Awed Delight

Emily could not believe how she was dressed as she drove to Nate's. She kept blushing, and her heart pounded. She kept driving, though. She pulled up outside of Nate's apartment complex. She took her purse and made sure her makeup was done, adding a little more eyeliner and blush than usual. She then got out of the car and made her way to Nate's apartment. She passed a couple of shocked people along the way, but she did not make much eye contact as she walked as fast as she could to Nate's. She reached his apartment and knocked on the door.

Nate walked to his front door and peered through the peep hole. His jaw dropped. He opened the door. "Emily?"

"Oui, oui, monsieur," said Emily in a french accent. She had not planned on using an accent, it just came out. "I am at your service, monsieur."

"Uh, um, come in," said Nate.

"Merci beaucoup," said Emily as she tottered in.

Nate closed and locked the door. He turned and stared at Emily as she turned to face him. His dick stirred in his jeans. "Wow, you look amazingly sexy!" he gushed.

"Merci, monsieur," said Emily. "Vould you like me to clean your apartment?"

"Um, sure," said Nate.

Emily walked over to Nate's coffee table. It had a few magazines and empty soda bottles on it. She bent at the waist, giving him a nice view of her ruffled panties. She breathed heavily, knowing she was showing her butt to Nate. She wondered why she was doing this, and why it was turning her on so much. Had she been mentally repressing some long hidden fetish? She straightened the magazines then collected the bottles and went to the kitchen to put them in the recycling bins. "Vould monsieur care for a drink?"

"Um, sure," said Nate, his dick not stiff and uncomfortable in his jeans.

"Very vell then," said Emily. She tottered off into the kitchen.

Nate took a seat on the couch. He reached into his jeans to adjust his cock and make it more comfortable.

Emily came back a moment later with a glass full of ice and soda and handed it to Nate. She was still blushing, her chest was heaving, her heart was pounding, and she was growing wet. She bent at the knees as she handed the drink to Nate, making sure he could get a good look down her cleavage. She handed him the drink then went to his closet to get his vacuum cleaner.

Nate sipped his drink then rubbed the cold glass against his forehead.