Amily the personal maid-2

Amily was staring at me, waiting for me to answer.

“I don’t really know. I guess it varies. I sort of lose track of time when I’m in there,” I babbled.

Amily giggled, sounding so girlish for a mature woman, and grinned.

“I bet,” she replied, “not a shower to use if you are in a hurry.”

She reached past me and turned the knob, blasting steam out at full force and heat. Her arm brushed my chest, and her hip nudged mine. As she shut the enclosure and turned toward me, her chest briefly caressed my belly. Glancing down, I saw her eyes looking up at me, and further down, her nipples poked hard against her shirt. Although she had closed the door, enough steam had escaped so that we were very warm.

“You look very handsome when you blush,” Amily teased. “Is there anything else we need to measure while we wait for the steam?”

She held up her tape measure, her eyes never leaving mine. I was hoping that her hand would caress my bulge, silently giving me permission to strip her, but she was not that aggressive. Clearly, measuring customer’s cocks was not something she did every day, or she would know just to tug my pants down – there was not even a zipper to contend with – and whip out my meat. In fact at that instant I was picturing that in my mind, with her falling to her knees and sucking the tip between her willing lips. In reality, there was just an awkward moment of silence.

“Did you look at the bottom of my bed?” I finally mumbled. “Is there enough room for the regular vacuum to reach underneath, or will she need a special attachment?”

“I better check,” Amily agreed, her youthful bounce as she pivoted and skipped the three steps to bedside indicating a return of her natural joyfulness. It also gave me a great view of how the muscles in her posterior worked.

Amily glanced back over her shoulder before bending down and dropping to her knees, as if wanting to make sure that I was watching – like I would be looking anywhere else!

With her calves flat to the floor, Amily lowered her head below the bottom edge of the box spring. I am not sure though whether she really needed to thrust her rump high in the air to do so, but she did. This caused her pants to pull down and her shirt to ride up, offering me a view of the perfect dimple at the base of her spine, just above where her buttocks met, hinting at the valley that ran down between those muscular protrusions. I think I started panting, knowing how the nerves at that spot would react to my tongue.

“I’m not sure, I need to measure I guess,” Amily broke my dream state. “Can you hand me the measure, I think I dropped it on the mattress?”

With my longer legs, it took me only two steps to stand beside where Amily knelt by my feet. I saw the tape measure, picked it up, and bent to hand it to her.

Amily did not reach back for it. Instead she said “Can you help me hold it again?”

Which was ridiculous – she clearly had enough dexterity to manage the device herself to measure that narrow space without my help. My imagination might have supplied the extra lilt in her voice as she said the words “hold it”. My little primitive brain knew what IT wanted held, and was telling my larger human mind to shut up and let the beast within take over.

I dropped to my knees, not flat to the floor like her. This left my groin right at the level of Amily’s face when she lifted her head and turned to take the tape measure. I would swear in a court of law that I did not intentionally hold the measure so close to my body that her fingers grazed along my hardness as she reached to take it from me, but that was still what happened.

Still she did not pursue the situation, turning back to her task.

“Can you get right down here and hold this so I can make a note?” Amily asked.

Silently, I complied, confusion flooding my brain, my cock softening a bit in response. Amily slid away from the bed. I could not see what she was doing, but guessed she was reaching for her clipboard. I fantasized about her hard nipples rubbing against her shirt, her tongue wet along her lower lip as she had her turn to admire my rump. Of course, I was not in anything like the shape Amily was, and I had no way of knowing whether she was checking me out. After she had not bothered to measure my obvious bulge, I had to wonder about her intentions.

“Okay, that’s done – but I still think we need to let the steam build up,” Amily said as she bounced to her feet. “Since you don’t have a chair up here, I guess we can sit on the bed for a few minutes. It does look like a comfy bed.”

Her dainty feet dangled off the edge of the bed, swaying in the air. I stood, watching her breathe. Her chest rose and fell, her nipples still hard against the fabric. It took me a moment to realize that her eyes were glued to my bulge. Her tongue flicked across her lower lip.

“How come your bulge gets bigger then smaller and now it is getting hard again?” she asked, calmly, like she was asking about room sizes.

“All the time I look at you, I am excited, but some times more than others.”

“Really?” Amily giggled nervously, tossing her hair slightly.

“When I thought you were going to whip my cock right out and measure it, I was ready to come in my pants.”

Amily blushed beautifully.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” she said in a soft voice, so quietly that even with our faces inches apart, I barely heard her.

I chuckled, however inappropriate that might have been.

“After what I just said I think you can say just about anything.”

Before Amily spoke, she reached her hand out, pushed my pants down and extracted my cock, passing me the tape measure.

“I’m not just a maid, I’m a maiden,” she said as she stroked me to hardness I had never experienced even as a teenager.

“What?”

“A virgin. I’m a virgin. I have never fucked a man before.”

All the while she was stroking my cock. Seeing I was frozen, she took the tape measure, placed one end at my root and ran it up to the tip.

“Eight and a half – is that big?” she asked. My weight rested on her palm. One of her fingers lazily stroked my balls.

“How can you be a virgin?”

“I was an army brat – not the rebel against my Dad and fuck every guy on the base sort. My Dad was a senior non-com. Everybody was afraid of him. Even the kids in my classes. Then I followed him into the military. Went ROTC, ended up in command positions, so anti-fraternizing regs got in the way.”

“Your hand feels like it knows what it is doing.”

“Since I took early retirement last year, I’ve slowly worked my way through a few guys. I figured out hand jobs by trial and error. Poor guys that got the errors. I recently started trying to give head. That’s how I got this job – Tasha’s uncle runs the company. I blew him.” Amily giggled. “I guess I must have done that okay for a beginner.”

“Clearly you’ve mastered the handiwork part,” I agreed, feeling my slit gaping open and my balls tightening to my groin.”

“But I still haven’t been fucked,” Amily repeated.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and drew her lips to mine. The kiss was filled with passion, tongues twirling together.

When we finally broke for air, I said, “I’m ready to solve that problem if you are.”

“Honey, you have no idea how ready I am,” Amily breathed. “Time to check out that shower.”

She stripped as she skipped from the bedroom to the shower, her clothes a trail of bread crumbs. I quickly followed.

The stall was just big enough for two people. As I stepped in, I did what every red blooded male would do – I reached for her tits. Amily however swatted my hands away.

“What are you doing?”

” You have such great puffy nipples, and they stand so proud on your chest, I need to suck them.”

“I’m glad that you like them. I always think my chest is too small. But first, I need your cock.”

As Amily spoke, she had resumed stroking my length. The shower had a built in bench, which was right behind her so she sat there. The tip of my cock was just below her chin. Bobbing her head down, Amily teased the slit with her tongue.

“I can taste you – are you ready to cum already?”

“No that’s just precum, lubricant for sex, a sign of how excited I am.”

“I love the taste. May I please have more sir?

Amily did not need to wait for my reply. She grasped my cock firmly at the base, and ducked down so that her tongue could explore my nut sack. She rolled each ball in her cheeks. Then she ran her flattened tongue up the underside of my shaft. Slowly, she licked all around the ridge at the base of my helmet, just like a little girl packing an ice cream cone. Only then did she raise up enough to plunge her mouth down over the tip. This time there was no playful hesitation. Amily deep throated me, her nose nestling in my pubes. She batted my cock from side to side in her mouth using her tongue.

“Where did you learn that?” I had to ask.

“I’ve watched a lot of porn,” Amily gasped for air. “A virgin needs to do something to get herself off. And I guess that my army training means they served like training videos – you know, watch one, do one…”

Mentally completing the saying, I wondered who she would like to teach one to, but first, I reasoned with what little sense I had left, I better make sure she did not remain a virgin for long. There I was, about to have my first woman in what seemed like forever, and I was thinking about two tongues on my cock. The image made jizz spurt into the air.

“Oh, better not waste any more of that,” Amily laughed, just before she lowered her mouth again to swallow my fatness, her fist pumping my shaft. I felt another burst of seed exploding into the back of her throat, but her fingers tightened around the root, acting like a fleshy cock ring.

“You taste terrific,” Amily said, grinning up at me, her tongue licking the sheen of sperm off her lower lip. “I could suck you for hours, but I don’t want you dry – I want you to fuck me now.” She stood as she spoke.