I live alone in my own apartment in the suburbs. Most of my time is spent working long hours so that doesn't give me much time keeping my place in order. I thought it might be a good idea to get myself a housekeeper or at the very least someone just to clean up and keep the place in somewhat of an orderly fashion.
I placed an ad in the paper and over the week got quite a few calls about the job. I wasn't looking to spend a fortune. All I wanted was someone a day or two a week to keep my place clean. By the end of the week I had asked three of the phone callers to visit so I could interview them in more depth.
The first two didn't impress me much, but the third girl I hired on the spot. Her name was Hope. It wasn't so much that her qualifications were perfect for the job because she never did this type of work before. In fact, this was her first job. After chatting with her for over an hour I was feeling a bit sorry for her. She had just turned eighteen years old and lived with her mother. Now that she was out of school she wanted to earn some income for herself and to help with the household expenses. That rather impressed me that a young teenage girl was willing to help her mother out like that.
I had to ask a lot of questions, as Hope was kind of a quiet girl. It was difficult at first getting her to open up. It was obvious she had never been on an interview before. She was so nervous and shy. Of course her looks didn't hurt her chances of me hiring her. At eighteen years old she looked a bit younger, but her 5' 6" figure was developing nicely. She had an extremely pretty face with shoulder length brown hair. Although her breasts were quite petite, I knew in a few years she was going to be a knockout. Yet I wondered what they looked like now. Those breasts must be so sweet looking and her nipples for sure had to be a sight to see. My eyes glanced down her whole body admiring her slim waist, shapely hips and perfectly proportioned behind. She had on a pair of white slacks. When she stood up I could see the outline of her panties underneath. That just made me want to see her incredible ass that much more.
So like I said, I hired her. Hope was going to clean up for me two days a week. Honestly, I did think of what it would be like screwing her, but she was so shy and innocent that the idea just seemed too far-fetched. She was just too nice of a girl.
A few weeks went by and Hope performed her chores perfectly. I couldn't have asked for more.
It was a Saturday afternoon and Hope was doing her normal duties. I happened to be home without much to do that day. It was one of those rare occasions that I had the TV on and relaxing. I'm trying to remember exactly how it started. I know Hope walked in front of me. She was looking particularly sexy that day. She was wearing a white clingy button down shirt that flowed so nicely over her cute petite breasts. I could see the points of her nipples poking through. And complimenting that was a pair of white shorts that showed off her incredible ass. I don't know what made her decide on a pair of pastel colored underwear, but I immediately was looking through her shorts at the outline of her skimpy pink panties. That reminded me of the day I interviewed her and all the dirty thoughts I had.
She turned back looking over at me sensing I was staring at her. Then it just came out of my mouth. "Hope, you sure are pretty." Her face became red and blushed from my comment. After a pause that seemed to last forever she asked. "You really think so? I'm pretty?"
It seemed like such a silly response coming from her. But then I realized how shy and quiet she was. I guess she lacked a lot confidence in herself and her looks.
"Hope, don't you realize how pretty you are." Where was this boldness in me coming from? Hope was less than half my age. She just stood there with a slight glimmer of a smile starting on her face from my comment. I stood up and walked over to her.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked. She shook her head "no." I reached to her face stroking her cheek with the back of my hand. "Well, you "are" very pretty Hope. Very pretty." As my fingers stroked her cheek once again I could see her eyes filling up. She reached to my hand touching it with hers.
"Nobody has ever told me that." She replied with an overwhelming emotion.
My God what was happening. I was stimulating an emotion in this girl that had never been tapped before. I could only imagine what she was feeling inside. And what do I do now? What do I say next?
"Hope," I paused a moment stumbling on what to say to her. "Do...you want me to stop?" I don't even know what I meant by that. Stop what? I was only stroking her cheek. But I could feel the tension that was growing. There was a strong sexual overtone in the room and Hope knew it as well as I did. At that moment I wanted her so bad. I wanted to grab her, kiss her and do all the nasty things that were running through my mind. But instead I waited for her answer.
"N...o,.. don't stop." And she closed her eyes for a moment.
An excitement level was racing through my body. I wondered if I was the first to give her attention like this.
"Has any man ever touched you before?" I asked. Hope stood there staring at me looking afraid to answer. But I knew what that answer was. "That's okay Hope. Don't say anything."
I ran my hand down her cheek one more time. She closed her eyes again taking it all in. It was as if she were saying, "go ahead take me." I let my hand wander down to her chest running my fingers over the material covering her cute little breasts. I could feel her nipples hardening even through her shirt and bra. She let out this soft little moan.
"Look at me Hope," I whispered only inches from her face.
She opened her eyes and stared directly into mine. As I stared back I began unbuttoning her blouse. She didn't resist or try to stop me. I got to the last button and pushed her blouse up over her shoulders letting it fall off to the floor. I cupped her small, pert, bra covered breasts in my hands. Then I reached behind her and unsnapped it letting it fall away. My God what an incredible sight. Her breasts were so beautiful, so petite and pert. And her nipples were so soft and tender. They were like what I've seen in so many magazines being large and puffed out, extending full from her breasts. I couldn't resist taking them in my mouth.
