The pretty maid
Meenah writes ✍️
got home around noon that Saturday. I had spoken to my parents the evening before and just as Adesuwa had mentioned, they told me they were going for an engagement in Lagos for the weekend and were not going to be back till Monday. They told me if I could manage the time, I should show up at home. I told them I’ll try make it if I could and wished them a safe trip.
I had later spoken to Adesuwa that night and told her I would be home in the morning. I could hear the relief and gladness in her voice. She said mum wanted her to go with them on the journey but she had insisted she had a study session with Ireti and some of her other classmates for a test the following week and could not go. Mum had given her some ten thousand to take care of herself if she needed anything and told her to look after the house before they set off.
Adesuwa literally flew into my arms when I arrived. i had come down from the bike that dropped me in front of the house and had called her to come open the gate for me. Right now as I held her in my arms, I couldn’t believe how beautiful this girl had become.
“You just abandoned me,” she cried as she clung to me. I held her close and couldn’t help but feel her soft body pressed tightly against mine. My arms wrapped around her and I held her tighter.
“No, I didn’t abandon you.” I replied.
“Yes you did.” She replied, a look of hurt in her eyes. I held her back a bit and studied her. Yes, she definitely looked much more beautiful than the last time I saw her. Or was it because I hadn’t been home for almost a month? I couldn’t tell. All I know was that I had this pretty, voluptuous light-skinned beauty in my arms. Despite myself, I felt my heart go out to her. I didn’t even think of the fact she was still the maid.
She took my backpack from me and slung it over her shoulder and I followed her into the house. I couldn’t help but notice the way her hips moved gracefully in the tight jeggings she wore. The blood-red T-shirt she had on fit her body like a glove and I could clearly see the outlines of her brassiere which cupped her breαsts that were threatening to burst open her shirt. I could feel the stirrings of desire in my loins. Patience Ayo, I told myself, patience. You have all weekend with this girl. I followed her into the kitchen where she had prepared a delicious meal for me.
“I felt you’ll be hungry when you arrive so I decided to cook something for you to eat,” she said.
One thing about this girl was she could cook. My mum had really done a lot of work on this young girl. Gone was the shy, naïve village girl who joined us so long ago. Her delicacies were out of this world. I immediately went to the dining room and sat down at the table. As she placed the dishes in front of me, my mouth began to water. I hadn’t had a decent meal in a while and the sumptuous aroma filled my nostrils. My tummy growled in hunger and I shoveled some in my mouth, and as the flavors hit my palate and fought for supremacy over each other, so many delightful thoughts crossed my mind. I was in heaven.
“Adesuwa, this is…in fact I can’t think of any words for this…” I said.
“Do you like it?” she asked, her bright eyes lighting up the beautiful smile on her face as she watched me eat.
“Like it? Like is an understatement. I love it!!!” I shoveled another spoonful in my mouth.
“I’m glad you do.” She replied simply.
“Your husband is going to be a very lucky guy.”
She blushed slightly, but smiled again. I insisted she get a plate and join me, but she told me she had already eaten. I teased her with some spoonfuls of food. She refused at first, but when I kept pushing, she finally relented and opened her mouth. I fed her some spoonfuls and we chatted as we finished the food together.
Later on she headed out for her study group and I retired to my room to take a nap. Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t sleep. My thoughts were all about her. We had talked for a while after our meal and she had once again apologized for the way she had behaved. I had told her it was okay and we had made up. She told me she would be back in the evening in time to prepare dinner and had said goodbye and left.
All I could think of as I lay on my bed was her. I couldn’t shake her perfect body and smoldering curves from my mind, not to talk of her innocent look and lovely smile. I didn’t know if it was just lust I felt, but this girl really had an effect on me. it was just unfortunate she was just the maid. She was everything I would ever want in a girl. I wondered if she still had her encounters with her friend. Thoughts of that day returned and soon my díck began to stir and was at full length. My hand slipped into my shorts and I absentmindedly began to caress my s—t. I hadn’t cüm in a long while and my balls ached for release. I wonder, if after all that we had tried to mend, if I still went ahead to do what I had in mind, would it not just ruin all the efforts we had made earlier? My mind told me to just forget it all, but the throbbing of my díck told me otherwise.
Adesuwa returned from her study group around six-thirty and set out immediately preparing our dinner. I told her to make something not too heavy so she just prepared some nice fresh-fish pepper soup. We both ate and afterwards, she cleared the bowls and told me she was going to do the dishes.
That night, after completing all her tasks, she came to join me in the sitting room where I sat sprawled on the sofa watching a boring series on Lifetime. She looked pretty nice in her white pink-lined Hello Kitty pyjamas tank top and matching pink shorts. I knew she wasn’t wearing anything under as evident by the amount of boob flesh the top didn’t cover. A tiny bit of her midriff showed, and I could clearly see her nipples pushing gently against the top. She had covered her hair with a pink night-cap. She looked really radiant with her fresh skin glowing in the soft light. My little dude responded affirmatively to the beautiful sight.
“Wow,” was what came out of my mouth as I took her features in.
She smiled timidly, walking barefoot across the living room and sitting down on the sofa beside me.
“You look…radiant.” I said.
“Thank…thank you sir,” Adesuwa replied shyly.
“Your pyjamas…they look very nice on you,” I continued, my eyes roaming over her body, from her large, beautiful eyes, to her protruding chest, and down to her fresh laps.
“Thank you broda Ayo,” she replied.
“Where did you get it? I’ve never seen you wearing something like this?”
“I bought it yesterday at Ceddi Plaza, when you told me you were coming home.”
“Oh really? You bought this just for me?”
She nodded shyly, her face turned away in embarrassment.
“Seriously, it looks really nice on you,” I commented, “it fits you perfectly, like the sweet angel you are.”
She blushed slightly. “I…I’m happy you like it sir.”
“Stand up, let me see you.”
She got to her feet and stood in front of me. I turned her around gently. My hands rested on her hips as I turned her full circle. She couldn’t keep eye-contact and she turned her face away.
“Adesuwa,” I called her. My hands still rested on her hips.
“Sir,” she whispered back, glancing at me.
“You’re…beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered again.
I was tempted to kiss her lower belly which was staring me in the face. Instead, I moved back and sat her down on the sofa in-between my legs. She tensed up a bit at first, but after I sprawled back and pulled her to rest her back on my chest, she slowly relaxed.
I reached for the remote. “What do you want to watch?”
“Anything,” she replied.
I switched the channel to Africa Magic. For the next hour or so, we watched the movie that was being shown. From my point of view, i could clearly see down her deep cleavage. I gradually caressed her skin, my fingers rubbing her just below her breαsts. My díck began to grow hard in my shorts and I’m sure she must have felt it against her lower back, but if she did, she didn’t show any sign that she was aware. If anything, she just moved to make herself a bit more comfortable.
My fingers caressed her neck, from the back of her ear down to her collar bone. I felt a small shiver go through her and goose bumps broke out over her skin. I moved my hand to her midriff below her tank top and caressed her skin, feeling her temperature rise. I gave her a small kiss on her neck, and I finally heard her moan slightly. My fingers traced the roundness of her breast. They caressed the uncovered skin of her cleavage.
“Broda Ayo, stop it,” she moaned, but made no attempt to stop me.
I turned her around in my arms and she sprawled across me. I caressed her cheek and chin, pulled her head close and placed a kiss on her luscious lips. I felt her go stiff for a few seconds, but then felt her begin to relax. My hands ran down the side of her firm, young body and easily slipped beneath the bottom hem of her top. She moaned against my mouth as my hands found her smooth skin, and I slid them slowly up her back.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned helplessly as I did justice to her sweet, luscious lips.
In one quick, deft movement, without breaking the kiss, I repositioned her over my laps so she sat straddling me. Her upper body was almost totally exposed by my hands which had almost pulled her top off. Right in front of my face were her perfect breasts. I cupped them through her top with both hands and squeezed the firm flesh in my palms, feeling the fullness of her young melons again. I rubbed her hardening nipples with my thumbs, feeling them beginning to poke through. She responded by moaning loudly and grinding her crotch against the bulge in my shorts. She started whimpering cutely as we kissed, almost mewling as my thumbs picked up their rubbing against her nipples and her grinding became more frantic.
It didn’t take long for my eager hands to get bored. I pulled her top over her boobs before she realized what I was doing. She let out a little squeak into his mouth, though she didn’t stop kissing me and instead tried to stop me. That definitely was a mistake because as she moved her arms, she found it being pulled over her head. Her beautiful, firm breasts popped into view, and before she could make any protests, I had leaned forward to suck one of her dark nipples into my mouth.
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned. The tip of my tongue found the rapidly hardening nib and I s—-d a little harder around the firm flesh as I ran the length of my tongue over the hard pebble. A louder “Ohhh God,” escaped from Adesuwa’s lips and she arched her back as gooseflesh broke out over her skin again and another shudder ran through her. I flung the top aside and s—-d her n—-e harder. Adesuwa responded by pulling the back of my head against her, her hips involuntarily grinding downwards against me. I switched to her other breast, grasping it with both hands and guiding the excited little n—-e into my mouth. I rubbed the other wet tip back and forth with my thumb. This brought another long whimper from her, and she furiously grinded herself downward against my very hard bulge.
And then she froze. She let out a high pitched squeak and started to tremble in my laps. Her arms embraced the back of my head and hugged me tightly to her chest as her legs shook and her mid-section seemed to spasm. It took me a moment to realize she was cúmming. As she trembled and panted, her whole body lost in the bliss of o—-m, my rod swelled to full girth beneath her.
Adesuwa slumped against me for several moments, resting while half-hugging and half-leaning into my chest. She finally looked at me, her grey eyes glazed over.
“Oh broda Ayo,” she breathed.
“It’s okay baby,” I replied, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her lips again.
“Wha…what do you want from me?” she asked in obvious befuddlement.
I didn’t respond. I leaned back, her arms resting around my neck while I held her waist. She rested her forehead against mine while her boobs rose and fell in front of my face. She sighed deeply.
“Broda Ayo, you know I like you so much, but I am just a house girl,” she started. I could see the tears begin to form in her eyes. “Mummy will chase me away if she knows.”
“You are more than just a housegirl Adesuwa,” I told her. She avoided my gaze. “Look at me.”
Adesuwa turned her eyes to me. “You are not our house girl baby, you are part of the family. We will do anything to protect you just as we would to others. Always remember that. We all love you dearly.”
The tears started pouring down her face. I pulled her closer and she kept saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” as she cried into my shoulder.
“It’s okay baby,” I comforted her, hugging her tightly while running my hands over her bare back, “it’s okay. No one is angry with you. Don’t look down on yourself. You are one of us. Okay?”
She nodded, and after a while, she calmed down. I teased her a bit for crying like a baby, and pulled her top back on her. She smiled as I caressed her cheek and poked her nose.
“it’s time for bed baby,” I said, looking at the digital clock on the decoder. In our passion, we hadn’t realized it was way past midnight. The movie we were watching had ended and a couple of adverts were playing on the TV. She reluctantly got up from my laps. My balls ached from the unreleased pressure. I stood up and we turned off the lights and the TV before heading to our rooms.
“Good night , sweet angel,” I said as I gave her a hug and kissed her forehead. She turned her face up to me and I kissed her lips.
“Good night, broda Ayo,” she replied with a delicate touch on my arm.
To Be Continued…… . . …