When I look up and see a beautiful black woman standing on my stairs, I’m overwhelmed with how sexy she is in those jeans. I remember Susan’s mother wearing jeans when we were in high school and how it excited me to watch her walk around in tight jeans.
Andrea’s small waist and shapely hips causes me to become aroused and something is racing through me and it’s an intense physical attraction for her. She’s drawing my attention away from her body because her smile is inviting with her full set of white teeth. Her expressive brilliant dark eyes is heavenly as her sweeping black eyelashes open and close when she gazes down at me.
Her face is small and youthful and all I want to do is rush to her and kiss her full lips, wrap my arms around her waist and bring her to me hard, then feel her body next to mine. My breathing is intense and my daughter knows something is going on. I try to cover up my feelings.
For a moment looking at Andrea standing before me, I don’t feel thirty five, I feel like a young man on the prowl for a piece of pussy. She awakens sexual desire in me and that surprises me, and I didn’t know how to act. I stumble for words.
I had been around men and rarely paid attention to women because I tried to fill my life with Susan, and whenever I dated, the women would raise an eyebrow at the age of my daughter because she appeared more like she should have been my sister.
I didn’t think they like the idea of marrying a man that had children they may have to mother, so I just stopped dating and filled my life with Susan and work.
I know Andrea thinks I’m out of touch because of what I say and how I act with her. I wanted her so much at first glance that I may have been trying to run her away because I’m attracted to her, and when I love something I want to possess it. I haven’t felt like wanting to fuck a woman I like for years, until Andrea came along. Now all I think about is her, and possessing her in every way possible.
When I suggested that she work for me as a maid, I knew she would get angry and she did. That was my way of testing her and myself. I could have given her a job at my office for the summer, but I was too attracted to her, and everyone would see it. I would probably act like an inept fool fumbling and stumbling around and saying the wrong things to her, like I did at the dinner table.
I was more than surprised when she agreed to stay on and work for me. She’s still in her room and Susan has gone. I send the head of my staff to train her on her duties in my house and give her a uniform. I instruct him that she’s more of a guest and don’t give her duties that will be too strenuous. “She can bring me a small tray of food for lunch on Saturdays, if I’m working late and let her dust my room. Nothing hard,” I say to the butler.
Susan has been gone since Monday and it’s Friday evening. I haven’t seen Andrea since Susan left for the islands with friends. I’m walking to my room and she’s coming out of her door and I run into her. I want to talk to her and apologize, but I don’t know how to do it. I never apologize, “it is a sign of weakness,” my father had said.
I pass her and nod, I stop not sure what to say but she speaks first, “Mr. Belgrave, I hope you’re satisfied with my work.”
“Call me Robert.” We stand a few silent minutes. As I gather my thoughts, I’m looking at her face and her plump lips, and I get excited, I want to bring her into my room and place her on the bed, trace my finger around those full lips and kiss her then plunge my dick in her mouth. My thoughts give me an erection that I’ve been overlooking, reminding me that I’m still a young man with needs.
“Everything is sufficient, Ms. Hawthorne,” I say with too much coldness to my voice and I want to take back what I just said. But I walk away to masturbate to her beautiful lips and that body which has me captivated and willing to do anything to possess it.
“Call me Andrea, you selfish arrogant rich dominating bastard.” I hear her and I turn and march up to her and seize her arms. I have her pined against the wall and I have my body pressed into her mound and I feel her. I want to take her. I want to possess her. She’s looking at me and I lean in to her and I kiss her. She’s kissing me back but I know by her soft kiss, this is her first kiss with a man, because she doesn’t kiss aggressive and with her tongue like a woman.
“I’m sorry, Andrea. I shouldn’t had said that or kissed you.” I’m breathing hard and I can’t control myself. The thought of her and wanting to make love to her is driving me insane. She has ignited and awaken my sexual being and I can’t control myself around her.
She gives me a small smile and I feel her heart hammering in her chest. Is she afraid? I don’t think she is. She’s as aroused as I am. I glance at her as I walk away, rush to my room to masturbate to the memories of kissing and pressing my body on her, before I call a girlfriend who has been wanting me to fuck her for years. Andrea has me hot and I need relief.
Portia agrees to have dinner with me.
At seven o’clock Portia drives up in her BMW and parks outside. It’s dinner time and Andrea is helping out and will serve us. I realize how stupid it was to call Portia to have dinner with me when all I want to do is fuck Andrea. But it’s too late now and the damage is done.
I meet her at the door, “Do you need to freshen up before we eat?” I say to Portia.
“I’ll wash my hands first. I’m starving, I’ve been shopping all day.” That’s one reason why I never dated. Most of the women I know spend their time shopping and were never interested in traveling or leaving the country. Susan was a better companion than any of them. I’m thinking I haven’t heard from Susan for a week. But my mind is more on Andrea.
We walked together into the dining room and standing near the table, placing wine glasses on the table is Andrea. Her head is down and she’s smiling. She’s happy and humming as if she holds a secret about me. That I want to make love to her. When she turns and looks up at me and Portia, I read her face.
She isn’t pleased. “This is great,” Portia says sitting down next to me. Then she peeked at Andrea standing in the corner waiting for instructions.
“I see you have new help from the last time I was here. She’s much younger and prettier than any of your other maids or housekeepers.” Andrea’s face doesn’t change and her glance doesn’t waver. She’s fixed on me, and her eyes are dark and distant.
I read her expression. There is no way I will touch her again.
“I employed her as a favor to Susan. She’s a friend of Susan’s.” I glare at Andrea and her mouth turns downward. Her finely arched brow has lifted. She’s furious. But why was she angry? I had to find out.
Andrea looks at me and walks out of the dining room and doesn’t come back. A waiter comes in to take her place. I love looking at her. She made me feel good just by her being there.
After I sent Portia home, I went to Andrea’s room but she wasn’t in there. Then looking out of her window, she was sitting outside near the pool in a swim suit. A revealing swim suit. I could see her breasts from where I was standing.
I had drank a lot of wine for dinner trying to get my courage up to fuck Portia. I wasn’t attracted to her and I guess I wanted to just put my dick in anywhere it would fit. There was only so many pictures of naked women that I could masturbate to before I went insane.