Meeting the stunning new maid, Rebecka

Lucas was growing bored of the four walls, and their inability to answer his demands. Business was booming, but it was handled so efficiently now that there was not much to do. Sure, they could expand the productions of gardens and try to sell more fruit, but that would mean unfairly pushing the employes and changing the the beautiful nature around the shrine, So Lucas refused everytime a client suggested it. He was running dry on excuses though.

He played a bit with his dog. A letter had arrived from his father. A new maid had been hired, as he felt it was not fair to expect Lucas to take care of both the massive home complex and the business. She was seeking to settle in the spire, and would work for a chance at staying in one of the guestrooms for an indefinite period. Only info about her was her name, Rebecka Correra. Last name implied Latinus origin.

It made sense, Carved into the mountain, the mansion complex easily grew Messy with only Lucas around.

"what will she be like, Drago?" He asked the dog. Unsurprisingly, Drago only jumped from side to side, obliviously happy "I guess verbal ability is not needed when you are an excited dog."

Lucas groaned. Why must it be so hard to talk to women? why was it that his brain refused to produce anything normal, or interesting to say whenever a girl talked to him? Hopefully, He'd make an okay impression on the maid.

True to his pervert nature, Lucas began fantasizing what her body could be like. Dear Godess, if you sent this maid, does she have a thick, fat and wide ass like Caela? Are her boobs on par with Tari? Is she a total slut?

Neither Drago nor the Godess bothered answering. Caela and Tari were two of the many girl that Lucas Gawped at whenever given the chance. Sure, Caela lacked some MILFY traits held by Tari, and ultimately Lucas would choose the latter girl, but in the rear department Caela was simply astonishing.

Thinking that he would maybe masturbate downstairs, Lucas walked down into the kitchen. There were bags that he had never seen before. The new maid had arrived.

Looking around the corner, Lucas breath got stuck in his throat. Rebecka Correra was currently busing weaving her silky raven locks into a rose configuration that was locked in place with a pin. Standing with her side to him. She was dressed in white stocking, and had the classic maid appron. Currently, her arm covered much of her face, but it left Lucas free to notice a couple of thing. Her skin had the slightly weathered, sun-kissed tint of an woman in her thirties. from the side, it was clear just how much her bust stuck out from her torso, an aggressive expansion which also translated to the weight and roundness of her tits. Incredibly, there was one limb that protruded even more. Rebecka ass exploded far outwards. It would probably have succumbed to it's own awesome weight if not for a pair of thick, Milf legs supporting it. Even so, The Ass-meat spilled out dramatically. As she turned slightly to pick up a pair of glasses, Lucas was treated to exploring the width of her hips, and her lovely butt cleavage.

She spun around and finally noticed him. her face was that of an older woman, but in pristine condition. her voluminous, crimson lips parted to contrast with pearly, white teeth. As he had guessed, she was of Latinus origin "Ah, you must be Lucas. The people around the shrine have told me so much positive things about you, young man."

The Godess had granted his wish. She was an extraordinarily beautiful and mature woman, she had the MILF bust like Tari, and by the heavens, She actually had an sublime bubble-butt on par with Caelas. It seemed impossible, but this raven-haired angel matched the contour, freakish size and soft jiggle of the brunettes booty. Not to mention, she had glasses!

She extended a feminine, yet calloused hand. "I'm Rebecka, Very pleased to meet you." Luckily, Lucas had enough brain power to actually shake her hands. It was hard not to stare at her indecently though, and he hoped she would not notice. A strong scent of a vanilla perfume flowed around her.

Rebeckas thoughts: My usual run of luck. He is just gorgeous, and that little smile is infectious, damn it. How am I supposed to keep a professional conbduct with this little snack walking about in the same space? Neatly shaven to, damn it. Let's take a little glance at that crotch... Mmmh... That bulge snaking down his trousers is very promising, it's not even hard yet... Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!.

Rebecka bit her lip.

Falling into the same old trap of not knowing what to say, Lucas kind side took over. "Let me help you with your luggage."

She nodded and smiled sweetly at him, tucking a strand of jet-black hair behind her ear. "I'm here to help YOU with things like that, young man. But very well, If you offer I won't refuse, and your kindness is greatly appreciated Lucas."

Moving her things into the bedroom was easy enough, but she was so good-looking that it almost hurt staring at her. "You are just like I imagined." She said suddenly.

Huh?" Was the only response Lucas mustered. "Your first instinct was to help me out. Not because I needed it, but because it is simply what you are like. I bet we could repeat that conversation a hundred times, and you'd never leave me to carry my own bags. I heard stories that you payed out of your own pocket just to make sure that a family up the mountains would have enough supplies for the winter. That's the kind of person you are. "

Rebecka surprised him by caressing his chin. "Lucas, never tarnish that side of you. I fled a nation where men had forgotten the small kindness, and soon the big kindness followed."

She raised her glasses. "Nobody told me how cute you were though." She just could not help it. Keeping it professional would be a struggle.

Lucas blushed deeply and wished he would just sink through the earth.

"Where are you from Rebecca? Your last name indicates Latinus origin."

"Very perceptive." She pulled up a passport of some kind. "You are looking at 100% Culoan lady, though I do not wish to be associated with my native home anymore."

"I get the feeling that you fled after the church took over." Thank the Godess, political analysis is something he could ramble on about.

She smirked at him. "Spot on. It seems you are unusually sharp, Lucas. They created the kind of hellhole they swore to protect us from, and labeled me a sinner, a temptress, a whore... in spite of the fact that I never hurt anybody. I would also never sell my body for money. I was told of the Shrine, A liberal and welcoming Community free from the influence of the church. Leaving was not a hard decision."

"We have certain trade deals with Latinus nations controlled by the church, it's only natural that I recognize the patterns."

"You trade with the church?" There was an obvious edge in her almost musical voice.

"It's an ugly necessity. "Without their permission we don't get to trade with the Latinus nations at all. A sickness has struck our children, Rebecka. Latinus medical plants helps us keep them alive."

She lowered her head. "I'm deeply sorry that I questioned your character, Lucas. I'm relieved to find that you are the kind of man I suspected. I did hear about the sickness, it's noble of you."

"Noble or not, it is the right thing to do."

She sent another radiant smile at him. "If only all 19-year olds were like you..."

Rebecka crossed her arms, with the hidden intention of applying pressure on her bust. She rolled back her shoulders to emphasize it even further. Lucas could only swallow, thinking of it as accidental.

Rebeckas thoughts: Stare your eyes out, Lucas. Is there a single fault with him? It would be my luck if he was into younger girls... I have to see him naked! How to manage that without being fired?

"Anyways, I'd like to wash some of dirt from travelling off."

She grabbed a satch and a towel and turned to him. "Don't be afraid to call for me, sweetie. I'm your maid after all."

She entered the bathroom without closing the door. Lucas immediately saw the opportunity to peep, but he had finally made a good impression on a girl like Rebecka. Contrary to all his perverted instincts, Lucas walked out of the room instead.

Standing under running water, Rebecka checked the mirror, hoping to see Lucas peep at her.

"Damn it!" She Snarled. "Am I really not his type? Am I not good enough?"