The 18-year-old Nicaraguan maid slipped into the shadows of the laundry room, lifted her white cotton skirt to her waist, and slipped the shiny gold ladies watch under the waistband of her panties. The cool metal scraped her belly then caught in her thick pubic hair. Just as she was pushing her hand into her panties the bikini-clad woman of the house stepped into the kitchen, snapped on the lights and walked into the laundry room with an armload of dirty towels from the pool.
Marilee Gonzales froze, her eyes wide open, legs bare to her waist and one hand buried between her legs.
Nancy Reinard chuckled and shook her head as she tossed the towels into the laundry basket. She quickly scanned up the young girl's voluptuous body and smiled. "You really should wait to do that until after you've finished your chores, honey," Nancy rested one bare shoulder against the doorframe and folded her arms across her chest. Nancy was practically naked, covered only in a tiny lime-green string bikini; perfect for sunning and just enough protection to keep her sex and her nipples from a burn. As she admired the young girl's dark skin and firm round hips she felt a familiar twinge between her legs. It brought back college memories of playing in the showers and the dorm rooms that she tried to put out of her mind, but kept popping up at unexpected times. She felt her nipples stirring behind the thin cups of her top and pressed her forearms against her chest as if that would prevent them from stiffening.
"And if I catch you doing that again," Nancy nodded at Marilee's hand which was still inside her panties holding the stolen watch, "I'll ... well, I guess a spanking would be in order. That's what my mother always did whenever she caught me playing with myself." Nancy casually crossed one long leg in front of the other and squeezed her thighs tightly together at the image of the young nubile maid turned bare-assed over her lap. Nancy finally turned away and stepped back into the kitchen, pulled a beer from the refrigerator and headed back out to the pool.
Marilee watched her walk back out towards the pool, and smiled as Sra Reinard's nearly naked butt disappeared around the corner. Marilee closed her eyes and adjusted the stolen watch, pressed it carefully inside her sex and cringed as a sharp edge scraped her tender flesh. . She leaned against the washer and tugged at the thick hair around her clit, flinching at the discomfort. She rubbed her thumb across her clit just long enough to get it to poke its head out. Just as she began to lubricate she remembered where she was and quickly pushed her skirt down over her hips, picked up the load of damp towels and arranged them in the washing machine. Ten minutes later she walked out onto the pool deck to check on her employer's needs. They were nowhere in sight, and Marilee stood quietly beside the pool deciding whether to clean it now or later. She thought she could just strip off her uniform and jump into the pool - to clean it of course, as she'd done a few times when no one was home. The warm sun and cold water excited her, and she liked to lay naked on the lounge chairs and pleasure herself before going back to the hot hard work of cleaning inside or working in the kitchen.
Her fantasy was interrupted by loud voices talking behind the closed sliding doors to the owners' private master bedroom suite. Marilee still struggled with understanding English, and wasn't sure exactly what Mrs. Reinard had said to her when she was in the laundry, but she thought it was strange that she had just stood leaning against the door. She felt funny, not just from her hand on her pussy, but also from something else, something unspoken. She wondered if Mrs. Reinard wanted something more from her than her housecleaning chores. She seemed to spend a lot of time looking at her, especially when she walked around barefoot in the small hip-hugging shorts she wore to work outside.
On the other side of the glass, Mr. Martin Reinard and his wife were arguing.
"I don't care if you think she's cute or not!" he growled. "I think she's lazy and I think she's the reason we can't find things around here."
"You can't find things, dear, because the thoughtful young lady has put away your things." Nancy untied her top and dropped it on the bed then messaged her breasts. "Can't we talk about something else?" she asked as she stretched her nipples out and let them pop free. They stood erect and tempting.
"Like what?" Martin asked without turning around. He was looking out through the sheer drapes at the young maid. She was squatting down picking at something from the deck, her skirt barely covering her butt. "Look at her, just standing out there by the pool, doing nothing and getting paid. I don't trust her."
"What you pay her wouldn't make a dent in your expense schedule if you tripled it," Nancy reminded him. "So stop bitching, okay?"
He turned around to challenge his wife just as she was stepping out of her bikini bottom. Nancy sank to her knees on the carpet and reached out towards her husband. "Come here, honey," she tugged at the hem of his swimming trunks. "You seem all tense and I want to do something."
Martin's ability to resist his wife when she was naked on her knees was non-existent. He pushed down his trunks and his sudden erection popped up under Nancy's chin. For the next ten minutes he just leaned back against the thin lace privacy curtains drawn across the sliding door to the pool as Nancy worked her mouth up and down and stroked her fingers around his balls and anus until he was emptying his juices into her eager mouth.
Outside, Marilee listened for a few minutes after the talking stopped. When she realized what the Reinard's were doing, she returned to the kitchen and prepared to clean up. She slipped off her sneakers at the back door, preferring to walk barefooted and not track shoeprints on the freshly mopped floors. She preferred to be barefoot anyway. There was no need for shoes when she was inside and she especially liked the feeling of the soft grass when she was outside. She turned on the small portable radio to a Spanish station and gathered up the dishes and plates and washed them. She didn't hear Mrs. Reinard slip into the kitchen, still naked, to retrieve her watch. Marilee looked up and saw Mrs. Reinard's reflection in the window glass and just smiled at her. Nancy hurried from the room, her buttocks bouncing as she disappeared down the hall.
"I think she took the bait," Nancy said disappointment evident in her voice. "I was so sure she was a nice kid. Forgetful about where she put things we couldn't find. Shit," she sat down on the end of the bed, braced her elbows on her knees and her chin in the palm of her hands. "I guess now we'll have to hire a new maid. And I was just getting used to having this one around."
"Maybe," Martin said as he dialed the phone. "Maybe not. Let's wait until the detective gets through with his interview and then we'll know how to proceed. And you're just getting used to her has nothing to do with her work skills, my love." He smiled knowingly at his wife who was casually stroking her smoothly shaved sex before he turned away to talk on the phone without the distraction of her actions.
Nancy waited eagerly for Martin to put down the phone, and then she reached out and stroked his flaccid penis until he began to respond.
"Hon," he protested half-heartedly. "If you wanted to fuck, why did you just suck me dry?" In spite of climaxing less than ten minutes ago, her expert touch had him responding. "Besides, the cop will be here in ten minutes."
"I only need five," Nancy said as she fell back and pulled her knees up to her chin, exposing an engorged and dark red, swollen labia. "And I don't want to get pregnant," she guided his member to the entrance of her cave. "So shut up and get busy," she fell back and wrapped her legs around his hips.
Fifteen minutes later, Nancy was showering when the unmarked gray sedan from the private security service pulled up next to the gate. Martin was drying off with a towel outside by the pool and when he saw the car. He stepped back inside the bedroom and pressed the buttons on the security panel to open the gate. He pulled on a pair of nylon gym pants, stuffed his feet into leather sandals and headed out to greet his visitors. He was buttoning his flowered shirt when the two stocky detectives stepped out of the car.
