Paula is very strong on equal rights for women, so she was more lenient than I would have been with our part-time housekeeper, a young woman from Korea we called Mitzi because it was the closest we could get to her real name without stumbling over the pronunciation. Mitzi had a lot of personal problems, including a stormy relationship with her boyfriend, but my wife Paula was always willing to forgive her any failings in her work because she was after all doubly disadvantaged as an immigrant and as a woman. Even when Mitzi got pregnant my wife encouraged her to continue working for us as long as she wanted to; firing her for getting pregnant would have been anathema to Paula.
So last weekend Paula was out of town at a Law Society conference in the capital. I was planning on idling the Saturday away and having a quiet day at home. After my shower I slipped on a robe and wandered into my study to check my e-mail, discovering to my surprise Mitzi was in there. I hadn't heard the vacuum cleaner going -- and that was because Mitzi was over at the liquor cabinet helping herself to a generous slug from my gin bottle. She looked over her shoulder at me, completely unfazed at my surprising her, and sniffled something about her boyfriend didn't love her. I could tell she'd been drowning her sorrows since she arrived for work; she was far from sober.
I took the glass from her and put it down. She swayed a little in front of me as I gave her a few standard clichΓ©'s - I was disappointed in her, she'd betrayed the trust we'd placed in her, this was not the way to behave in her condition, etc etc. She was standing very close to me and I could smell her hair as she looked down while I lectured her. "And," I concluded, "Paula doesn't believe pregnant women should consume drugs or alcohol. When she hears about this, I don't know if she'll be willing to keep you on......"
She gave a moan and said piteously "Please, not tell her. I need my job. My boyfriend no good to me. He says I am getting too big to be a woman to him, and I am scared he may leave me." She swayed against me unsteadily, and I could feel her breasts through the loose-fitting coat she wore to work. I felt a stirring somewhere and something twitched in the back of my mind. "Well, maybe I could forget this," I said after a moment, "but you'd have to persuade me." She blinked at me uncertainly and to make my meaning clear I took her arm and drew her close to me, so close that I could feel her swollen belly pushing against me. I felt the blood beginning to surge in my veins, warmth in my groin spreading throughout my body. She looked up at me, her mouth forming an 0 as she digested the message of my body language.
While she was still taking it in, I pushed her gently down onto the couch and began unbuttoning her coat. It was a warm day, so I wasn't surprised to find she was naked beneath it except for some nice looking silk panties. Her firm young body was golden in the morning sunlight, and her boobs were full and round, bigger than they were before she got knocked-up. I closed my hand around one of them, hefting its weight as I felt the nipple digging into the palm of my hand. She moaned a little. I ran my hand down her body and rested it on the "bump", feeling the swollen belly heaving against me as her breathing quickened.