I had asked my boss if I could get some personal time. I was feeling out of sorts, too much on my mind, so I left early. I unbuttoned my shirt and thought I'd forego the gym just to get home and take a shower. Driving home, I realized that Beth had hired a maid to take care of the house since she just started working again and since I normally work late, I never got to meet her.
I shrugged my shoulders and thought I would just tell her she could retire early, but when I opened the door, telling her to leave was the last thing on my mind! She was 10 years my senior and her face was so sensual. She looked
like she was from Latin America, her eyes bright green against her dark skin. She wore a dark lipstick and it just brought out her exotic look that much more.
I think I surprised her, because she jumped at the sound of the door opening
and her heavy breasts jumped with her. What I pictured as a maid was not this sexy lady in front of me...
"Uh, hi. I’m Marc, Beth’s husband."
Her lips pursed and she smiled and recognition appeared, probably from the pictures around the house.
"Oh yes, how are you...I'm Karen."
Her handshake was firm and I could see she worked out quite a bit by the strength in her grip. I don't know why but I lingered at her grasp, she pulled away and I blushed with embarrassment. Her blouse revealed an ample cleavage and Beth was also endowed but there was something so sensual about this woman that was driving me crazy. "Can I get you anything?" She asked me, her hands on her hips as she followed my eyes to her breasts. I looked away quickly and shook my head "No thank-you, nice meeting you."
As I started walking down the hall, I could feel her staring at me so I turned to see if I was correct or just fantasizing…I was right. She walked up to me, her hand reaching for my forehead "Are you feeling ok?" she asked in her thick Latino accent. "C'mon, let me take care of you." She whispered but more concerned of my actual health, I supposed.
She kept smiling at me, her huge eyes glancing at me as she took my arm and held it to her, rubbing against her breasts. I could tell her hips were swaying exaggeratedly but I must have been really tired because I really didn't know what she was doing. She took me into my bedroom and laid me down. Karen reached over me and grabbed another pillow, her cleavage nearly engulfing my nose. "You feel hot and you look flush?" She asked but more as a statement. I nodded, my hand slowly letting go of hers as I started to get comfortable on the bed. I had to ask, "How long have you worked for us?"
She shook her head "Not very long, but now seeing you I should have got to know you sooner, you look like you need my help. You look completely stressed out!" she grasped my hand again and held it up to her chest. She shook her finger at me. I smiled, "Yea…pretty stressed out."