That look in your eyes, the way you moved around, and the bounce to your step. I always loved to way you moved along the halls. How you would playfully look at the guys around you. The pout to your lips as I would tease with a touch but never any further. How we would play so teasingly with each other, pushing the limits of what we could get away with. Those long calls into the late hours of the night.
Though our time together every day was limited. We knew just how to get each other to the point we needed.
That day came. We finally graduated high school. The thrill was fleeting. The party was great, but the alone time was next to none existent. How could we break away from our friends? All the plans failed. The days away from you were long. Our work schedules never aligned. The date of our separation was coming too quickly.
Finally, just when we thought it wouldn't come, a break in the storm of life.
I get home to find you waiting on the front porch. The biggest smile I had ever seen, and your makeup just beautiful. I see the glint in your eyes as to the plan you had in mind. I unlock the door and open it for you, wondering why you would be wearing that long coat on a hot summer's day.
As you enter, you slowly slip the coat off letting fall to the floor. My jaw drops in awe as I marvel at the tiny little outfit you chose for the night's events. I stand closing the door, dumbfounded, as I stare at the little maid's outfit you wear. My mind is reeling from the thoughts as to what you've planned.
You turn to me and ask, "How can I service you, sir?" I love that wicked smile on your lips.
Slowly, I reach for you.
You smack my hand away saying, "No molesting the help, sir! Yet?!?" You take my hand and lead me to the bedroom, telling me to sit on the bed before disappearing into the bathroom. Looking a bit confused, I hear you turn the bathtub on. You come back out, look me over before saying that you need to get me out of my dirty clothes. You lean down and take my boots and socks off, all the while making sure I can see your large breasts as your outfit opens in the front, giving me the best view. You then tell me to stand so you can continue, taking my shirt off and then starting on my trousers.
Leaving me in just my boxers, you push me back down and bend over to pick off my pants. Oh my god, the view is exquisite - you don't wear any panties and are already wet. I groan as I see your juices covering your now-blossoming lips. Gently, I reach out, not wanting to waste the temptation, and slowly run my finger over your wet pussy lips, getting a soft moan from you. My fingertip slowly traces your lips and finds your clit for a bit of soft play. You moan louder and buck against my finger. I pout as you stand back up and take my hand, pulling me into the bathroom.
You lead me to the bathroom and to the nice hot bath you ran for me. Reaching down, you slowly pull my boxers down, having a bit of trouble getting them around my now-erect penis. Giggling softly you start to rub me.
"Into the bath you go, sir, I will bathe you then we'll have some dinner."
How could I ever say no?
I enjoy as you soap up your hands and gently, teasingly wash my body. You pay extra care to my now throbbing cock, working the length slowly and hard. I lean back in the tub as you continue, not knowing how much more I can take.
You let go sayingy "Not yet."
I groan as you reach up and continue washing my body, leaning to kiss me softly. Happy that I am now clean, we leave the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around my waist. You lead me to the living room and sit me in my favorite chair. Teased and disturbed, I growl softly as you kneel in front of me.
"Can I get sir a drink?" you say as you lean in and kiss me softly, teasingly again.
"Some ice tea would be great," I reply.
You dutifully get up and go to the kitchen to get me my drink. After delivering it, you bound back to the kitchen to make us dinner. I watch you for a bit as you tease me while you cook.
After your teasing and the delicious meal, you come back and kneel at my feet again.
"Have I been a good girl for you, sir?"
"Missy, you are my favorite good girl."
"Sir, I have one more service I want to perform for you tonight...?"