Cheeky Maid (18+ Material)

The full moon was shining so brightly as to make it seem like

dawn, but the subdued quality of the light made it a comfortable

brightness. The gurgling spa jets below him carried a backbeat

to the whole scene. She floated up behind him, touching him on

the hip and then kissing him on the shoulder. "What was in the

package from France?", she asked.

He responded slowly, "nylons".

She moved her hand lower, cupping his balls in the turbulence of

the jets: "For me, or for you?", she asked.

"Both", he answered.

"Ah then", she said, "I've got something for you too. Why don't

you go in now and get dressed in your nylons, and put on what's

in your top drawer."

"What is it?"

"You'll see. And when you do, you'll know what the mood is  

then you can start cooking that fabulous meal for us."

He left the hot tub and headed for the shower; he couldn't wait

to look in the top drawer. He dried his hands and stood dripping

on the carpet; carefully he opened the drawer and peered inside.

At first he couldn't quite recognize it, but grabbing it in two

fingers and holding it up to the moonlight, it was obvious-and

thrilling. It was a frilly white apron; the kind you would see

on a French Maid. There was nothing else, so it was a little

perplexing. In the shower he thought, "wow, she wants me to wear

nylons, and an apron, and serve her dinner".

He had only worn nylons once before with her, and then it was

under his silk pajamas and with his clogs, but now it seemed

time to open it up. He dressed in excitement; first the black

satin garter belt, then the new French nylons, ultra sheer and

with seams up the back, then the short black skirt that had been

hidden in the garage, then a tight, soft, satiny top. He sat

down on the bed and put on the black patent pumps with the four

inch heels, never seen by anyone before, and then finally, in

front of the bathroom vanity he put on the frilly white apron,

tying a neat bow in the back. He turned to check the knot in the

mirror and got a glimpse of a tall, strong, bearded man   in

seamed stockings, high heels, and a maid's apron. Moving off to

the kitchen, he left another package of the same stockings on

the bed.

Every step he made on the kitchen floor gave the delightful

click of high heels and the swoosh of nylons and skirt rubbing

together. With children at college and the young one over at a

sleepover, it was a new, free feeling; the man of the house

working in the kitchen dressed as a slutty maid. He worked with

confidence to begin preparing the rack of lamb, rice pilaf, and

exotic green salad. When he heard the spa jets stop, he knew she

was in the shower, so he went into the dining room to set a

gorgeous table with candles without her seeing him. Then he went

out to the patio and put the rack of lamb on the barbeque;

dressed as he was, it was risky and quite a thrill. During the

twenty minutes it took to grill the lamb, he made everything

ready; and she got dressed.

At just the right moment, the Mistress of the house came around

the corner into the kitchen. She was startlingly beautiful in

her new black high heeled boots, new French seamed nylons, black

leather skirt and a blue satin top. "Is dinner ready?", she

asked.

She turned and headed for the dining room; he followed. He

pulled out her chair, and then pushed it in for her when she sat

down. He put a linen napkin in her lap and then lit the candles.

Returning from the kitchen, he served her the beautiful rack of

lamb dinner and poured her a glass of Pinot Grigio. All through

the dinner he listened to her talk of her day and her plans;

whenever it was needed, he got up and poured her more wine, or

brought her water or a spoon. Finally, she pushed her plate away

and said "that was excellent, maybe now I'll have an after

dinner drink."

He cleared all the dishes to the kitchen, and returned with a

tray with two cocktails, Kahlua and cream. She was seated in the

leather chair with her feet up on the leather ottoman.

"Excellent", she said. "I really love my new boots; they make me

feel so dominant. But maybe you could take them off for me, and

rub my feet and legs."

"Of course," he said. He took only one sip from his drink, then

knelt down and slowly slid the slick leather boots from her

feet. For the next twenty minutes he alternately kissed and

rubbed her beautiful nylon encased feet and legs. She continued

to sip her drink; sometimes saying "left calf" or "right foot".

All the while he looked up and saw the tops of her nylons below

the leather skirt and panty less pussy beyond. 

After a long while he began to kiss higher and higher up her

leg, and she said "I know what you're doing. You can't wait to

get at that pussy. But every time you eat me, you want to fuck

right after that, and I want to rest. So tonight after you eat

me, you have to jack off for me."

"OK," he said as he buried his head under her skirt. With his

two hands cupping her ass, he raised her skirt to her midriff

and licked her luxuriously. When she came, she clamped her legs

together and pushed him away. He just kneeled there for a while

watching her; finally she straightened up, reached for her

drink, and gave him a nod.

He stood slowly, and gazed intently at her. Then he slowly undid

the apron strings, and dropped it to the floor. Then he slowly

unzipped his skirt and let that fall to the floor. He stood

there in the moonlight; slinky legs in nylons and heels, but no

panties and no pussy, just a big hard cock. He began to sway his

hips side to side, running the nylons over each other as he

jacked his cock for her. He began to move faster and faster,

breathing hard, but then right before he finished she took

another sip of her drink and said, "Stop, I don't want you to

come now."

"What?" he said, "Why not?"

"You'll get your chance. But first go and put the food away in

the kitchen, and then come back to the bedroom."

He was disappointed, and feeling put off; but then as he rattled

around in the kitchen in his high heels and his hard on flapping

all over the place, he got even more excited. He rushed to

finish the chore, then washed and dried his hands and headed for

the bedroom.

As soon as he turned the corner he knew his time had come. She

was back in her high heeled boots, and standing in the

candlelight, he could see that she was wearing the strap on

dildo. She was wearing surgical gloves; in her left had she held

a bottle of lube. She poured some of it onto her right glove and

began a jacking motion on the dildo; moving forward she said

"maybe it's time for your reward," as she grabbed his balls with

the glistening gloved hand. They stood for a time rubbing their

nylon legs together, and rubbing the lubed up dildo against the

hard-on. Finally she turned his hips and bent him over the bed;

putting more lube on dildo, she touched the tip to his ass and

asked "is this what you've been waiting for?"

"Yes."

"What have you been waiting for?"

"This."

"Tell me what you want. Say it."

"I want to you to fuck me in the ass."

"That's right. Now you can jack off while I fuck you in the

ass."

"Oh Yeah baby you fuck your maid so good. I'm going to come all

over the place."

The humping and the jacking and the slutty talking kept up for

awhile until the maid spilled his load. After a long silence,

she said "the next time there's a sleepover, you can signal your

interest by doing three hours of chores around the house. If I

accept your offer, you will find the apron in your top drawer,

then you will know what to do."