Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night - Sex Stories

Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night

... to the side of the recliner. She glanced at me over her shoulder. "What you've got on is fine. I'll tell you when to change. Go to your room until I text you."

It's been ages since I've been sent to my room, but I didn't mind a bit.

***

I got a text after about forty minutes. I set my Stephen King novel down.

Maggie - Sir, your dinner is nearly ready. Thank you very much for staying at Maggie's Bed and Breakfast.

I smiled. Based on her wholehearted performance last Friday, I knew this was going to be a memorable night. She really got into the role-play.

I walked out of the bedroom to find Maggie in the kitchen. I could smell dinner cooking and it smelled good. Maggie is a terrific cook and I'm very glad she passed that on to Bobbi.

But I was not prepared forhow I found her. I don't know if you've ever seen a big curvy MILF in a French maid costume, but I assure you it's a sight you won't soon forget. She turned as I came into the kitchen from the hall.

"Bonjour, Monsieur! Welcome to Maggie's Bed and Breakfast. I am Babette. I will be serving you during your stay," Maggie said in the cutest French accent. I swear she missed her true calling as a real actress. Her classic black and white costume was very sexy and looked authentic. It didn't look like a cheap Halloween costume. Her bodice was loose and showed off the tops of her magnificent big tits. The laces below said it would take but a tug or two to release them completely in all their ...

... glory.

The skirt was short, and her big, wonderful ass made it even more so. She wore dark pantyhose with that sexy seam up the back of her legs. She wore a little lacey headband and a black garter on her left thigh. I guess my awestruck reaction kept me from slipping into character, and Maggie gave me a raised eyebrow and continued.

"Monsieur? Are you quite all right?"

I took a deep breath. "Oh yes. I'm fine. It's lovely to meet you ... Babette."

Maggie dropped into a curtsey. "I am so glad to meet you, sir. I enjoy it so, when Mademoiselle Maggie books a fine handsome man." She glanced at the oven, "Dinner, will be just a moment."

I glanced at the dining room table to see it set for one with candles and our best china and silver. I glanced back to find Maggie bent over to check the oven. The skirt rode up so that I could see the tiny black G-string that she wore. The silky gusset barely covered her labia and I wanted to drop to my knees right then. The dark pantyhose were the crotchless variety, that had a built-in garter belt. Her ass looked spectacular.

She slipped on a glove and pulled the pan from the oven. Pork loin is always a favorite and it smelled terrific. She set it on the stove and turned to me. "Some wine with supper, Monsieur?"

"That will be wonderful. Remind me to thank Maggie for assigning me such a beautiful attendant," I said with a bit of a leer.

Maggie's red-painted lips smiled seductively. Her makeup was just perfect. Dark and smokey eye ...