She Falls and You Catch Her

You wink at Orchid as she looks over her shoulder at you. She giggles even more and turns back to her work. As she stretches forward again to dust another section of shelf she moves her foot and misses the top step of the stool. This causes her to teeter off-balance for a split-second, cry out in surprise, and then fall directly backwards off the step ladder. Her cute cotton panties are suddenly moving a lot faster than expected right at your face and you step back quickly to avoid having your head smacked - pleasant though the image might have been. You reach forward and grab her right above the hips as you do this and pull her away from the ladder.

Expecting her to weigh more than a normal person you are quite surprised when you pull her into your arms easily. Her polymer skeleton and micromechanics apparently have reduced her body weight to only thirty or thirty five kilos. You cradle her in your arms almost like an oversized child and the look of surprise and fear immediately melts from her face.

"Oh, monsieur, you have saved me from a serious fall," she reaches an arm around your neck and pulls your face down closer to hers.

You lower your head slightly and move in to kiss her on the lips. Instead you feel a demure peck on your left cheek.

"You can put me down now, monsieur," her voice is barely a whisper, her lips inches from yours.

You notice her cheeks are appropriately flushed and you take that as a signal from the cyborg gods to make your move. You press your lips firmly against hers and stifle a slightly surprised cry of protest. She definitely isn't resisting though, as her lips part almost immediately after you begin kissing and her tongue darts out to explore your mouth. You return the favor, feeling the wet warmth of her own mouth and tangling your tongue erotically with hers.

Without breaking the embrace you carry her over to one of the couches and lie her down. At last you pull away, your breath excited and loud in your nostrils, the faint lavendar scent of her intoxicating all of your senses.

"I think you might need some atte-" You start to say as you untie your necktie, but Orchid doesn't wait for you to finish, pouncing forward and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. She pulls you back down, her burning lips pressed to yours.

"I want you," she gasps, her eyes against yours, her French accent bending the words into an erotic moebius.

You kiss her again, your hands roving over her body so barely contained by the maid's uniform.