The maid

The maid entered through the front door. She was even more attractive up close. The short French maid outfit, coupled with matching gloves and fishnets, was a great touch, but it was her expression that sent it over the top. This woman had somehow mastered the ability to appear both innately sexual and entirely innocent at the same time. Her eyes did the trick; they flashed with a teasing glint. She knew that I, hell, that all men were attracted to her. And she enjoyed that knowledge.

Sticking one of her perfect hands out at me, she joyfully said "Hello, my name is Patricia. You can call me Patty, if you wish."

I took her hand and replied, "Nice to meet you Patty. I'm Peter, but call me Pete."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Pete. I suppose I should get started."

She flashed me a quick smile, and left the room. Logically, I realized that she had to have been holding a feather duster, or some cleaning instrument, but I was focused on more pressing matters. Like her ass, which was barely covered by the incredibly short skirt of the maid uniform. I had to have her, but I needed to act intelligently. I couldn't afford to blow my chance minutes into the chase by doing something stupid.

I decided to get to work. I'm a web developer, so I spend most of my time at home working on projects on my home computer. I typically upload the finalized projects remotely, going to the office only when something important needs to be done, or in the event of an important meeting.

Although I was at my computer with several files open, my mind kept drifting to Patty. How could I get her without seeming cheesy or ****? The slow approach was always an option, but I wasn't sure if I could last quite that long. I really didn't want to spend months on her, only to learn that she wasn't interested.

I was still mulling over this dilemma when she knocked on the doorway behind me and asked, "Mind if I dust in here?"

"Not at all."

"Thank you."

Patty entered the room, dusting the bookshelves that lined either side. I tried my best to ignore her, but her presence was intoxicating. Little things, how she moved, the hint of her perfume...they all drove me wild. Then, God gave me a sign. Patty was to my right when she bent over to clean the bottom shelf. I gave her a glance, then did a quadruple take. She wasn't wearing any panties.

It was almost too much to bear. I stared, mouth agape, for several moments. For too long, I thought. Worried, I shifted my eyes up. Patty flashed another smile, but much different than the one when we first met. This one was animalistic. With a wink she said, "I was beginning to think that you wouldn't notice. I'm glad you did."

Hoo boy.