Let her in.

"No no, just gimme a second." Jonathan said making sure the towel was secure around his waist.

"Okay." The housekeeper said.

Jonathan stepped to the door, checking the peephole before answering the door, a habit picked up in Detroit. He was treated to a beautiful view of a lady in her low thirties wearing a maid's costume. Though the maids costume was like something from a lingerie store. Low cut in the front, frilly mini skirt, white apron. Jonathan blinked and looked again, to make sure he hadn't been seeing things. But no she was wearing what he originally saw.

The maid was looking around, lightly whistling being patient. The combination of the outfit and her full puckered lips made Jonathan's cock jump and his heart speed up.

Well, he already promised to let her in, he couldn't tell her to go now. Jonathan just hoped he'd be able to keep "it" under control.