The maid's daughter (3)

Spencer

“God, do you carry sticks in your pockets now?” she suddenly asked, reaching out under hear head. “It is poking my ear.”

“Don’t!” I shouted, but it was already too late. Her hand had already grabbed a handful of my erection. And then she let go as if it burned her hand, scrambling to the furthest end of the couch. My breath caught in my throat, waiting for a verdict. It’s over. She had discovered the one thing I was trying hard to hide. Her face reddened, and I couldn’t yet figure out if was from embarrassment or anger. Maybe both.

Silence.

A very awkward silence. I was too mortified to speak, and from the look of it, she couldn’t find words either, or was still processing what that could mean. 

“Why the fuck are you hard, Bro?” she fired at me, breaking the silence. And she was pissed. She only ever calls me bro when she’s pissed. But I don’t blame her. She glanced at the TV, then back at me, her eyes wide in shock. “We are watching a damn kids’ movie!”

“NO!” I snapped as color drained from my face at the thought of her implications. My stomach churned at how disgusting that would be. I would never live with myself if that were true. I might be a perv, but definitely not a pedo. “Haven’t it occurred to you that there could be other reasons for my erection?”

“Which is?”

Great. Now we got to talk about my hard-on. Not exactly how I pictured my weekend going, but here we were. I took a deep breath and started talking before she scampered away and called the police on me. “Imagine a sexy girl with her head resting on my lap, her soft goodies brushing against my bare skin, and her ass exposed to me in such a proximity.”

“You mean…” her voice trailed as her face turned beet red and she stared at the plain white wall as if it suddenly became interesting. “…you are like that because of me?”

“Correct.”

“Does it mean you like seeing me like that?”

“Yes, I mean no,” I fumbled with words. My brain cells must have been totally fried because I couldn’t think straight.

“Which one is it? Do you like it or not?”

I have always been honest with her, and I wasn’t going to start lying to her. So, I grew a set and admitted, “Before today, no. My intentions towards you have always been pure, and I have never had such thoughts. Hell, we’ve slept on the same bed a couple of times.” I paused and glanced at her, assessing the situation. She seemed to be listening intently, so I continued, “After today, I don’t know anymore. Maybe it’s the way you look at me with such deep trust, or the way you are so pretty without trying, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. I promise it wasn’t really my intention to put you in a difficult situation. I’ll understand if you don’t want to see me again.”

I expected her to yell at me, slap me, or even walk out of that door for good, but she sat still. That was somehow worse than if he had reacted in anger. That way, I would have found a way to blame myself for and possibly stop wanting her as I did right then. I badly wanted to taste her.

She got up and took a step towards me, standing in front of me. She leaned forward, propping her arms on my knees such that her eyes met mine at the same level. Her mouth moved, but I was too engrossed in the sensation of her warm palms against my bare skin and the beauty of how her lips moved when she talked.

“Huh?” I blurted when she fixed her eyes on me like she expected an answer.

“I said, if you like it, then you can look at me some more.”

“You are kidding, right?”

“No.” She waved her index finger and leaned closer, whispering in my ear, “I want you to look at me like that. I love it knowing I had such an effect on you.” She straightened up while still keeping eye contact. “Do you want to look at me now?”

The fading warmth of her breath against my ear erased all the logic in my head. I knew I should say no, but with all my thinking transferred to my lower head, I nodded.

Asha reached for the hem of her dress, hesitated a bit like she was debating whether she should really do this, then pulled it up slowly, exposing her skin inch by inch until the dress was completely off her. Her eyes never left mine, even as she tossed it on the couch, leaving her in a matching pair of underwear with a tiny bow on each. It was a normal pair of underwear, not meant to be sexy or anything, but at that moment, I thought that was the sexiest thing on earth.

Then she did something I wasn’t expecting. She reached back and unhooked her bra. My jaw dropped, and I couldn’t have turned away even if the car had driven right through this room. My self-control was wearing thin, and I don’t know if she knew we were now walking through thin ice. Looking and touching were two different things I did not intend to mix. At least not with her.

She pulled her bra away and let it fall beside her discarded dress. Fuckk! My little man twitched at the sight of two perfect hills facing me. They weren’t big yet, but they were the perfect size that would fill my palms well. They were half domes that sat high and firm, with a darker circle near the center, its darker shade making them stand out from her light skin.

Although it was warm, both of her hills were capped with taut nubs. I preferred to think it was because of the sudden change of temperature, because if I believed they were from her being turned on, my control would shatter completely, and I would take her right at this very moment. I ignored the heavy rise and fall of her chest and how her eyes were getting sultrier by the minute. That, or I was imagining things.

Her thumbs hooked at the waistband of her cute undies, tugged at it, and then she pulled it down, letting it pool on her legs before stepping out. My breath hitched, and I forgot to breathe for a few seconds. That sight was magnificent. Perfect feminine outline and a soft tuft on her bikini area added to the charm. I don’t know who convinced us that shaved is better. No. It isn’t. I would give anything for me to feel that against my fingers.

She did a slow twirl, her ass jiggling a little as she moved. My shorts became tighter as something twitched again. I lowered my gaze at the same time she did, both of us witnessing a wet patch blooming at the tip of my tent.

Now was the time to leave. Now or never. I was already beyond my limit, and any more of this would lead to an ending we might regret later. Everything in me was screaming for me to get up and leave. Perhaps go jerk off in the bathroom or find someone who wouldn’t mind a booty call, but again, I remained glued to the seat, taking in the sight of her. She was mesmerizing. A full package I would ever ask for. She had everything I ever wanted in a woman.

Before I could make a decision, she sat on my lap naked with her legs apart, and her hands reached out to cup my cheeks. She hesitated for a split second as her face turned to an even darker shade of red. And with the softest voice ever, she whispered, “Teach me how to kiss.”