A Maid to Order Moment

It soon became apparent, however, that Amanda was right -- Bruce was interested in Lucy. Bruce scheduled her to clean his house from 3:30-6:30pm on Friday nights. Since her shift at the E Sharp didn't start until 7pm, that worked well and filled a gap of otherwise free time. Might as well make sure money instead of writing and hoping, Lucy thought. But Bruce started arriving home around 6:15pm, and it was clear that he had changed his schedule around to make it home in time to talk to her for 15 minutes. She always begged off with the excuse of her shift starting, but his playful banter and serious gazes continually tested her resolve.

He frequently would ask her out without "asking her out" by suggesting mutual interest activities like going to an art exhibit, visit a museum, or spend an afternoon at the book shop. She knew that once she crossed the line of more than customer, it would be impossible to turn back. With regretful resolve, Lucy refused even those. If he weren't such a good flirt, this would be easier. It continued that way through the end of the summer and fall, and she began to really look forward to her "15 minutes of pretending to have a boyfriend" as Amanda mockingly but accurately described it.

She even found herself fantasizing about what it would be like to date him, make out with him, and even have sex with him. It had been so long since she had been touched by a man, and having a studio apartment didn't really give one any privacy. The Friday "dates" had reawakened a desire in her that she thought had been successfully shed after her folly in the City. During the long dark Friday nights that fall, she felt compelled to rub and caress herself, pretending it was Bruce' touch. She would unbutton her nightshirt and let her hands slide across and caress the soft skin of her breasts. She also gave substantial attention to her nipples, feeling them harden beneath her fingers and enjoying circling them with her fingertips and pinching them to send a pleasant zing into to her brain. But for fear of Amanda coming home, or just pure exhaustion, she could never finish. It just built her tension, a frustrating counterpoint to the Friday Flirts, as Lucy had privately dubbed them. Damn, I can't even get any kind of release. This rule is stupid! I should just go out with him. How bad could it be? Lucy always dismissed such thoughts in the light of morning, but the lonely nights lingered as a reminder of other options.

Finally, on a Friday two weeks before Christmas, it came to a head. Bruce stopped her from leaving after a Friday Flirt with a gentle but firm hand on her arm. "Do you have to leave? You are always running off, and you say you never have time to do anything. I'd like a chance to talk to you more, to get to know you better. How about you call in sick and I'll take you out to dinner? Or if you don't want to call in sick, how about I take you out to dinner tomorrow? Or lunch? You pick the meal and the time, and I'll pick the place."

The direct offer tempted Lucy more than she thought it would, but she had prepared herself well. "No, I'm sorry, I can't. I have a strict rule against dating any customers. Have you ever seen that episode of Seinfeld where he dates the woman who he was paying to clean his apartment? Then wonders what he's paying for? There could be some truth in that, and I don't want to end up a Seinfeld joke. So even though I think you are a nice guy and under other circumstances I might agree, there is no way I can. Please don't take it personally and I hope this doesn't make things awkward between us." Lucy replied.

She had been mentally rehearsing that line just in case, and it finally was needed. She was surprised at how calm and firm she had sounded. My heart is racing and I'm sure I'm blushing. What is he going to say? Bruce gazed at her with a somewhat surprised and hurt look that suddenly shifted into something like resolve. "That's a good rule, and I'm glad you have it for everyone else. I'll just prove to you that I should and will be the exception to your rule. And if that doesn't work, I'll fire you as my maid and go and sit at that loud bar where you work and try to ask you out there."

And with a flirtatious grin, he stepped beyond her and opened the door for her. "Have a Merry Christmas, and I'll see you next Friday."

And with that he ushered her out the door and into the cold. Well how do you like that! I told him no and he didn't listen to me! Lucy was rather mad at his presumption. She had worked hard to come up with a nice line to let him down easy, and he just blew it off! On the other hand, she had a warm feeling in her belly at the knowledge that his interest wasn't just some passing fancy -- he was serious about her, about pursuing her. Even if nothing came of it, it was a nice feeling to be wanted. With those conflicting feelings bouncing around in her head, Lucy went off to work. Again, work. God, it seems like that is all I've been doing! It was a tiring evening, and she knew why.

The next few weeks heightened Lucy's tension. She was shocked to receive a letter from Bruce, addressed to "Lucy the Lovely," at the E Sharp on the Wednesday following her conversation with Bruce. In it he made an awful attempt at love poetry and confessed that he had been madly stricken with her since she first came to his door, and that it had taken him months to work up the courage to directly ask her out, for fear of rejection. Well, at least he was getting those vibes. But that wasn't enough to stop him! And apparently he doesn't really lack courage, because one no wasn't enough for him. Lucy made sure that she finished his house by 6:10pm every Friday for the next couple of weeks, deliberately escaping before the Friday Flirts could morph into something more.

She was off work some during the holidays -- the E Sharp was only open 5 days a week instead of 7 -- and Lucy tried to concentrate on her writing and catching up on sleep, although the housecleaning business didn't slow down. In fact, the requests for help prepping for holiday parties kept her even busier during the days than normal. It was hard to just work and ignore her conflicted feelings, however.

Lucy received more letters from him, two each week, expressing his affection and asking her to reconsider. He even had a mock debate in one of them, arguing his case with her imagined conscience and, of course, winning both the argument and her pretend agreement to go out to dinner with him. She was amused and flattered yet also annoyed at his persistence. Amanda didn't have enough money to visit family, so the two of them spent a fair amount of time cooped up in the studio apartment together when the weather was bad (cold) enough that Amanda didn't want to go out.

Of course at first the letters and Bruce' importunings were good conversation pieces, but eventually Amanda had every sign of cabin fever and announced she was going to crash at a friend's (presumably male) place on the coming Saturday night after work. Fine by me. We both need to get out. Lucy had a few houses to work that day, and was suddenly looking forward to the evening. Alone at last. This was going to be the first evening alone she had had since before Bruce's asking her out. She was burning with tension and the several erotic dreams she had over the last few weeks hadn't helped. Damn letters! Between that and Amanda's Sunday morning descriptions, I've been going crazy! Lucy planned on going home after work, taking a nice hot bath, having a glass of wine, and settle into her warm bed and finally have the orgasm her body had been demanding of her for the longest time.

Work seemed to drag on and on that day. Amanda had been in the process of packing an overnight bag to take with her after work on Saturday, and since it was January 2^nd, the E Sharp was only staying open until 10pm. I know I'm going to be tired when this day is over. But the wait will be worth it. The pleasant thought of finally being alone and relaxing was a warm buzz that sustained her throughout the day.

Lucy waived goodbye to Amanda when they closed up the kitchen. Amanda had apparently decided on Roger, one of Lucy's less-favorite "sorta-boyfriends." He hung around the bar every so often, and would frequently get roaring drunk when he did. I think Amanda picked him just because he has a really nice car. When he's drunk, she gets to drive it. But Lucy had long ago ceased to try and influence Amanda's choices -- pushing against Roger would make her want to date him all the more. Amanda had a strong contrarian streak in her, which made living with her difficult sometimes. But rare was the girl who would be willing to share a studio like they did, so Lucy just took it in stride. And I'm sure she thinks I'm equally difficult to live with, that I can be judgmental or moody. But we make it work. And with an odd thought of affection for her opposite, Lucy got on the bus and headed back home.

The evening went just as she had planned. Lucy got out a few candles and put them on the sink by the detached tub in the tiny bathroom. The water was pleasantly hot and she added a treat, a lavender bubble bath. Just for the sheer joy and femininity of it, Lucy shaved her legs and luxuriated in the feel of her body in the warm bath. After shaving, she ran her hands along the newly-created smoothness of her legs and enjoyed the sensation of silkiness. The bubbles lapped against her chest, creating an unintended but pleasant sensation in the crevasse between her floating breasts. The bubbles popping against my skin feels odd. But I do love the feel of soap on my breasts; that smoothness, the sensual slickness of them like that, totally turns me on.

Lucy let her hands linger across her body in the hot water, enjoying the dueling sensations of relaxation from the heat and the pulsing counterpoint of sexual tension from her gentle touching. I wonder what it would feel like to take a bath with him she found herself wondering; to have him touch me. She imagined him sitting behind her in the tub, running his hands up and down her body, stroking her breasts. Oh I bet that would feel so wonderful. I'd like him to touch me. With such fantasies, it was only after she felt her fingers turning prunish that Lucy reluctantly decided to end this phase of her evening.

Lucy rose from the water like Aphrodite from the sea, naked and glorious, and stepped out onto the green bathmat and dried herself off. She slipped on her warm cotton bathrobe and lazily strolled to the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of white wine that Amanda had brought home for their pre-shift New Year's Eve mini-party yesterday. It added to her feelings of warmth and let loose any final inhibitions she might have felt that evening. In fact, it felt so good she drank the rest of the bottle, two more glasses, while looking out her studio window at the nearby city park and gleaming street lamps.

She had the lights off and moved the candles over to near her bed, letting the anticipation for the final phase of the evening build within her. Lucy took off her hearing aid and put it on the small bedside table that held her digital clock. Between the bath and the wine, Lucy felt hot and her face was flushed in the mirror above the kitchen sink. Well, there's an easy way to deal with that. Lucy pushed the bathrobe off onto the floor and lay on top of her soft blue comforter, letting the slightly cooler air of the apartment wash across her naked body. This apartment always traps the heat -- we should get air conditioning Lucy found herself thinking, and then pushed aside such mundane thoughts out of her head to fully enjoy the time ahead.

Lucy began as in the bath, letting her hands slide up and down her body. She had decided to really take her time, to luxuriate in being naked and alone, and let her mind wander into fantasies that she forcefully fought against any other time. Her face was towards the windows as she lay in bed, and Lucy could see a mingling of the streetlight and candlelight shining through here eyelids, if distantly. Pushing thoughts of the apartment out of her mind, Lucy mentally transported herself into an alternate reality, one where she could follow the instincts of her heart and let herself be with Bruce.

Employing her writer's imagination, she mentally danced through their first date, the first kiss, the long makeout session they would have on his couch after he tried and failed to cook her a nice dinner. The entire time, Lucy let her hands roam up and down her body, never lingering overlong, and sometimes playing out what his hands were mentally doing to her.

Lucy committed her senses to the images in her brain, persuading her body that what she imagined was real. Time passed but was irrelevant to her attentions. Lucy moved further into the alternate relationship: heavy petting in the car, letting him caress and kiss her breasts, feeling his hardness in her hands and mouth, his hand exploring her womanhood. God I want to suck his cock!

These images, these scenes, drove her hands to a more specific course -- sliding around her torso to focus on her now-sensitive breasts and hardened nipples, caressing the gentle smoothness that involuntarily drew his eyes to her cleavage when he talked to her. Still keeping her eyes closed, Lucy even cupped her breasts and arched her neck down and licked her own nipples and the top of her breasts, giving them the wonderfully hot, liquid sensations that she imagined his mouth would. As she imagined his hand sliding down her body, so did hers, moving with relentless desire towards her already-damp folds.

Sliding her finger up and down in a gentle yet continual motion, Lucy imagined him holding her to him, her arms around his neck and kissing him as he touched her, demanding that she yield to his questing digits. Waves of pleasure swept up Lucy's body to her brain, reinforcing the pleasure she was dreaming of. Ohyes that feels so good, it has been so long, mmm, oh Bruce touch me her mind added dialogue that reflected and amplified the pleasure she was feeling. Sweat dripped down from her temple and her chest, feebly trying to deal with the radiant heat her body was generating in response to the demands of her own touching. The sweat just made her feel slick and smooth again, as in the bathtub, and she used her right hand to slide up from her hips, across her stomach and ribs to her waiting breasts. Kneading them while caressing her clitoris, her pleasure rose to another level.

Finally not able to hold herself off any longer, Lucy slid her left pointer finger inside her, sending a strong jolt of pleasure as her fingertip caressed the interior walls of her vagina. Lucy arched her back and pressed her hips down onto her finger and palm, stimulating herself, both inside and out. She felt the delicious pressure of an orgasm building within her, something she had not felt for far too long. Oh I need this yes I'm ready she thought, and found a visual of Bruce frozen in her mind as a banner, stimulating and relating to the pulsing awareness of her body and its myriad pleasure points.

She imagined laying on his bed, his tongue and fingers caressing her body, demanding she yield all to his attentions. Oh wonderful yes take me she thought at the image. She moved at first the one and then two fingers in and out of her wetness, matching her imaged lover's touch. Her palm at first and then her other hand continually worked on her sensitive clit, pushing herself to the edge of reason. Yes, right there mmm yes Lucy felt her body rising rapidly towards her long-desired orgasm, and she knew that nothing could stop her now.

Several pulses of pure pleasure overwhelmed her, bouncing off of every nerve in her body. A kind of haze settled over her mind as her body was dominated by the sensations her womanhood was sending out. Lucy felt her vagina spasm against her fingers, the full orgasm pounding her with sensations she had almost forgotten. Oh that is so fantastic oh ah ah The wave crested, and with it disappeared that secret tension that Lucy had felt for such a long time she no longer remembered its absence. Ahh, yes; that was exactly what I needed, and oh did it feel so good.

Lucy moved her left hand back up to stroke her breasts and her right hand gave a gentle caress to her still-tingling clitoris, sending tiny aftershocks of delight up her spine. A desire to see herself, to see what she had only been feeling, came over her and Lucy opened her eyes. After taking a moment to adjust to the light after being in darkness for so long, Lucy was rewarded with the sight of her firm glistening breasts cradled between her straight arms, stiff nipples jutting up towards the ceiling, her arms drawing the eye towards her curvy hips and the tingling promise of her sex beyond where her hands still rested, where her fingers were still inside her.

Lucy suddenly saw motion out of the corner of her left eye and jerked upright in shock. Amanda was facing her in the swivel chair not ten feet from her! Lucy let out a small gasp as she took in the bizarre sight of Amanda, mostly naked and also sweaty, fingering herself hard only a few feet away. One hand was pinching her left nipple while the other was firmly driving two fingers deep in and out of her wet pussy. Her eyes were closed at the moment, but it was clear what had driven her to such a state. Oh my God! How long was she watching me!

Before Lucy could utter a word, Amanda hunched forward into her own orgasm, its power clearly etched on her face. "Ah ah oh yes there it is!" Amanda moaned out as her hips bucked forward against her busy hand. Lucy was so shocked she initially couldn't think what to do. Can I pretend I didn't see her? But she was watching me!

Lucy positioned her hands to cover herself as best as possible, and snapped out in a too-high voice, "Amanda! What are you doing?!"

Amanda's eyes snapped open in guilty surprise, and she pulled her hands around to match Lucy's efforts to cover both halves of her body. Amanda's hair was now throwing dark shadows across her face, and Lucy felt a fresh flush of anger course through her as she saw Amanda's jaw line moving.

"I have no idea what you are saying! I can't read your lips in the dark!" Amanda stood up and, keeping her hands in place, stepped forward and knelt next to Lucy's bed and put her face within the circle of the candlelight.

"Oh Lucy I'm so sorry, so sorry! I don't know what I was thinkin'. I just needed it, is all. Roger got all super drunk after feeling me up all night and I got pissed that he wasn't going to finish me off he just passed out so I left and took his car and came home and found you and wow you're so hot and you were really going at it and I was already super horny so I thought I could get myself off just like you that I wanted what you were having and I started to go at it and you kept going and were so pretty and I was like wow and I just had this amazing orgasm and then you caught me and now I've ruined everything and my only real friend in the whole world hates me!"

Amanda's teary words came out in a rush and nearly incoherent with the flickering candlelight and hair shadow distorting her face's expressions. Her gestures and eyes shiny with tears conveyed her embarrassment and desperate condition. Only long months of frequent conversation allowed Lucy to follow Amanda's stream of consciousness response in the dark.

Lucy realized that she was going to have to gain control of her emotions or this could spiral out and ruin a lot more than her evening alone. I can't have her make me move out; I couldn't afford the rent on my own!