CHAPTER 1
The moment my parents called me downstairs, I knew that something serious was going on. Normally, they would summon one of the butlers to come get me but not this time. Moseying down the hall towards the front stairs, I could hear my parents’ voices and laughter. As I got closer, I noticed a petite Asian girl standing next to the doorway with two suitcases at her feet.
Our most recent maid, Elise, had fled back to her home in Brazil because her mother was in the hospital and very ill. We’d only had her for two years, but I learned a lot from Elise in that time. She was fifteen years my senior in her mid-thirties and knew a little bit about everything. She was very intelligent and a great conversationalist. It never developed to more than that, however.
Several evenings, we’d sit in the east-end parlor (just down the hallway from my bedroom) and spend hours deep in conversation until I was either too sleepy to keep up with her or excited from the content of the discussion. The latter usually resulted because the best conversations we had were the ones about sex. I get turned on very easily, and the explicit way Elise told the stories made me visualize her sexy body performing the things she described. While we never had any sexual encounters, I suspect she suppressed her desires in fear that my parents might find out and fire her (and perhaps because of my age at the time).
Immediately, I saw the new maid as an opportunity to start anew in developing a new relationship and essentially to delve into my sexual fantasies. I tried so hard with Elise, but one can only do so much without being downright obvious and borderline crude. Sex was always on my mind
but never in my life it seemed, so it’s easy to imagine how a deprived girl could be so constantly horny. They say red-heads have all the fun, but I was often left wondering where the fun was actually at!
As I approached the bottom of the stairs my parents greeted me and we went through all the formal introductions. Mali was her name and she was from all the way across the world in Thailand. I’d seen plenty of Asian women before but none as naturally beautiful as this girl. She wasn’t wearing any makeup. Her skin just had a natural glow and the thin shape of her body had an alluring appeal. Her dark eyes and smooth facial features were very feminine to say the least. She looked so young but as it turned out, she was 19 years old– just a few months older than me.
Mali’s hair was beautiful, long and shiny all down her back to her thin waist -quite a contrast to my loud orange-red curls. Even though she was very thin, she did not appear to be too thin. I, on the other hand, fill into my cloths nicely with my curvaceous body and cantaloupe breasts. Like me, she had a pale complexion, which in a way gave her more allure.
I think my parents sensed my isolation in such a large house and with few friends who hardly visit anyway. The fact that they got someone my age indicated that they were trying to make me happy, which in time it did– more than they will ever know. Luckily, her quarters were going to be in the same room Elise had stayed, which was just down the hall from mine.
Our relationship started off a bit slow, but that was mainly because of the language, the cultural barrier and just getting to know one another. Her English was decent, as long as I did not speak too fast, which I had a tendency of doing.
At first, I was pretty easy going with Mali. I was not very demanding, but I sensed that she was more accustomed to being direct instead of being polite
and laid back; I didn’t know any other way to be. She never said no, never disagreed and never showed hesitation in fulfilling any of my requests.
After the first few weeks we had a good level of comfort with one another. At nineteen, I was still a virgin but in spite of my friends’ sexual endeavors, I knew already that I was more attracted to girls but just never had any opportunities. And this was certainly nothing to ever reveal even to my best of friends, as it was personal and forbidden in my conservative family and community. Only Elise had known (or strongly suspected), but that opportunity would never return-if there ever was one.
As the days went on, I would become hornier and hornier. Knowing that I had this beautiful Thai girl as my roommate and maid reassured me that it was time to make something happen. The time was now or never, I thought. To achieve this, I requested that instead of just preparing my nightly bath, she sit in with me and talk and wash my back too if she wanted to. Elise did all of the above but I was unsuccessful in ever seducing her.
After each bath, I would make sure to be extra slow in my movements and pretend not to notice when she looked at my nude body-probably the only nude female’s body she had ever seen, I thought. The last few times I’d invited her into my bedroom to give me a foot massage. I know it was a lame idea but it was all I could think of to keep her company. It also gave me an way to ‘accidently’ open up my robe and give her a nice view. We never spoke about sex but sometimes silence speaks louder than words, as her eyes did all the speaking each night we did this.
I’d often considered an all out body massage, but I didn’t want to overwork the girl, nor did I want to reveal my true intentions. Not just yet. I loved her hands and eyes on my body and I could only hope she was thinking the
same things I was. Besides, after she left, I’d finish that massage the best way I knew how.
In no time, however, this routine became too predictable and unfulfilling. Each time I touched myself after, I’d chastise myself for not making more of a move or being bolder. But still, in a normal state of mind, I remained at ease around Mali.
Until last night.
Mali was preparing my bath while I was in my bedroom undressing. I got into my robe with nothing on underneath. By the time I entered the bathroom, I watched her turn to me as I closed the door trying to make it look obvious that this was more private than usual. I walked directly to the edge of the bathtub and instead of casually taking off the robe and getting into the bubble filled tub, I stood directly in front of Mali. She looked up at me with puppy eyes looking like she was waiting for something more from me. Careful not to break eye contact, I pulled the string in the front holding the robe shut and let it open just slightly.
“Can I get in,” I asked in a low devious voice.
Mali didn’t respond but instead gestured for me to enter the tub. I slid the robe off my shoulders giving her a full frontal view. My big breasts had a slight bounce which briefly captured her attention. This was the first time she’d seen this much of me in the nude and the moment was invigorating and thrilling but also tainted by slight nervousness on my part.
We had a moment of awkward silence for the first few minutes I was in the bathtub, and then she began washing my back and shoulders. The most difficult part was when I felt Mali’s strong fingers shampoo my hair and I felt her fingers rub my scalp and my sensitive spot on my neck just behind my ears. I had to concentrate on keeping my hands in sight because she had
found my weakness, and every second I was on edge and wanted so desperately to touch myself.
After rinsing my hair, Mali conditioned it and one more time I was enduring a torturously erotic head massage with all my thoughts deviating to sex. I didn’t know how I was going to keep control because I was more turned on than I’d ever been from merely taking a bath.
Before I knew it we were done and Mali began draining the water. I didn’t move an inch because I was too afraid that we would lose the moment. The last bit of water seeped out within a few short minutes leaving only the bubbles remaining. I just sat there like a hopeless little girl awaiting something more to happen. And happen it did. Mali, still speaking in silence, gestured me to stand up.
The bubbles stuck to my body somewhat, but for the most part they slowly crept down my chest, stomach and legs. She took a wet washrag and soaped it up. I didn’t expect this much special treatment and certainly it was more than I could ask for with a maid and definitely more than I’d ever received from one, but I wasn’t complaining or about to make her stop. Did she sense my arousal or was I completely imagining it?
Mali began soaping my legs from top to bottom in virtually one sweeping motion. She was careful not to make contact with my crotch, as I was secretly desiring her to. My now fully exposed vagina was only inches from her face. I could smell my arousal along with the scented soap.
The sexual tension was building and it was evident to both of us.