Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 06

... toned muscles.

I stared at him, my eyes gradually lowering... lowering.

"Yes, Yvette, can I help you?" he asked.

I bolted up, my cheeks going beet red. "Je suis désolé de vous déranger," I jabbered.

Wait, had we even agreed my character spoke French? Why wasn't the director shouting cut?

I looked up into his calm aqua blue eyes. I could see him encouraging me, egging me on.

"You're not intruding, Yvette, in fact I wanted to talk to you."

"Tu l'as fait?" I asked.

He walked across the room to me, reached down and picked up one of the towels I was carrying.

"Yes," he said, raised the towel and ran it through his thick, soaking wet hair. "It's about the ski trip."

Ski trip, I thought, what ski trip? Seriously, why were we still filming? From the corner of my eye I glanced over and saw nothing, the thick steam clouding the room.

"I'd cancel the trip but that might look suspicious while your murderous ex-husband is still on the loose. We need to keep up the ruse that you are not in fact the heir to an incredible fortune but rather a simple mild mannered house maid and I am a docile pool boy. Wouldn't you agree?"

Seriously, was that the plot of the porno? It was absurd, yet Josh delivered every line with such conviction that I believed him. Improvise I thought... improvise!

I did a quick spin and peered over my shoulder. "Est-ce sage?" I asked.

He moved closer. "Yes, it is. When I resigned from the firefighters 1st airborne I made a ...

... promise that I would protect you. And I intend to keep that promise."

He reached up, grabbed my shoulders and spun me around.

I gasped as I stared up at him. He flashed me a corkscrew smile and gave me a subtle wink.

... two can play that game, I thought.

I moved closer, brought my hands up and touched his bare chest. "Et qui va vous protéger?" I asked.

By his widened eyes, I'd thrown him a curve ball and caught him off guard.

My heart was in a frenzy, my mind spinning uncontrollably. I thought back, remembering the question I'd asked myself after I'd sucked my wife's strap-on dildo.

... what if it was real?

What if? My curiosity was feverish, gnawing away at me, consuming me.

Valerie's words resurfaced as if lifted from my clouded memories. After Josh opens the bathroom door, drop to your knees and... and.

All they wanted, all they asked for was a single shot they could use, then they'd swap in the influencer, and she'd take over. No, I thought as I bit my lip. It wasn't enough. I had to know.

As my hand glided down over his abs, I stretched up on my heels and gently whispered into his ear.

"Follow my lead," I said, then slowly sank down to my knees.

He remained perfectly still, staring down at me, at a loss for words. Good I thought as I toyed with the loose knot of his towel. It's my turn to enjoy the spotlight.

I undid the knot, and the towel fell free, dropping to the floor.

I gasped at the raw magnificence of his hard cock as it ...