Chapter 3
Phyllis greeted Karen happily and took her into the living room to meet with Laura. Liking both the house and the mother and daughter, Karen still sensed an atmosphere of repression. There was a lonely longing in the eyes of Phyllis and Laura, and Karen wondered what Jim was like, but he was off on business.
"Oh, Ben," Laura said, and Karen turned to see the boy standing in the doorway. "Come and meet Karen."
With a trace of shyness, Ben walked toward the women. Only Karen had a full frontal view of the youth, and so only she noticed the bulge against the crotch of his jeans. Slowly, she raised her eyes to his, and she smiled warmly.
"Good to meet you, Ben," she said as she took his hand.
Ben nodded dumbly at the softness of her touch, and at the husky warmth of her voice. He swallowed hard.
"My, but you're quiet today, Ben," Laura laughed. "Well, Karen, I imagine you'd like to see your room and freshen up. I'll...."
"Oh, I don't want to bother you," Karen gently interrupted. "I'm sure Ben wouldn't mind showing me, would you, Ben?" she asked.
"N-no," he stammered as his eyes jerked up from her long legs.
"I'm sure it's going to be a pleasure working here," Karen smiled at Laura, and her emerald green eyes held Laura's for several moments.
"I-I hope so," Laura nodded, and she wondered why she felt flushed.
Phyllis watched Karen's statuesque legs as the woman followed Ben from the room, and she looked forward to having someone around the house she could talk with.
Karen watched the boy's buttocks move beneath his jeans, and she felt a strong temptation to act as more than a housekeeper to the Torrance family. Phyllis was clearly a virgin yearning to overcome her repressions. Laura was obviously sexually discontented. Ben was eagerly seeking to be rid of his virginity, and his father...? That was the only unknown factor. Karen found herself very curious about him.
"Here it is," Ben said as he motioned through an open doorway, and Karen looked in. She stood very close to Ben, and his breathing deepened.
"Ah, a nice big bed," she said approvingly. "Thanks, Ben," she said, and leaned over to kiss his cheek.
The boy blushed and was unable to say anything. Yet, the hardening of his cock against his pants' leg said more than enough to Karen.
"I should give you something for being such an excellent bell captain," she smiled, and slipped a dollar from a pocket in her skirt.
"Oh, no," the boy muttered.
"Don't be silly," she said, "it'll be our secret."
His open hands drew back from the offered bill, and she suddenly reached down to catch his pocket with her free hand. Stunned, he looked down as she pushed the dollar down into his pants' pocket. Her fingers moved fully into the pocket, and he felt the backs of them slide against his hard prod.
"Enjoy yourself with that," she said, and she went into her room, closing the door behind her.
His mouth dry, Ben stared at the door as he wondered if she had noticed his erection. He was on the verge of an orgasm, and he turned to quickly move to the privacy of his own room so that he could come without doing it in his jeans.
Late the next morning, Karen followed Laura's instructions as she prepared a drink for the woman. She recalled that while serving dinner the night before, she observed Laura's husband express interest in what was between her legs. That had decided her to liberate the Torrances.
She wore a traditional maid's uniform of black silk with a white apron, and the short skirt showed off her legs to good advantage as she carried the drink to Laura. The woman was stretched out by the pool.
Laura's bright orange bikini revealed the beauty of her body and contrasted well with her tanned flesh. She sat up to take the drink, and Karen waited while she tested it. Laura's big tits strained against the small top as she drank.
"Very good," Laura nodded approvingly, and rolled over onto her stomach. "You're as good a bartender as you are a chef, Karen," she said as she put the drink down, and she reached back to untie the strap of her top.
"Let me get that, ma'am," Karen said, and the woman looked at her as she went to one knee. "There," Karen smiled as she unfastened the strap, and her skirt shifted higher on her parted thighs.
"Thanks," Laura murmured as her top fell away from the lush weights of her tits, and she looked at Karen's legs with a twinge of envy.
"Would you like me to lotion your back for you, ma'am?" Karen asked with a nod toward Laura's tube.
"Uh, yes, if you'd like," Laura nodded, and she took a sip of her drink.
Laura's dusky tan nipples shifted against her beach towel as she watched Karen stretch to lift the lotion. The skirt of her uniform pulled up from the side of one thigh, and then dropped back down as she began to squeeze the lotion into one soft, pink-rimmed palm. Leaning on her elbows, Laura rubbed the cool glass against her sun-warmed face. Her eyes closed as Karen's long-fingered hands spread out over her shoulder blades.
Slowly, Karen flexed her hands against the woman's supple back, and she began to work the thick cream into the olive flesh. The sunlight gleamed in the waves of Laura's honey-blond hair as she began to lay her head down. The globes of her breasts pressed against the towel and pushed out to the sides. Her eyes lidded as Karen moved her hands down to the small of the woman's back. The bikini bottoms molded to the full ass cheeks and left their cleft bare.
A light breeze stirred the surface of the pool, and the water lapped against the tiled sides. Karen's tapered fingers shifted against the tendons at the sides of the base of Laura's spine, and the heels of her hands shifted against the tops of Laura's ass cheeks. Laura murmured drowzily, and her hips shifted. Before she could think about the contact, g Karen's hands were moving up her sides to work the lotion into her slim waist.
Music drifted from the stereo speakers by the bar, and the sunlight spangled the surface of the water. Laura forced her eyes open and glanced back toward her servant kneeling beside her. She smiled as she basked in the luxury of being oiled, and her eyes closed again.
Karen's hands cupped Laura's waist and pushed upward. The woman's flesh gleamed as the light reflected from the lotion. Karen's-hands moved nearer to the ripe orbs of Laura's tits, and the edges brushed against the soft flesh as she oiled Laura's slats. Her legs ajar, Laura's hips again shifted against the pool side, and the bikini bottoms stretched taut across her fanny.
Laura's lips parted as Karen's hands casually cupped the exposed back sides of her tits to oil them. Then the hands were moving back down her back and lifting. She swallowed and wondered why Karen had stopped. Then Karen's hands pressed a fresh load of the cream to the backs of her thighs.
Though her legs were shapely, Laura felt a bit timid about Karen's oiling them due to the exquisite beauty of Karen's. She pushed herself up a little and took a long drink. Karen's touch moved knowingly over her thighs and down her calves as she covered the backs and the outsides. Then her hands began to move up the insides of Laura's legs.
Laura's hands tightened against the beach towel as Karen's tender massage moved up past her knees. Karen's fingertips pressed and pushed higher as her palms turned against the silky flesh of the woman's thighs. Laura's elbows slid forward, and her chin touched the towel as her eyes closed. Her features were tense, and a fine patina of perspiration shimmered upon her forehead. The weights of her tits rose and fell against the terry cloth, and her shoulders shifted, which caused her nipples to rub against the texture.
Karen's fingertips moved to the base of the woman's ass cheeks, and they shifted beneath the bikini bottoms. Laura's lips parted to her ragged breathing. Karen worked her fingers down between the tops of Laura's thighs, and Laura's straightened legs moved further apart. The underarch of the bottoms clung to the plump mound of Laura's cunny, and the sun gleamed from a honey-blond curl of soft hair that peeked out from under the fabric.
Karen turned her hands to cup the backs of Laura's thighs, and her thumbs worked the lotion down against the insides. Laura moistened her lips and swallowed hard. The sides of Karen's fingers shifted against the exposed bases of Laura's buttocks, and the insides of her thumbs brushed against the thinly covered mound of Laura's sex.
Laura's face was tightened with arousal, her cheek pressed against the towel that her hands gripped. Her breasts were forced down hard against the terry cloth. The sunlight gleamed from her oiled body.
Karen moved her emerald eyes from the shifting curve of Laura's snatch to the woman's face. She smiled. Her own breathing was heavy, and her knees rubbed together. She lifted one hand and pressed the other down between Laura's thighs. The back of the hand rubbed the inside of one thigh, her thumb and fingertips caressing the inside of the other, and the inside of her forefinger and its knuckle stroked Laura's lightly covered slit.
Karen pressed her free hand against her own thighs just below the hem of her short skirt. Her hand was coated with the lotion, and she moved it up beneath the shirt and to the tops of her thighs. Her eyes were heavily lidded as she continued to discreetly caress Laura's inner thighs and cunt, her other hand more directly fondling her own cunt.
Karen's eyes squinted shut as her head went back, and her mouth widened. Her hand jerked beneath her skirt, the other moving faster between Laura's legs. She swayed on her knees as she sought to steady herself, and her orgasm rippled out through her.
Laura trembled with desire. Then suddenly, the hand was gone from her heated flesh, and she blinked with confusion. She looked back toward Karen and saw her wiping the lotion from her hands. Flushed, her maid smiled pleasantly at her.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, ma'am?" Karen asked, and her green eyes held Laura's.
"Uh, no, no," Laura stammered nervously as she realized just how aroused she had become. "Why, if someone had seen us they'd probably have thought we were dykes or something," she laughed nervously, and sat up to take a large swallow from her drink, and forgot that her bikini top was off.
"Why?" Karen asked innocently as she looked at the wide pegs of the woman's dusky tan nipples. "Besides, you've got complete privacy here, ma'am."
"Yes, of course," Laura nodded, and glanced down at her breasts. Karen's response made her feel more self-conscious about putting her top back on than about being nearly naked before the uniformed Karen. "When I ly on my back, I put cold cream on my nipples so they won't get dried out," she said absently.
"Are you planning to sun on your back today, ma'am?" Karen asked.
"N-no," Laura blushed as she realized that her words could have been interpreted as a request for Karen to rub the cream into her burning nipples. "It just ... feels daring somehow to tan my breasts, to not have the tan interrupted."
"Since you have privacy, ma'am, why don't you sunbathe in the nude?" Karen asked.
"Oh, I ... I'd feel too nervous. It seems daring just ..she trailed off as Karen's eyes held hers. "Do you think I should?" she asked with a dry mouth.
'Well, it's not really my place to say, but I would in your place."
"You would?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Laura looked around nervously and took another drink. She laughed, intoxicated with both the drink and arousal. Karen smiled as the woman reached down to fumble with the bottoms.
"Allow me, ma'am," Karen said, and Laura nodded after a moment.
Laura stretched out again and raised her hips for Karen to peel the bright orange bot toms from her tush. Karen watched the lush cheeks bared, and then the undercurve of Laura's honey-furred cunny. Laura shifted with a mixture of expectation and embarrassment as Karen slipped the bottoms over her feet, leaving her totally naked.
"You must be careful not to get burned," Karen remarked. "The lotion ... Y"
"Y-yes," Laura nodded, and kept her eyes closed.
Karen squeezed the lotion into her palms and spread them over the soft, untanned flesh of the woman's buttocks. Slowly, she spread the lotion with circular turnings, and then she began to stroke with her fingers. The mounds of her thumbs shifted toward the inner bases of the cheeks, and her thumbs pressed against the junctures of ass and thighs. Laura's passion was reborn, and her expression clearly revealed her pleasure. Her legs tensed and spread wider. Karen's thumbs moved down the supple grooves toward the damp curlings of Laura's wide bush.
Karen's grip tightened, and her fingers pressed into the firm pillows, kneading them against one another. Her thumb tips shifted the soft curls of Laura's muff against the woman's pink lips. Laura's mouth closed, and her teeth caught the towel to bite hard. Her oiled body shifted sensuously as she luxuriated in the "innocent" caresses of her servant.
The untanned buttocks now gleamed with the lotion, as did the tanned remainder of Laura's body. And her slit gleamed with her juices. Karen's hands continued caressing down above the woman's mound and shifting the curlings against the tremoring cleft. Karen watched her face as she gauged the level of Laura's excitement. Laura was clearly on the verge of coming. Karen's hands lifted from the hot flesh.
Laura's eyes opened and were glazed. Her mouth quivered as she sought words from amidst her confusion.
"Will there be anything else?" Karen asked as she stood.
Laura stared up the exquisitely long legs to the shadowed area beneath Karen's short skirt.
"N-no," Laura said, and lifted her drink again.
Karen turned, and smiled as she walked away. She knew that Laura's eyes were fixed on the swing of her legs, and the shifting of her fanny beneath the black silk uniform.
Laura pressed her forehead to the towel as she tried to get hold of herself. She could no more ask Karen to continue caressing her than she could have admitted to herself that she had been highly aroused by her maid.
In his room, Ben was stretched out on his bed. With his eyes closed, he was sliding his hand down into the pocket of his jeans, mim icking the movements of Karen's hand the night before.
In his mind, the backs of the fingers brushing his hard cock through the denim had become those of Karen's. His free hand slid his T-shirt up from his flat, young belly and caressed it. His hand turned in his pocket and grasped the thick hardness of his tool. The fingers of his other hand slid beneath the waistband of his jeans, and the tips kneaded his tightened abdomen. His breathing was deep.
He pushed the button of the jeans free and began to slowly unzip them. His hand moved under his underwear to directly grip his prod as his other hand continued to rub it through the pocket. He pushed the cotton briefs down the straining shaft and over the head, and his prick thrust up into the air. His hand came out of the pocket and pushed the cloth further down so that he could bare his heavy balls. Then, the hands that were, for him, Karen's hands, began to stroke his engorged trunk and to caress his come-filled nuts.
His heart pounded, and he could only hear the sound of his own ragged breathing. His closed eyes squinted as he slid his hand up and down his length, and he was totally unaware of his door opening and closing.
Karen moved silently toward him with a smile. She held a mop in her hand. She watched his hand slide up and down his man sized cock, and she dampened her lips as she debated with herself. Then she turned and began to dust his dresser.
Ben frowned with uncertainty, and then opened his eyes to find out if he had heard something. He blinked in amazement as he saw Karen turn from his dresser to the night table beside him.
"Don't let me disturb you. I'll be finished in a minute," she smiled pleasantly, as if noticing nothing out of the ordinary in witnessing his masturbation.
Abruptly, he jerked the top sheet of the unmade bed up over his throbbing cock. Speechless, he did not know what to do of say.
Karen squatted down by the bedside table and began to dust the lower shelf. Ben stared at her legs and at the way her short skirt fell away from the backs of her thighs. She pivoted to reach into the shelf, and her thighs parted to give him a momentary glimpse of her cunny. She was wearing transparent bikini panties.
She stood and crossed to a table in front of the bed. She leaned forward from the waist to lightly dust the car and airplane models covering the table, and her skirt rose up from the backs of her beautiful thighs. He bit at his lower lip as he saw the center base of her luscious fanny revealed to his dilated eyes.
She turned and moved back to the side of the bed. He stared up at her as he wondered what she was going to do, and her hand moved down toward where the sheet was tented atop the pole of his sex.
"Do the sheets need changing?" she asked, and her hand brushed against his cock's head as she felt the cloth with her fingertips. The fabric shifted against the hyper-sensitive flesh of his knob, and his breath caught. She did not seem to notice. "Oh, what a nice T-shirt," she smiled, and the bed shifted as she sat down on the edge. "Really nice," she nodded as she reached up to touch the raised shirt, and the inside of her wrist brushed his tensed belly as the inside of her forearm rubbed against the side of thinly covered prick. His eyes were heavily lidded. "Oh, I guess I'd better wash this," she said, and he followed her eyes down to where a droplet of pre-come had dampened the sheet.
Before he could gather his thoughts, Karen was raising up off the bed and pulling the sheet from atop him. As she gathered the sheet in her hands, the cloth pulled and slid over his throbbing cock. She reached down for the lowest point of the sheet, as if to gather it into a bundle, and her hand moved directly over his come-glutted balls. He had begun by fantasizing that her hands were touching his loins, and now they were doing it in reality.
"Oh, I've smeared some on you," she said apologetically, and she sat back down. "I'll get it off," she promised, and her fingers curled around the top of his shaft as the plump base of her thumb brushed against his dorsal vein. Her thumb rubbed the lips of his knob, and his hands clutched the bed.
His eyes closed, his head went back against the pillows, and his body arched. She smiled warmly as she witnessed his pleasure, and her long fingers began to play knowingly upon the pipe of his flesh. He groaned at the hot waves of rapture her soft touch drew from him. His head turned from side to side, and his hips began to thrust. His tool rose and fell within her caressing grip, and his breath caught hoarsely in his throat.
His cock jerked in her hand as spasms went through him, and then his come was fountaining up to splash over her hand and over his belly. With a sigh of ecstasy, he fell back limply He was in a daze as her hand left his softening member. A few moments later, he forced his eyes open as she moved a damp wash cloth over his fevered flesh and cleaned his come up. He also saw that she had not cleaned her own hand, and that the thick brew clung to her flesh.
"There," she smiled casually, "all cleaned up."
She stood up, gathered the top sheet from the floor, and picked up her dust mob. His spend still decorating her hand, she turned and moved to the door.
"Sorry if I disturbed you," she said, and went out as the boy stared in satiated astonishment.
Outside the boy's door, Karen paused to suck his juices from her hand. Savoring his taste, she wondered about his father. Jim had been coming in late, and so she had not had an opportunity to be alone with him, yet.