Mary Sanchez had her long, raven hair tied in a loose bun on the back of her head, but as always she was wearing the outfit of the house - well, the new outfit. There had been a change that morning, handed down by Ms. Filmore.
The new dress was made of a different material, silkier and shinier than the last - but it still buttoned all the way down the front to the bottom of the short skirt. It was just slightly shorter, so that her stocking tops were easily visible, and scooped just a bit more in the front. She found herself constantly checking to see that her nipples were completely covered. That was another thing. The dress had no panties, and the bra did not even cover half of her breasts, it simply pushed them up and out (as though she needed that).
She found herself supremely aware of her nipples, plumping up to the size of strawberries and just under the edge of the dress, and thanked God that her husband would never see her in this outfit.
She was supervising the loading of some summer banquet furniture in the large, back house of the estate - it was called the Hall, and consisted of one huge central room, and then some other rooms such as kitchens, a small coat room and others.
There was some furniture that stayed in the room always - long, low couches and small coffee tables set against the walls, the custom designed bar stools to match the huge bar, and the expensive Persian floor rugs and wall hangings.
But today five workmen were bringing the season's dining tables and chairs and services in. They were all in good shape, which Mary tried not to notice, and ranged in ages from Troy, at eighteen, to a man called Mark - he was somewhere in his fifties, but was built like a tank.
She took an especially good liking to Troy - he was a tall young black man, handsome with short hair, and had an easy smile that made Mary feel good. It had been two weeks since the last consultation with Ms. Filmore and there had been no more embarrassing events since then - though she had accepted a cup of coffee this morning, and it had come with a wink. She laughed at something one of the men said, Ben she thought his name was, an attractive, slim man with an old fashioned mustache.
She tried not to think of the fact that she was isolated, and that her head was beginning to feel nice and light, that her body seemed to be even more sensitive than usual. The men worked quickly, but it was a long process and Mary found herself at the bar, fixing drinks and snacks for the men and talking and joking with them, and trying not to notice that they were all staring holes in her, even Troy. He was about the same age as her son at eighteen, but the way he looked at her deep cleavage and long thighs did not make her feel particularly motherly.
"Get ahold of yourself," she said softly, and told herself that nothing would happen - nothing had happened at the party after all!
There came a time when all five men were on break at once; Troy was leaning against one of the tall stools, and Mary was all to aware of the way the men were glancing at her mature, lushly curved body. Mary glanced around at the men through a long silence - they were all staring at her now, and she thought her dress was a bit low, so she reached up and tugged upward on the edge, at the same time biting her lip. She had no idea how sexy she looked, pulling the dress up, causing her big melon sized breasts to ripple and bounce slightly.
"If I may say so, Mary, that dress looks great on you," Ben said, actually twirling one tip of his mustache.
"Thanks - I feel like it makes me look like a porn star most of the time," she said, and then bit her lip as the men stared at her with wide eyes, and then a chorus of agreement, ending with one of the guys saying, AI wish you were, I'd come all over your big fuckin' tits!"
"Ohn, my! Sometimes I wish I was too," she said, and then almost hit her head - "I mean, you know, for the money," she choked herself off in embarrassment, and stood there for a long moment blushing furiously as the men stared at her. She felt one of the guys behind her pat her on the ass. The big hand lingered for a second to long on her plump ass cheek, and then squeezed just a bit before she could brush it away.
"We know what your saying, Mary," Mark said softly from directly behind her, and she knew he was the one who had so casually felt her ass.
"Hey, maybe you could help Troy with his problem, Mary," Don, the other black guy said. He was a lot bigger than Troy, taller and wider and not very good looking, but he did have a rough charm about him.
Mary decided to ignore the way her gut was roiling, the way her breasts were swelling up. She should just usher these guys on with the job and stick to her assignments, she said to herself, but she almost saw Troy blushing, and wanted to help him: "What is the problem, Troy?"
"Well, it's my girlfriend," the young man said, staring at Mrs. Sanchez=s big, firm tits. They looked like they were going to come right out of the sexy little maid's uniform.
"What's the matter honey?" Mary asked, trying to ignore the situation she found herself in.
"Well, she say's I'm to big," Troy said sheepishly, and at her blank look said, "You know, that my penis is to large."
"Oh, umm, well, I . . . I'm not sure what to say to - umm, to that . . ." Mary slowly trailed off.
"Why don't you show her, Troy?" one of the other men said, she was not sure who. She felt a hand slip onto her hip, but decided to ignore it. Her arms felt as though they weighed a thousand pounds.
Troy was staring at her eyes, and casually reaching down to his zipper. "It really would mean a lot to me - you seem so nice, and I would really value your opinion," Troy said, and when Mary did not say anything he flipped open his pants and then pushed them down his thick, muscular legs and leaned back against the barstool.
