My Houseeeper Seduced Me...

My Ecuadorian housekeeper and how she so effortlessly seduced me...

She was lovely, even though (spoiler alert) she never allowed me to explore her pussy. She was a bit shorter than I, with thick, silky long black hair, dark eyes and a bit "rubenesque", but she wore that moniker well as she dressed in tight jeans and wore tops that exposed just a hint of cleavage between her large breasts. Her skin had an olive color, and was flawless. During her days working here, I often would catch her eyes almost furtively watching me, and sometimes even when we spoke, they would slide over parts of me I didn't expect. I interpreted those looks as flattering, even as I wondered if they were possibly more of a sexual nature, but I never responded in any way.

What would become a lovely (albeit a one way physical relationship) started when I came out of the shower one day as she was dusting, and she approached me and commented on the silk robe I had on, about how pretty it was, and how soft it was as her fingers lightly ran across it right over my left breast down to my tummy several times (funny how I remember which one but I most certainly do) while asking where I bought it, how much it cost me, etc., almost small talk even if I was a bit taken aback at her daring!

But I'm sure she felt my nipple become erect through the silk. After all, they are what I can only describe as hypersensitive. Tended to well, with the right amount of licking, nibbling and yes biting, I quite often achieve orgasm from that alone. In hindsight, the way it became erect so quickly under her feather light caress was perhaps how she assumed she could gently part my robe under the silk belt that was holding it closed, and as she looked down, she blurted out in somewhat broken English something about my pussy being shaved so nicely and that this, she loved.

Needless to say, at that point I knew. Her kiss was suddenly welcome in that next moment. It was soft, so gentle and not aggressive in any way, but almost tentative. It was delicious! I felt myself melting, my senses heightened at the same time. We both giggled as she withdrew her lips from mine!

She gently, again almost tentatively, took my hand and led me to the sofa as I found myself untying the belt on my robe in libidinous anticipation. She sat me down, knelt before me as she gently spread my thighs and started caressing the insides of them both while her eyes glided between mine, my nipples, down to the very center of my hunger which was tingling with equal anticipation, and then proceeded to ever so softly kiss her way up my thighs until she reached my by now wet pussy. I knew, as my mind reeled between desire and a futile last ditch cautionary thought of "what should I do, is this because she wants a raise or bigger tips?", that this was a lovely opportunity, one that just might be repeated!

Her touch was feather light, she took her time as her lips and tongue between my legs sent shivers through me, and I realized she knew exquisitely well how to please a woman! I ran my fingers through her dark hair silky hair as she gently ran her tongue up and down the outside of my lips, barely toughing my clit which by now so begged for her attention.

With both my hands combing through her lovely hair, I guided her in applying more pressure as she took my engorged clit between her lips and drew it in to her silky tongue which fluttered against it like the wings of a butterfly. That combination of pressure and her exquisite tongue effortlessly brought me to an intense orgasm and I helplessly squirted hard. She was surprised, and I a little embarrassed as I had not warned her, but she went strait back as as whispered "More, mami, more"...

"More" was what I wanted at this point, and as I looked down to watch intently as her tongue danced over my engorged clit, my pussy began feeding her squirt after squirt which she guzzled down as if finding water in a hot desert oasis! She made me cum so effortlessly, and so many times, that her hair and face were soaked by my squirts. I so wanted to return the favor, but she gently declined and seemed to remain fixated on my pussy. It was a delicious hour or so, one that was repeated (and SO looked forward to) at least a dozen times after that.

I always so wanted to explore her they way she did me, but with that sly, drunken by desire smile, she would simply go back to pleasuring me and guzzling down my every squirt of pleasure, often with these little choking sounds as her moans of pleasure joined mine and her fingers, lips and tongue, redoubling their efforts, sent me spinning into space in ecstasy. Don't get me wrong, I have been with many men who have given me wonderful orgasms while orally pleasuring my clit, but there is something deliciously familiar in receiving it from a woman. It is, for a lack of a better term, so intuitive, so deliciously soft and nurturing, very much like I would lick my own pussy if I only could... :)

She was, in a sense, my first experience with what I jokingly called her one day after she looked up from between my widely parted thighs, her face and hair by now soaked: my "clit whisperer".

Not only was she an excellent housekeeper, but those episodes were such a delight for me, and I was profoundly saddened when she informed me one morning that she had urgent family matters to tend to back in her country and that she had to leave. She was nice enough to refer one of her friends to me as a replacement, but needless to say nothing ever transpired that could remotely replace the pleasure she so effortlessly and generously gifted me, one I would be wet in anticipation of every Thursday.

I keep hoping I'll get a call from her and her informing me she is back... Hope springs eternal!

Carpe Diem! :)