Arriving at work, the maid found an envelope stuck into the door of her locker. Opening it, she found it was a note from her favourite guests in room 365 offering her a position to work for them at double her salary. So confident were they she would accept, they even enclosed an open dated airline ticket.
What to do? Should she, shouldn't she? She knew little about them apart from their exciting sexual encounter weeks before. Her head told her she had a steady job at the hotel and should stick with it, but deep down, she felt an excitement of the unknown she couldn't ignore. An excitement that was coming from between her legs as much as from anywhere else. As soon as her shift ended, she gave in her notice. The die was cast, she was off on an adventure. All the same feelings of arousal came flooding back as she recalled the two day encounter with her new employers and she couldn't wait to get home to touch herself and relieve the tension building between her legs. She could almost feel her vibrator inside herself and she longed to hidden away indoors so she could stroke her now throbbing clit. She couldn't believe what they did to her, how just the thought of them made her so very wet.
They were there to meet her as she walked into the airport concourse. Kisses on the cheek all round, they led her to their waiting car. She was not surprised to find it was a limousine. Sitting in the back facing them, they chatted as the scenery rolled by. She felt instantly at ease with them and their smiles showed how pleased they were to have their little playmate back. Trying not to make it obvious, she couldn't help but sneak little glances at them, up the wife's skirt, a tiny bit of panties showing, the husband's crotch which she had a feeling was a little more swollen than normal. She didn't feel guilty, she was sure they were doing the same to her, glancing between her legs each time she crossed and uncrossed them. She was pleased she had worn her tight fitting blouse. It showed off the swell of her full breasts very nicely.
The house when they arrived, was just as she expected, a large mansion of a building with manicured gardens and a large pool out the back. With the driver fetching her bags, they showed her to her room. It wasn't what she expected. It was plushly furnished with every amenity she could wish for. They told her that the driver who was also the butler had a similar room just down the hall from hers. With that out of the way, they showed her the rest of the house and in particular, their bedroom upstairs. It was as lavish as any of the rooms in the hotel she had just worked in with a massive bed which they took great delight in showing her.
As formal as the tour was, the undertones were unmistakable, the sexual tension growing by the second. She wondered if they wanted to rip their clothes off and fuck her as much as she wanted them to right now. She wished she could just reach up under the wife's dress, slip her hand inside her panties and rub her lovely shaved pussy or kneel down and suck that wonderful cock of her husband's, the long hard swollen one she remembered with its thick shaft and bulbous head dripping with precum. Dragging her mind back to the present, she heard them explain that as they had cleaners and chefs, she would be little more than a house guest. Her only set duty was to clean their bedroom each day. Later, she was to learn that the butler/driver was pretty much in the same boat as her. Going by his build and appearance, she could only imagine why he was hired and what pleasures he must be inflicting on her new mistress.
"I think I'm going to like it here." she thought to herself smiling as they led her back downstairs.
After a leisurely lunch with her new employers, she decided she would take a dip in the pool and catch some rays. Back in her room, she stripped of her clothes and stood in front of the full length mirror.
"Not bad." she thought to herself. Her breasts were still nice and firm although a little white compared to the rest of her tanned body. The same with where she had removed her panties, that was a little white too. She was sure her employers would appreciate a nice overall tan. Maybe when she had the place to herself, she could sunbathe nude and fix that. Looking at her shaved pussy in the mirror, she reached down and ran her fingers over it. It was smooth, not a hint of stubble. She idly stroked the tips of her lips, wondering what pleasures lay ahead. There it was again, her clit tingling, wanting to be played with as her mind wandered to thoughts of naked pussies and hard cock. Snapping out of her reverie, she slipped on her small red bikini and some sandals and left her room.
The pool glistened with reflected sunlight as she lay on a deckchair in front of it, her bikini top pulled down as far as she dared and the straps of her shoulders so she wouldn't get tan lines. Her eyes were closed against the strong sunlight as it beat down on her body when a scraping noise startled her. She opened her eyes to the sight of the husband standing beside her chair with a drink in each hand. He had pulled another deck chair over beside hers and now sat down on it passing her one of the drinks, an ice cold Gin and Tonic.
