The Maid_(1)

It was unacceptable, and utterly unforgivable. In fact, if his parents ever found out he was as good as dead. Or worse, disowned. For someone of his social standing to be in love with the maid was social suicide. But god damn, she was beautiful.

He had met her 6 months ago when his parents had moved her into the house. Some sort of special permission from the government that allowed her to move up from Mexico so long as she worked for them for 5 years, at rates that bordered on slavery. But in return she got her citizenship, not to mention she got her room and board covered.

With long, dark hair and pert breasts, she was still in the flush of youth, having left her teen years behind only recently. She actually spoke English better than some native speakers that he had met, and they had wiled away long hours talking when each should have been doing any number of other things.

The first time he had caught her undressed had been purely an accident. The family had left on a weekend trip to the lake house, but he had forgotten to pack his cell phone and so had unexpectedly returned to the house much sooner than had been expected. He had walked in the front door, consumed in his own thoughts when the sound of gentle but persistent vibrations had penetrated his awareness. His curiosity had gotten the best of him and he attempted to track the sound to its source. He had found her there, in her room, with the door wide open. Her shirt had been pulled back to expose her breasts to her questing hands and her skirt had been pulled up to expose a freshly shaved pussy. She had been wrapped up in her own experience, her eyes closed as she worked on her pussy with the small pink vibrator. One of her hands mauled her breast, teasing and playing with the exposed flesh as the worked at her clit with the vibrator. He snuck closer and could hear the sounds of her pleasure, her moans barely choked back as she approached her orgasm. All at once her hips bucked and she nearly dropped the toy, she cried out as her orgasm rocked her body. She lay back and shivered as the pleasure rolled through her, until at last her eyes opened. Their eyes met then across the small room. She let out a surprised sound and made a vain attempt to cover herself. He apologized profusely, sputtering in his shock, but the rise of his cock through his pants revealed how sorry he actually was.

They had talked later, and he had apologized again, but the sight of her with her legs spread and her breasts exposed as she convulsed in the throes of orgasm was a sight that had never for a moment left his mind since.

In the months that followed they had found every chance they could to be together, away from the watchful eyes of his parents.