Maybe she’s not wearing panties either. The perfume she sprayed on herself hours ago, when she first left to meet our friends for dinner, wafts into...my nose, beautifully mixed with her natural scent, and I’d be filled with bliss if I could just keep rubbing her the way I’m doing now. This doesn’t even need to go any further. We’re both letting this moment flourish without words, maybe still unsure of who wants what. “I think that caffeine is kicking in.” The tone in her voice stirs the air. Our neighbor house consists of an old man who has one son and daughter who are studying in a nearby city and come once in a while. The Old man must be around 45-50 yrs and he works with a manufacturing company in the outskirts, his wife has expired few years back and he stays alone in the house. He will be leaving at around 9:00 in the morning and would return only after 7:00 in the evening. He has employed a servant maid, who is the heroine of this story, who comes at around 8:00 and leaves. She has been at Gillian’s since 4 because she only lives up the street.I answer the door and there she stands. She is wearing a blue denim jacket with jeans and trainers. “Hey there, Sexy!” She exclaims mischievously and throws herself in my arms whilst closing the door with a kick. Our lips lock in a passionate battle. I find my back to the wall as she grinds her whole body against me rubbing her jeans up against my dick bringing new life to it as it springs up with double intensity. She takes. I soon found that the story soon became more than a vision, or a part of my own imagination. Unlike my other stories, This is written from more of an equal perspective, Instead of just my own. As I sit and write this…I find my mind begins to wander, and a smile plays on my lips at the not too distant memory… A short time ago, I remember sitting, just staring out the window until, I felt your warm body rise and take my hand. Feeling your warmth I stand, and though looking a little confused, I.