The virgin maid (you just scroll down until you get to where it says: "This story to be continued", and resume on your reading of second part. Thanks.
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I almost rip her open... she would no longer be a virgin.
I was happily married at that time and we had three kids, I also had a splendorous job that would allow us a living without worries, for my salary was one of the best. That´s why my wife didn´t need to work outside, I provided for everything at home. She wouldn´t be engaged in any house work either for we used to hire a maid permanently.
The problem lays in my wife sending away maids. She dismissed them by any reason she considered acceptable and immediately fired them. In this way, the problem now was that we didn´t have a steady maid, one who worked permanently with us, that´s to say, for ever.
I was about to turn 40 and my sexual life was ok, at least in what concerns to my relationship with my wife, but there came the day when, out of the blue, it showed a new maid at home. She was especial, young -only 19- a petite. I want to stress that she had just turned 19 but actually looked younger. She was short, the owner of a gorgeous body, black long straight hair, and her eyes were so cute that seemed to invite you to have sex right there. Her glance communicated the look of someone begging for sex. Her breasts were no big but well done and a tremendous, gorgeous round ass like anybody would expect. I couldn´t help thinking how beautiful she was and I often admired her behind closed doors, looking for her perfect ass. Well I had to forget about fucking this girl, this was not a chick to be fucked coz I was married and wouldn´t get to her so easily. To tell you the truth, I shouldn´t be worried about this any longer, and it isn't worthwhile thinking in new sensations with this maid either.
But soon came that day when something changed in our relationship between this little lady and myself. She slept sometimes at home and in one ocassion she made a good comment about us, in fact coming from one person who is not naive or too innocent. This comment broke the ice between the two of us and we began to talk more freely. She said something regarding her findings and opinion about my heading to the bedroom every night where my wife was expecting me. She said:
"You two are happy people because you are married and can sleep together and share the same bed".
As she said this I noticed a delightful look in her face that triggered something within my brain: the morbid. I even felt a chill for the lust I was transmitted by this opinion.
From then on I began to be nicer and I frequently asked her questions about her boyfriend: "Do you dance with him, does he hold you in his arms when you dance?"
But there was a moment when I made my move: I asked her if somebody had ever caressed her, teased her, and she admitted her boyfriend had tried to touch her many times and that she had liked this a lot. She also enjoyed the pleasure of being touched everywhere in her body, and this confession ended up in my getting almost obsessed, attracted by this little virgin angel waiting to be fucked. She had never seen a penis in her lifetime and her boyfriend had never made an attempt to venture within herself.
Well, things being like they were now, I found myself tracking her down, making good moves with little progress at the beginning. I only had a few occassions to chat with her and continued to comment about the same issue: how delicious it is a good kiss, to be teased, caressed by someone you love, and to make love. I advised her no to wait any longer to know more about sex and that she should give it a try and touch a penis. I also told her that I would dare to show her mine so she made some progress and learned how one penis was shaped, but without risking anything. I asked her, in exchange, to be the good girl with me, s showed naked thus paying back my favors for giving her sexual orientation; it's a deal.
Well, I also instructed her about first lesson: she had to pretend she was not paying any attention and walk out naked in the mornings, only in her panties, so I could see more of her little cute body considering it. It was the only way out of this. This approach was the best one so I´d be more in the position to have a good opinion about her and to tell if she was beautiful indeed.
I was the only one to get up early in the mornings and she already knew my routine at home: I would go walk to the door step to pick up the journal. My request to walk naked for me apparently was a fair one. It was necessary. But she shouldn´t comment about that, just to remain silent or my wife would get suspicious. On the other hand she wouldn´t be pressed into doing anything she didn´t want to. Her only response to this situation was to laugh and grin, because she supposed I was going too far. Actually, I didn´t want to rush her.
Finally, at a certain day there was a football game on TV -the World Cup- and I was obliged to stay home at the time the game was transmitted on cable. But suddenly, we were alone at last!! I was wearing a robe and was lying on my bed in the bed room watching the game, but she was in my mind at all times. I couldn´t focus in anything different but in her beautiful image of her wonderful body.
I had a hard on on that day and began to touch my penis. I took it out of my boxers, through one side of it. I was sure she should come in any moment now to attend to her duties. I was right and it didn´t take her long to show in my bedroom to collect our clothing for laundry. I pretended I was not aware of her precense because I would be totally concentrated in the football game on TV. She surely would see my erection and I got curious about her reaction at the sight of me rubbing my dick.
To my surprise, she acted like if she hadn´t perceived anything, while I kept on touching my dick insinuating to her. Then she became wavering, unsteady. As I looked at her with the corner of my eye I knew she really was looking for my hard on, because I also glanced at her from time to time to make sure she was paying attention. So we both were pretending like if nothing was happening in that bed room. She did this several times before leaving the room but came back for any reason or excuse.
This was repeated over and over and again and again. It was out of question she only wanted glimpse at my dick. Of course, she had her own motives for doing this: curiosity. I think she was turned on at seeing a penis for the first time, hard rock like.
I felt such a morbid that I couldn´t take it any more: there was a moment when it took her too long to get back -probably she wouldn´t come any more- and I didn't wait to call her name. At this moment my dick was completely out of my briefs and hard on as ever. As she came in, I told her to get close to the bed while she looked at the penis persistently with lure in her glance. This turned me on more and as she was close enough, I hugged her with passion, mi lips on hers.
It was the first time my hands had this chance to run along that young body. I carefully explored her breasts while she still was hugging me in complete exhilaration. She allowed me to stroke any part of her beautiful body and I lifted her skirt to reach her thighs. I sensed those ass sheeks that I had seen so many times in my dreams. I really don´t recall when I lifted her skirt and put my hard dick a little bit exactly above her panties so she would feel my penis in her flesh. Our excitement was too great, we wanted to love each other with great passion. She opened her mouth and our tongues met, panting, gasping for air. My hands were touching her vagina lips through the panty fabric: I was trying to reach her pussy with my fingers by sliding them on one side of her thong.
We were having the best of times as a noise came from the drive way: it was my wife´s car engine, which brought us back to reality, in the middle of that critical moment. Each one took his/her way as we separated very quickly. She run to her bed room while I stayed there, my heart beat thumped in my chest, but I resumed watching the game. This love affair had just had set a precedent, the hope for another encounter.