Getting a New Maid

When my wife went back to work and I decided to work from home, I thought it was going to be a good thing. It all started well; I had the house to myself during the day, and when she came home, we would spend quality time together. Then came her promotion; the longer hours, and quality time ended up with me being a sleep by the time she wandered in. Adding to the struggle, my business started doing better, so keeping up with the house duties became more difficult. My wife had the idea of finding a maid to help out around the house; she would do laundry, clean, and even help cook meals when I needed it.



Fortunately, the interview process was easy because my wife had a friend who used a particular service; however, we were warned that many of the workers were illegal immigrants, so we would have to be discreet. About a week after our decision to find help, Maria showed up at the front door. I must admit though, I was not expecting Maria to be as young and attractive as she was. When I opened the door, I was half expecting a 50-60 year old Latina woman with a cranky disposition; instead, there was this early 20s vision of beauty with long brown hair, hazel eyes, an lovely girlish figure and a nervous smile that made me melt. I knew from the previous warning that Maria understood English well, but was not very good at speaking it. I knew this would be a small problem, because I did not know Spanish at all.

My wife was already at work, so it was up to me to get her situated with her duties and to show her around the house. We were pretty well off, and the house was large, even though we used very little of it these days. Maria was mainly going to focus on cleaning and laundry as well as light upkeep of the rooms left vacant lately. I was pleased that the tour went better than expected; Maria seemed to understand every word I said and after each instruction would simply reply with a shy smile and a “Si, Mister Juan.” My name is John, but the fact was that I loved the way she said it better.

As I finished the tour, I grabbed a bag that my wife had left on the kitchen counter for Maria; she said she thought I would enjoy the traditional idea of the maid outfit on our new girl. The concept might not have been that great had I not seen how attractive our “new girl” actually was. I pulled out the little black and white outfit, that I was surprised seemed shorter than I had expect; I cannot begin to tell you how glad I was that Maria was not some 60 year old woman.

“I hope the outfit is okay Maria,” I said, handing it too her and pointing to the restroom off the kitchen for her to change in.

“Si Mister Juan,” was all she said as she disappeared to change.

About that time my phone rang; it was my wife Sara. “So how is Maria doing on her first day honey?” she asked, with almost a hint of flirtation in her voice. “I thought you’d enjoy a little eye candy around the house since we don’t get much quality time these days. Just try to behave yourself. She is a ‘LOOK ONLY’ employee.”

“I understand baby. She is easy on the eyes.” I replied, letting her know my approval.

“Is the skirt short enough for you; I picked it out myself after finding out what size Maria was. Again, I just wanted it short enough for you to enjoy the view.”

“I miss you these days baby. Thanks for the treat,” I said, just before she had to hang up for another call.

At that moment Maria walked into the kitchen looking absolutely amazing. I had only noticed the black dress with the white collar when I looked in the bag. My wife had also added the customary white apron and the white knee-high stockings with the 2” black high heels; she had gone all out to give me a pleasant show. Damn I loved that woman. I wanted to ask Maria to give me a little spin but decided that would be inappropriate; besides, I was already thinking of items for “dusting” that sat low throughout the house. I could not wait to see this little beauty bend over a few times.

Since it was her first day, I decided to make us both some lunch before we both got to work. Maria leaned against the counter listening as I muddled through some small talk while making hot ham and cheese sandwiches. I would ask her questions, but her English was truly terrible, so the most I could understand was still “Si Mister Juan.” I grabbed a couple plates from the cabinet, pointing out in the process where all of the dishes were placed. I put a sandwich on each plate joined by a handful of Doritos and turned to head to the dining room table; but then I stopped. I looked at the regular chairs around the table, and then noticed the high standing stools at the kitchen bar. The two tall stools faced each other and I knew would give me a great view of Maria’s legs. I slid one of the stools backward and encouraged her to hop up onto it. As I had hoped, she was a little short for the stool, so her legs dangled downward, just shy of missing the floor. Her smooth golden legs seemed to display their softness in the sunlight from the window. The man in me just wanted to caress my hand up the inside of them both and explore under that short skirt; but the married man in me resisted.

I sat down next to her, turning my body toward hers, allowing my knees to casually touch hers; how I wish I was wearing shorts instead of jeans. As we talked, I would “innocently” allow my fingers to nonchalantly brush over her soft thighs, as if only to make a point. At no point did she seem bothered by the contact, so I continued my slightly flirtatious gestures.

After lunch, Maria immediately took on her role as cleaner, and cleared our plates and proceeded to the kitchen sink to wash the plates and the skillet I had just messed up. I stood there for a moment as I watched her hands in the soapy water and her ass moving around in her black skirt; I thought about how fun it was going to be messing things up on purpose just to see her cleaning them up. Reluctantly, I decided to return to my desk in my office that was right off of the kitchen; I figured if Maria needed anything, she would come ask.

Throughout the afternoon, I could hear Maria working on laundry and cleaning the bathroom across from office. The laundry room was next to the bathroom, so I watched each time she passed my door; she would look in at me with this shy nervousness about her and smile.