It should come as no surprise, especially to myself, that I had wound up in this particular position. I do not, in this instance, refer to a physical pose; although various bodily orientations of a particular type were, without doubt, forthcoming. I refer to that specific intersection of time and space, and the circumstance in which is it surrounded. Whether by my own agency, or through myriad external forces: there I was.
Not that I was complaining.
I suppose it was inevitable. The next logical step in a long series of events. Naturally, I was excited, but I felt little else. Like a leaf on a swiftly flowing river, my path had been clear from the beginning, and I was simply following it to its intended destination. Likely not a final destination, I thought absently; just another stop along to the way. The way to where, though? Where would this end? How would this end? Maybe this path wasn't the only one after all; it was simply the most obvious. When I considered it, the multitude of potential outcomes began to appear like the veins of that floating leaf if it were plucked from the flowing water and held up to the sun. It was daunting.
"Ok honey, are you sitting down? Close your eyes!" I heard the sweet female voice call from the stairwell down the hall.
My attention was drawn back to the present, and I smiled to myself as I shifted on the living room couch, reclining slightly and closing my eyes.
"Alright, they're closed!" I called back.
I heard heeled footsteps descend the stairs and click along the hardwood floor of the hallway. I resisted the urge to open my eyes, my mind already swirling with images of what I might behold. From the adjoined open-plan kitchen I heard the refrigerator door open and the clink of a bottle, then a sharp hiss of air, then the clicking heels again, coming closer now. Finally, the footsteps were muffled by the living room rug, and an aroma of sweet perfume met my nostrils. I felt my skin tingle in excitement.
"Can I open them now?" I asked.
A pause, then, "Yes. Open them."
The vision that met my eyes was heavenly. Sadira Kashani stood directly in front of me, her feet together, body straight as a ruler, one arm behind her, the other held up like she was carrying a tray, a bottle of beer balanced on her upturned palm. Her outfit took my breath away.
She wore a french maid's-outfit-style negligee. The cups of her black apron babydoll with white lace trim pushed her breasts up and together creating voluptuous cleavage. The apron was sheer black with stitched white lace designs, showing off her tiny black ruffled panties skirted by a minuscule fringe around the top. Her legs were clad in sheer black thigh high stockings and black high heels. Around her delicate neck was a black and white bow tie choker, and her outfit was topped off with a white maid's cap sitting among the locks of her tousled, thick black hair.
"I've brought you a beer, sir," she said in a high voice, bending at the waist and offering me the sweating bottle.
As she leaned over, her large breasts nearly spilled out of her snug bra. She smiled at me and her deep brown eyes sparkled within her mascara and eye shadow. I blinked, taking it all in, my cock already stirring in my pants.
"Well... thank you kindly," I finally managed to utter after clearing my throat.
I reached out and took the beer and Sadi straightened up again, folding her hands properly in front of her. I took a sip, my eyes not leaving her body. I sighed and smacked my lips, thanking the stars once again for my good fortune.
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I wasn't sure if Helen or Michelle had spoken about my escapades with them to Sadi, but in the end I decided it didn't matter. Sadi had called me while I was at work the day before last, asking if I was free on Friday evening.
"I was planning on having some after work drinks with some friends, but if you have a better suggestion..." I hinted, leaning back in my office chair.
"My husband is away on business for the week, and Aysha is staying at a friend's place all weekend. Why don't you swing by my house after work? I'm sure your friends can have drinks without you."
"Yes, they'll manage," I chuckled. "I'd love to join you."
"Good. Seven o'clock. Don't keep me waiting. I'll leave the front door open so you can let yourself in," she replied, betraying some excitement in her voice.
"Will do. Say, what took you so long to... get in touch? I've been thinking about you ever since that day at Carmen's," I said.
"I was just waiting for the right moment. I've got a husband and daughter to consider. But now the stars have aligned and I want your big cock so bad I can taste it," she spoke huskily into the phone, then giggled.
"Ask and you shall receive. I'll see you Friday."
"Don't be late," she said sternly, then hung up.
I immediately began composing a text to my mates telling them I wouldn't be able to do drinks after all.
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"Wow," I said, dumbfounded, "you look incredible, Sadi."
"Oh... it's improper to address the help by name, sir. Please call me 'maid'," she replied with a cheeky smile on her lips.
So it was roleplay she wanted. I grinned and took another sip of my beer.
"I see. And what activities might you have planned for this evening, maid?"
"Whatever master desires, of course. I am here to serve you, sir," said Sadi, blushing at her own submissive words.
"My very own sexy maid, hmm?" I nodded approvingly. "Let's make sure your uniform and presentation meet the standard requirements. Turn around for me, slowly."
Sadi nodded and put her arms at her sides, her fingers pointing out to the side and parallel to the floor like a ballerina, then slowly turned. I drank in the view of her caramel-coloured skin, the frills and lace of her lingerie, her dainty poise. When she turned her bottom toward me, she looked over her shoulder, tipping her ass up slightly. My heart pounded in my chest as I beheld her perfect, toned buttocks, the extremely short fringe at the waistband not nearly long enough to cover her ass. Her thong was tucked neatly between her ass cheeks, and her stocking-clad legs were in perfect proportion with her magnificent rear.
I pursed my lips and shifted on the couch, my cock swelling rapidly. I loosened my tie and sipped my beer again.
"Stop. Bend over. Show me that sweet ass, maid."
"Yes sir."
Still looking over her shoulder at me, she began to bend at the waist, lowering her torso agonisingly slowly as I marveled at her perfect ass. Her cheeks parted slightly, showing me more of the lacy fabric of her thong covering her asshole. She slid her hands down her legs until she gripped her ankles, still looking at me past her leg.
"Very nice," I murmured, now seeing her pussy lips barely concealed by the fabric of her panties.
"Stand up again. I want you to strut for me. Walk back and forth so I can see your posture. I won't have a slovenly maid in my presence," I commanded.
She stood straight again, then turned and began pacing along the carpet in front of me, her back straight as a rod, her big tits pushed out until I thought they would burst from her bra.
"Don't walk like you've got a cock in your ass. That will come later. Sway your hips. Be sexy, but refined," I said, guiding her with my voice.
She put one hand on her hip and strutted up and down the carpet, now swaying her hips erotically, but maintaining her poise, glancing at me for my approval.
"Is this better, sir?" she asked.
"Much better," I replied, sipping my beer and adjusting the crotch of my trousers, which were beginning to feel uncomfortable.
Sadira noticed this and paused for a moment in front of me.
"Oh... are you uncomfortable? Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked innocently.
"I'm suddenly feeling tight in my trousers, actually. Why don't you feel for yourself?" I offered, looking down at the growing rod-shaped bulge in my pants.
I spread my knees apart and Sadi stood between them, bending down and reaching out to gently caress my bulge.
"Oh my, sir..." she said in mock surprise, and giggled. "I didn't cause you this discomfort, did I?"
"You most certainly did, maid. Now turn around. I want you to rub your beautiful ass on it," I ordered.
She swiftly obeyed, turning around and lowering her magnificent buttocks to my crotch, placing her hands on the tops of my thighs for support. She rested her ass against my throbbing cock, pushing down on it firmly.
"It's very hard, sir. I can feel it pushing between my ass cheeks," she said in a breathy voice.
"Mmmm, now rub it. Stroke it with your ass," I said, reaching down to lift the short frills of her panties up so I could have a better view of her ass.
"But sir... you're my employer. And I'm a married woman. It's not proper..." she protested, looking coyly over her shoulder at me.
"Don't lecture me on what's proper. It's because I'm your employer that you'll obey me. Marital status is irrelevant. Now do as I ask: rub your ass on my cock," I reproached her sternly.
"Yes sir!" she squeaked, then tipped her ass up, sliding it along my shaft and back again, her buttocks caressing my length through my trousers.
I moaned and sipped my beer again, then set it on the side table so I could reach down and caress her sexy ass as she rubbed it against me. I could hear her breathing become heavier as she rubbed me, and her hands tightened their grip on my thighs.
"You like how that feels, maid?"
