the duster as she leaned on the wall.
I did not realize but the dress was very short. Even standing up I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks and a hint of her pussy lips. The smallest black see-through G-string in existence barely covered her pussy. I was truly amazed she would wear it, try it on, or even let me photograph her in it.
I rushed over to her and showed her my phone. The pictures were incredible. She was truly a gifted model. Marin giggled, enjoyed the pictures, and walked away to the kitchen while stating in the best French accent "Follow me monsieur".
She must have been intentionally wiggling her hips. The dress swayed back and forth a lot. She must be Hawaiian for her hips to move that much.
In the kitchen she cooked me some dinner, prepared some fruit, and popped some popcorn. We went up to the cinema to watch a movie. She was required to watch a movie with me since she had used the gym. I sat in the best spot. Center stage, in the large soft reclining chairs, and food all around me. I usually eat junk candy and soda. But tonight was healthy food. Not that I minded. Marin was with me.
'Scary? Adventure? Sci-Fi? Classic? Comedy? And last but not least. Romantic? What kind of movies do you like?' I asked.
Marin shrugged and stated, "Not sure. I don't really have much time. Show me your favorite."
'Ugh. There are so many classics and not to mention crazy long adventure movies or series.' I stated exasperated.
'Fine. Alien.' I finally decided.
Marin had sat next to me. Her maid outfit had bunched up. Her feet are in my lap. Her legs and knees on the arm of my chair. She watched, mesmerized, not a word, not a question. She jumped at the right parts, laughed at the right parts, and cried at the right parts.
In the end she asked if we could watch it again.
'It's getting late. Or do you want to sleep over?' I asked. Hoping.
"You are right. Can I change into my normal clothes?" She asked. Not a hint of upset tone in her voice.
'I only bought it as a gag. You tried it on. That was the whole extent of the uniform. You are not required to ever wear it again.' I stated, but also hoped.
"If you buy me clothes. I will wear them. If you buy me more of these outfits. I will wear them. Is this a Halloween costume?" she asked.
'Kinda. Its from a sexy women's novelty website. It has lingerie, toys, costumes, clothes, dancing rave type clothes, and all kinds of other stuff.' As I showed her the website on my phone.
"Ooh. Crazy. What is that silver thing?" She asked.
'Uh. That. Well. It's a butt plug.' I told her. Nervously.
"Why would anyone want to plug their butt?" she asked honestly.
'Well, some people like the feeling of touching their anus, to penetrate them slightly, or a lot. Wearing it can stretch the muscles a small amount, give you pleasure, and prepare you for something larger.' I said while showing her a set of 5 plugs.
"Wow. Butt stuff. I have heard men talk about it. Didn't think it was real. Have you done anal?" She asked.
I nearly spewed my drink out of my mouth. She was rather forward. 'Yes. Two girlfriends ago. I was with a woman for 2 years. For fun she asked if we could try it. We did a little this and that, but she did not like my dick in her ass. She complained it was too much.' I explained.
This was the first real conversation I could remember having with Marin. Too bad it was about my sex life.
'What about you?' I asked as normally as I could.
"Oh no. My parents are really restrictive and controlling. We were raised in a very conservative church too. I've only ever held hands, kissed a boy on the mouth, and seen a penis or two. I better get going." She stated while getting up. I wasn't sure if I made her uncomfortable or annoyed with me.
Her warm feet left my lap, her long tan legs swung over the arm of the chair, and onto the ground. A quick upskirt peek at her pussy in the tiny G-string. Still in her maid outfit she walked to the entryway bathroom, changed her clothes, and came out in her work out set. She handed me the maid's outfit with a smile. "Buy me more if you like them. My parents would be upset if they saw any of these. Can we keep them here?" she asked.
'Sure. I have 10 bedrooms and walk in closets.' I explained.
Marin left, walking with a bounce in her step, and a smile on her face. Conservative family? Her married mother was topless sunbathing at my pool. I massaged her near naked body with my hands, I massaged her tits with lotion and her ass with lotion. She then covered me in the same lotion and stroked my cock. She then kissed me on the lips. Conservative my ass.
I hung the maid outfit in the nearest bedroom closet and ran to the garage. It was dinner time, and she ate with her family before returning to her room. Betsy entered her room, stripped off her clothes, and went back to reading her book naked. Kate milled around, organizing clothes, and trying on new items. Liz was dancing with her headphones on.
I heard arguing on one of the microphones. It must have been Lisa and Russ. It was difficult because I often had two sounds going on at the same time. Isolating them was difficult. I heard "No. You have been bad. You know you have. You need to change your attitude. Then you might get some." It was Lisa's voice. Russ must have been in some sort of trouble.
"Please. You have been wearing such tiny things lately. I'm so hard." Russ stated.
"No. Change your attitude and we shall see. I will watch you do it if that helps." I heard Lisa say stubbornly.
"Fine. But I won't eat it." Russ stated with an attitude.
"The fuck you won't. If you won't eat it, then you are not allowed to spurt it." Lisa said. Her foot firmly planted, ending the argument.
Then all I heard was grunting, laughing, and spanking sounds. It was difficult to determine which sound was coming from where with Liz dancing and her music playing. Several minutes went by.
