A Scream of Shock

The scream of shock and dropped cleaning supplies released a reluctant, exasperated deep breath and sigh from Pamela.

Startling her cleaner with her nude form was not on the list of ideas that had been stirring in her mind.

Sipping her coffee, Pamela reluctantly settled for a apathetic wave as Paul rushed down the stairs, put his shoes on and darted out the door. A firm grip on the crotch of his pants trying to shift his manhood where it had awkwardly and suddenly jumped to life tightly in his pants.

Pamela’s mind stirred with her thoughts from the night before of having Carmen watch her suck Paul’s cock.

“Please Carmen, pull yourself together.” Pamela exhaled strutting around to ascended the staircase, disappointed in the maid’s response. As if Carmen had never looked in a mirror when naked.

Carmen obscured her gaze until she heard no one else in the room around her. Carmen was feeling stressed, and frazzled. Her sleep had been unrestful, her hands itching and tingling since just before she’d left work the night before.

Carmen had even arrived later than normal, having bought a new cleaner, mop, and bucket as she questioned if she was having a reaction to the one she had used end of night before.

Looking around the Foyer nothing seemed out of place as she straightened things out. Scrambling to get back on schedule for her daily routine she tried not to think anything more of the unexpected brazen nudity she had been surprised by.

It seemed foolish as she inevitably considered it putting the cleaners away, grabbing a duster and sweeping through the rooms with quick efficient brushes. Carmen had grown up the child of a cleaner in Bonaire. She had soon followed in her mother’s path working at Sorobon resort before eventually emigrating. Nudity was nothing new.

As she eventually made her way into the foyer, passing over the tops of trim and furniture Carmen came to a pause.

There, across a side table was draped a house coat, one she had picked up the night before and moved as she mopped the floor with hardly a thought.

Now it's presence rung a new realization. Pamela had dropped it here the night before after greeting her husband as he came in.

Carmen chided herself for even thinking about the sex lives of her clients.

Looking towards the stairs, Carmen debated if there was any reason to put off taking it upstairs.

Looking around, Carmen slowly started ascending the stairs. Feeling a strange caution, and curiosity for just what she might disrupt.

Slowly she passed through corridors, glancing in rooms, trying to make a mental checklist of things to return to address, increasingly aware just what she might be looking for.

She could hear the music playing, the master bedroom door left wide open. Steadying herself she peeked in the door, no sign of her employer on the bed, or within sight.

Knocking gently on the door, Carmen called out. “Miss! I just want to grab the laundry.”

“Go… Ahead…” Pamela’s voice echoed unsteadily back from inside the room.

Carmen entered gazing around, not seeing where Pamela was before rushing across the open space of the room, picking up the hamper, and freezing.

With one outreached hand Pamela slowly closed the bedroom door, leaning up against the wall behind it, looking with heavy lidded eyes at Carmen, smirking as Carmen froze staring at her.

Pamela’s other hand, delicately maneuvered a smooth 5” shaft in and out between her legs, Looking upwards, the outstretched arm returned to her body, guiding Carmen’s gaze down to tease at a swollen clit, before a glistening trail was teased up, over flat stomach, along gently hanging swollen breasts, teasing hardened nipples, before aggressively squeezing a tits.

Suddenly the music seemed muted, the weighted uneven breaths, the pants, the moans, the wetness being shifted and displaced sounding clearly upon Carmen’s ears. Carmen couldn’t bring herself to blink, to avert her gaze.

The room, it reeked of sex, strangely enticing, alluring sex. The scent made Carmen want to breath deeper, to inhale the scent and linger in its musk.

They had sex in here all night long, Carmen’s thoughts lingered on that idea.

Carmen felt even more petrified as Pamela’s brown eyes locked with the maid’s stare, and the raven haired matriarch of the house orgasmed.

As Pamela took a moment to come down from her climax, she strutted across the room towards Carmen.

“Thank you.” Her husky, strained voice uttered as she neared. “I needed that.” Pamela added before continuing to the bed.

“Why don’t you, finish cleaning up in here. Don’t let me disturb you.” Pamela invited gesturing to the room, before sitting up against the headboard, “I have a bit more… tension to release… Before my run.”

Carmen swallowed deeply, trying not to follow the curves of her employer. Trying not to admire the impressive beauty and body that seemed to defy Pamela’s age.

The resuming sounds of Pamela playing with herself, pawing performatively, legs spread as if awaiting some comer, whimpers, and pants of pleasure pleading invitingly.

Carmen, breaking from the gaze went to hurry away.

“I’ll give you an extra thousand to finish this room now.” Pamela shouted out, leaning forward onto all fours, propping herself on one arm as one kept using the toy and playing with her pussy.