curvaceous caregiver.
But like I said, distracted Sonny and the Wicked Bitch of the East only dropped by for a quick peek each evening and were absent the rest of the time. That meant the only one between me and luscious Liana was the old lady. I didn’t see her causing any problem either, because this particular auntie was apparently not terribly aware of what was going on around her.
In fact, after a short time, Liana and I would flirt along the pathway or in the lift with the auntie right there, just staring out into space, evidently oblivious to my presence—or at least my intentions. Even better, the auntie tended to nod off for long periods during the day, which allowed Liana to slip out quickly and do personal errands or schmooze with her maid friends. Now I just needed the opportunity to make some arrangements with Liana herself.
Early one evening, we ran into each other at the shopping centre. “Is Sir buying something?” she asked, blithely ignoring the half-full shopping basket that I was lugging.
“Yah, I had to pick up a few things I need before the weekend.” We happened to be standing near the checkout counter at that point. A blush tinged her dark cheeks as she glanced over at one of the displays there, then turned back quickly, her eyes cast down towards the floor.
“Sir will probably have to buy some packages of those things for his weekend, I think.” I turned to see what she was referring to. The first thing I saw was what she must have seen: the condom display. A rather ample condom display actually. I was stunned, though clearly not in any unpleasant way. I just couldn’t…
When I looked back at Liana, she had just peeked up at me, a delectably impish smile on her face. Wondering what the fuck to say, I stammered out
“I… I think I have enough of those already.” I swallowed deeply. The next thing I said could carry me to either bliss or disaster. I had to be very clever, very polished. “You going back to the Chateau right after this?” Don’t smirk; it was clever enough. Liana flashed another of her bountiful smiles and said she had to pay first, holding up two cans of sugar cane juice.
I pointed out that paying would be advisable, then told her to put them in my basket and I’d pay for everything. We could settle up later, I added.
We then joined the queue, with Liana standing right behind me. It was like some guy shopping with his maid, I thought. Then I realised I wasn’t at all unhappy with that. If anyone saw us, they’d never think I was about to hit on a maid from my complex. They’d think we were just… hey, another maid and her well-heeled employer. But I suddenly decided I didn’t care what they thought. What business did they have thinking about us anyway? To hell with them, right?
As we strolled back to the Chateau, I asked Liana if she had any boyfriends here in Singapore. She told me the guys here did not seem to like her. I told her I found that extremely hard to believe. She just smiled sweetly, as if she didn’t believe it herself. I then asked if she had any boyfriends back in Sulawesi. She had a few, she told me, but they weren’t serious. “Just a bunch of stupid boys,” she said. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” By this time, I was finding it a little hard to walk since I was grappling with an erection that was caught in my boxers, jutting out sideways. This was no big handicap, though, as Liana herself was not able to move too quickly in her tattered flip-flops. Thanks to these two restraints, the stroll back was long and leisurely. We laughed and giggled a lot, though I can’t for the life of me remember what we were laughing about. As we waited for the green light just across from the Chateau, I decided to make my move. I asked her if she’d like to come down to my apartment sometime soon, maybe have some tea and cookies. She said she preferred the sugar cane juice. I told her I was friends with a major supplier. She asked when she should come. I asked when she could come.
We arranged for her to come over early Saturday afternoon. “Sir” and
“Ma’am” were going off to visit friends in Malaysia this weekend, and she said she could drop in when her auntie had her naptime. “Great. Oh, we should spend some time together over at my place,” I added.
“No problem,” she promised. “My auntie usually takes a long nap in the middle of the day.” I really liked the way she said “lo-ong.” My cock somehow managed to stiffen even more as it found another nook at the side of my boxers to snuggle into. I could barely move. But for Liana and me, it just remained to work out the logistics.
She had told me that her auntie usually dozed off right after lunch. That should be about a quarter past one, she thought. But it was almost three by the time she finally arrived. I was going crazy by then, scanning some of the DVDs I’d pulled out to try to distract myself while waiting for her. But it was worth the wait. When she finally stood there in the doorway, she was just so hopelessly lovely. She had done something special with her hair and even put on a bit of lipstick. As much as I loved her natural look, she was even more alluring with this little touchup. I had a hard-on within seconds.
I offered her some sugar cane juice. She said she would love some.
Then she shyly asked if I could add some alcohol to it. “Sure,” I answered, “no problem.” I reached into the back of my cupboard for a bottle of vodka.
She scooped up the glass, then downed the whole thing in one long swallow. “Sorry,” she said, “I was so thirsty.”
“Nothing to apologise for,” I replied, then asked if she wanted a refill.
She nodded, but added, “Just half a glass.” While I was still pouring, she turned and glanced at the kitchen floor. “Oh,” she sort of squeaked. “You really need your floor cleaned.”
“Oh yeah, but it’s alright,” I replied. “I… I always leave it until Sunday.
I look forward to doing it right after morning coffee and the
She was amazing; I don’t think I could have found those things so quickly.
“It’s alright, it’s alright,” I said.
“Oh no, Sir, this floor really needs a good clean.”
“Just leave it,” I barked. “I’ll… I’ll take care of it later so you can get a good sleep tonight. I promise.”
Liana had moved to the kitchen sink and was running hot water into the bucket. “No, this is good, so. I really like cleaning floors. It’s so much fun.” While I moped, she mopped. And then things got more interesting. “I hope you don’t mind, Sir. But it always gets so hot when I do this work.” Before I could ask her what I was supposed to not mind, she had swiftly tugged off her tight-fitting tee and with one further, deft movement removed the bra as well. She stood there with those luscious coffee-toned breasts topped by dark nipples and a kid’s-party smile spread all over her face. She looked down briefly, as if to check what had me so transfixed, then looked back up, her smile conveying a sense of total understanding and agreement.
She then swivelled and flipped the bra and tee onto the kitchen table with all the grace and artfulness of a stripper.
Oh my God, she was a fucking work of art under that maid’s attire. Her skin was soft, light brown, the shade of coffee just the way I love it. Probably just as sweet, too, I was thinking. Although Liana was of small stature, her tits were fantastic: not as large as I imagine Hazniya’s were, but sizeable and perfectly sculpted. I wanted to clutch them in my palms and moved towards her with every intention of doing so.
Holy wake up, I couldn’t stand it. I had such a massive hard-on, I thought it might choke me. I figured if I couldn’t put it into her, and very soon, I’d probably start ramming myself against a wall until I collapsed from exhaustion and multiple abrasions.
But she seemed obsessed with getting that damn floor clean. Desperate to plunge myself into this lady, I moved to the very edge of the soapy circle and reached out for her. But she pushed me off. With a poised smile and a no-no shake of her head, she said, “Not yet, Sir Jeffrey. I have to start scrubbing first.”
Then she said something else that made me crazy. “Oh,” she said, “I wore my very special panties today, you know.” She unhooked her shorts and opened them to show me the knickers: a splashy swirl of bright colours. They looked like they’d been designed by someone whose usual job was turning out ice kachang. “I always wear them for special days. But I don’t want them to get wet. Would you mind it if I…?”
I guess she took my tongue hanging down over my chin as the closest I could get to “No, I don’t mind!” because within a few seconds she had pulled off both shorts and pants, then carried them over to the kitchen table
