Maid To Serve

Tonight, I had another booking with Livia. I no longer needed Blade to accompany me since I trusted Livia as a client. The receptionist waved me up with a smile, and I took the lift up to Livia's penthouse floor and knocked on her door.

"Sorry, I've just got out of the shower."

Livia stood there wrapped in just a towel as she invited me inside. We spoke a little as I started cleaning, catching up with each other like old friends. I could tell that Livia was getting more excited than usual, and she laid the towel on the sofa to sit on as she sat down, wearing nothing. Her body was more perfect than I imagined, and I could barely keep my eyes off of her as I went around cleaning. She watched me with that same intense desire as she played with herself in front of me. I wasn't naive; I expected that other clients would do the same as soon as I left, but this was the first time anyone had done so in front of me.

"You don't mind, do you?"

I nodded my head, unable to meet her eyes, as she continued touching herself while looking in my direction. I never imagined that I'd be in the presence of a woman in a sexual situation; I'd never felt that way. Seeing someone as attractive as Livia playing with herself over me was turning me on. Her fingers glistened from the wetness of her arousal, and I briefly considered sucking them to see what she tasted like. Where the fuck did that thought come from?

I was brought out of my stupor by the sound of the door knocking. There was still an hour left of my session; Livia must have been expecting the company, and she walked over to the door, still naked.

Through the screen that divided the living area from the entrance to the apartment, I saw a tall figure enter the room. I stood still, scared that Livia had brought someone else to our session. That wasn't something I had consented to. She led him straight through to her bedroom and closed him in before approaching me.

"I'm so sorry, he was meant to come later. Are you still okay to stay here for the rest of the session? I understand if you don't feel comfortable."

"Not at all."

My voice wavered as Livia stood inches away from me, her breasts within reaching distance. Even if I did want to say no, I couldn't find the words, feeling so flustered with her so close. It was alright, though; it wasn't like I had any plans this evening. My friends were already out on a session, and Freddie was enjoying the football with his friends and wouldn't be back until later.

Livia thanked me and ran off excitedly back to the bedroom. I could hear the sound of her giggling, and then it was quiet. I didn't need to guess what was going on in there. So, what did I do now? She didn't exactly say that I could use her things, and I'd agreed to stay until the end of the session. Walking around cleaning seemed redundant since the place was spotless, and it wasn't like she was in the room to enjoy the show. Feeling bored, I paced the room. I couldn't even go on my phone since it was out in the entrance part next to the lift.

As I paced, I spotted a wet spot on the sofa where Livia had been sitting, playing with herself. Feeling ridiculous, I leaned down to take her scent in through my nostrils. Curiosity got the better of me, and I licked the wet spot. Well, that wasn't awful. A familiar twinge confirmed that it turned me on. The grunts and gasps from the bedroom grew louder, and I had given up on resisting the urge to go closer. The door was ajar, and my heart was pounding as I pushed it slightly so that I could get a look.

I didn't know why I wanted to see Livia having sex, but I felt like I needed to. The man was on his back on the bed, barely visible. I focused on Livia, who was straddled over his dick, riding him. The shape of her body as it moved invigorated the twinge that I felt between my legs. I couldn't look away, and it took all my willpower to resist touching myself to the show before me. Lost in the show, I was frozen statue-like, and that was when Livia turned to face me. There was no shock on her face, nothing but pure elation from the pleasure she felt, and she winked at me as she closed her eyes and climaxed before my very eyes.

I scurried away from the door back behind the screen, pretending to clean the coffee table by her sofa as she thanked the man and saw him out the door. I followed her silhouette through the screen nervously as she walked back towards the living room. When she came into view, I saw the sweat that glistened from her beautiful, tanned, slender body. She walked by me as she sat back down on the sofa and spread her legs in an unladylike manner.

"Sorry about that."

Livia looked anything but sorry. She was beaming from ear to ear, and when I looked closer, I could see that her freshly-fucked hole had cum leaking out of it. I was too stunned to do anything other than clean the same spot I had been cleaning the last two minutes.

"So, how's the university going?"

Livia asked casually, breaking the silence.

"It's going well, I guess. The work is piling up, though."

Livia nodded in understanding and even offered me the chance to study or relax in peace at her place if it all became too much.

"As long as I'm here, you're welcome to use my place to escape. As you know, I have a jacuzzi and plenty of spaces and equipment to relax and unwind."

I thanked Livia, debating taking her up on that. Right now, though, the session was over, and I needed to get away to process the thoughts running through my mind at a million miles an hour. As I went to leave, Livia stood barely an inch from me again, and she casually stroked my cheek as she said goodbye. I couldn't help but notice it was the hand she had been playing with herself with.

That night, I struggled to get to sleep. Images of Livia playing with herself and her cries of pleasure whilst she was being fucked echoed through my dreams. That twinge turned into an inch that needed to be scratched, and as Freddie was fast asleep beside me, I reached down and started stroking myself. Closing my eyes, the images of Livia vividly replayed through my mind, and I had to cover my mouth from the excited sounds I was making. My back arched as pleasure surged through me, and I bit down on my knuckles to stop me from screaming out. I had no idea what that was all about, but it felt like a weight had been lifted off of me. Feeling satisfied, I drifted off to sleep.

My mind was somewhere else for the next two days, and I struggled to focus on my studies. I gave Freddie some money to treat himself to some new clothes since I was going to get some more money tomorrow night with another session booked with Mr Bruce; it was all go recently. I had a text message from Livia apologising if she made me feel uncomfortable last night. She also repeated her invitation to use her place if I needed a quiet place to study or relax. I thanked her and then thought I'd take advantage of her offer tomorrow afternoon before my session with Mr Bruce. Livia sounded thrilled that I was coming and joked that I wouldn't even need to bring the maid's outfit.

I spent the rest of the day trying to catch up with my studies. Freddie had used some of the money I gave him to buy me a sexy, black, semi-transparent bodysuit. I wasn't expecting that, and I embraced him to show my gratitude, promising that he would experience more of my gratitude when I wore it for him after the session tomorrow evening.

I started making my way to Livia's place around midday after enjoying a cheeky Nandos for lunch with Freddie. He was catching up on some of the chores at our flat to allow me the opportunity to catch up with my studies in peace and relax a little.

"You're early today."

The receptionist at Livia's building smiled warmly as he went to allow me access to the elevator. The foyer had been decorated with a tall Christmas tree, lights, and decorations that looked magical.

"Did you do all this?"

"I did the most of it."

He was so proud of his display, and it looked incredible. I high-fived him before stepping into the elevator and heading up.

Livia opened the door and welcomed me in with a hug.

"Sorry again for last night. He was meant to come a little later when you had finished your sentence, but his schedule had changed. I would have sent him away, but as you could probably tell, your presence had me a little worked up and in the mood. The vivid images of her sitting on the sofa, touching herself, flashed through my mind, and I nodded to show I had noticed as my cheeks blushed.

"It's okay."

My voice was shaky. I didn't know what it was about Livia that made me so nervous. Sure, she was one of the most attractive women I had ever seen in my life, and she was the only woman I had seen fully naked in front of me, playing with themselves. There was something about her demeanour and stature that was so intimidating.

"Do you have a client tonight?"

Livia asked, noticing my bag of cleaning supplies. I told her that I did, but not until nine that evening. She led me to a door of her apartment that I hadn't been through before, and it opened up to reveal another lift. I followed her inside, and it travelled a short distance up, leading to the roof the floor above. The doors opened, revealing a beautiful garden area complete with flowers, trees, a swimming pool contained within a glass balcony, a couple of outbuildings, and a seated area.

"This is amazing."

I looked around in awe, taking everything in. It was such a serene place high above the noise from the city. The seating area had a fire pit and heating, which turned out to be the perfect place to work on my studies. Livia sat and joined me with studies of her own, and it was nice to have someone to work with and talk to a little without disrupting the studies too much.

After a couple of hours of solid studying, Livia announced she was taking a break, and she stripped down completely before jumping into her pool. It must have been heated because it was far too cold to do that otherwise today. Once again, I was transfixed by her body, unable to keep my eyes off of her.

"You're welcome to jump in and join me."

"I don't have my swimming costume."

"You don't need one, sweety. Not here. Come in; the water is beautiful."

I stripped down, suddenly feeling self-conscious as Livia not once took her eyes off of me as I jumped into her pool. She was right, of course; it was lovely and warm. For a while, we did a few lengths of the pool together. It had been far too long since I'd exercised properly, and it felt good. It was a little unnerving being able to see the hundreds of feet drop beneath the pool, but it wasn't long before I appreciated the beauty of London beneath and around me.

Lidia climbed out of the pool first, moving quickly in the brisk air to a wooden outbuilding a few yards away. I followed her inside and discovered the outbuilding contained a jacuzzi, sauna, and steam room. I was growing more envious of this place. Livia invited me to join her in the sauna, and I immediately followed; it had been so long since I'd been in one.

We sat in a comfortable silence, resting after the swim in the intense heat of the sauna. It didn't take long to dry in here, and I soon noticed that Lidia's skin was glistening in the heat. It reminded me of when I saw her the night before after she had sex. I quickly tried to distract myself with something as I felt that twinge again between my legs. It didn't work, and I sat on my hands uncomfortably, waiting for Livia to leave so that I didn't have to stand up first.

"Hey, Anya, can I ask you something? I'm sorry in advance if it offends you."

"Sure."

I looked at her nervously in anticipation, resisting the urge to touch her glistening skin.

"Would you accept more money if I asked you for extras during our sessions?"

"Like sex?"

Sex was the first thought that passed through my mind. While I was curious, I wasn't confident enough to go with another woman, and the fact that I was being paid for it seemed to put me off further.

"Not sex. I can get sex whenever I want. I want to be pampered, specifically by you wearing that maid's outfit."

"I think I can do that. If I find it uncomfortable, can I stop?"

"Of course."

I agreed to try it out; for the extra money Livia offered, it was worth attempting it. Livia and I stepped out of the sauna, quickly went under the shower, and then got into the jacuzzi. It was lovely, though I still felt a little inferior in the presence of her beauty.

The sun set, and we made our way back inside. Livia ordered us both a healthy meal from the restaurant downstairs. As if this place couldn't get much better. The premium places had their very own personal chef downstairs who would cook a fancy meal and send it up to their room.

We exchanged stories about ourselves over lunch as I told her about why I came to London; her story turned out to be far more interesting than mine. Her father had been the head of a rather dangerous and successful drug cartel back home in Cuba. He had made billions before the government cracked down on control over its borders, and exporting his product became a problem. In exchange for information, Livia's father got immunity from prosecution and was living in luxury somewhere in the Caribbean.

"I wanted nothing to do with him."

Livia spoke seriously, her eyes narrowed as she reminisced.

"He was a bad, selfish man, and he was the reason I had lost my mother. He gifts me money constantly to talk to him from time to time, but he understands that I can't do more than that. I'm not sure I will ever forgive him."

It was the first time I had seen Livia show any signs of vulnerability, and it made me admire her more for it. I wanted to cuddle her, but I wasn't sure if she'd find that condescending. We continued speaking until it was time for me to get ready, and Livia watched with a smile as I got dressed in my maid's costume.

"Thank you for today, Livia; it was lovely."

"No worries. It was lovely to have you for company. You're welcome anytime. I'm sure I'll see you sooner rather than later anyway."

Livia looked up from her phone with a grin just as I received an email with a new booking request for her this weekend. I laughed as I left and made my way to Mr Bruce's apartment.

I was in such a good mood from today that not even the receptionist in Mr Bruce's building could annoy me. Mr Bruce was in a very good mood as he welcomed me inside. He took his normal seat on the sofa as I put on a show while cleaning around. Riding my good mood, I took this session a step further. Holding the broom upright like a pole, I rubbed my pussy against it through the panties, dancing to the sensual music he had playing. Mr Bruce's eyes bulged as I stroked myself through my panties teasingly. When I was soaking through, I took the panties off and threw them in his direction. He caught them eagerly and immediately held them to his face, inhaling their scent.

I don't know what was up with me, but I couldn't stop. I sat on his coffee table, facing him with my legs spread and my fingers gently tracing my clit. Mr Bruce couldn't contain his desires any longer, and he pulled down his jeans and started stroking his small and unimpressive cock. I put on a show for him, fingering my hole and sucking my fingers, picturing Livia in the sauna earlier until he came hard. I was close to climaxing myself, but I wanted to save it for when I got home with Freddie.

Although it was frustrating, I kept myself on the edge of climax throughout the whole session with Mr Bruce. When the hour passed, he was thrilled with my performance and tipped me a larger amount than normal.

"Hey handsome"

I met Freddie outside the pub as he said goodbye to his friends. He was a little shocked to see me, but I couldn't wait for him to get home. Instead, I lead him down a quiet alley down the side of a derelict building. I got on my knees and unfastened his jeans. Freddie was too drunk to protest, and his erect cock told me he was all too willing to go ahead. I took him in my mouth, teasing my clit as I bobbed up and down on his cock. The sound of sirens and traffic in the distance added tension and risk to the arousal, and my god, did it mix well. Freddie got into it and was slightly rougher than usual, holding the back of my head and pushing hard against my gag reflex.

Coughing up drool, I stood up and pulled my panties down, kicking them off impatiently. Freddie picked me up with ease, and I rested my legs on either side of his hips as he pushed my back against the wall and fucked my hole. His enthusiasm tonight was something else; it was like there was a greater desire than normal, almost animalistic and feral. I rested my head against his shoulder as I dug my nails into his shoulders, moaning with every deep thrust inside me. I felt light-headed as my mind floated in the euphoria of the moment, feeling the pleasure travel through every nerve ending felt electric. Freddie reached down to grab my panties and shoved them in my mouth for me to bite onto, muffling the sound as I cried out in pleasure.

Fuck, Freddie was always good in bed, but this was something else. My legs felt weak as he placed me down, and I had to steady myself against the wall as I tried to reorientate myself. Fuck me, that was amazing. Freddie caught his breath and beamed at me; he had enjoyed it as much as I did. It was only when Freddie reached for my panties in my mouth that I remembered they were still there. He pocketed them and kissed me. I then linked my arm with his and slowly strolled home with his cum leaking down the inside of my leg. It looked like we'd have to try out my new bodysuit another night.

The next morning, I woke up in such a good mood. Freddie had to head into class early, but I had the day off. It was grey and pouring down outside, and I was under my duvets, not willing to get up just yet. I was going to have to soon, I'd fallen asleep the moment we had got in last night, and Freddie's cum had dried upon the inside of my thigh. Feeling it there brought back visions of the night before, and it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I felt the urge to touch myself again; I was turning into a right little slut lately. Having been a little bit of a prude for so long, this was such a foreign feeling, and I loved how it felt.

The work with the agency had done wonders with my finances, and I found myself on top of my student loan and rent for the first time with money to spare. When I eventually went out, I would treat myself to some new clothes and toiletries and also start looking for places to rent nearer the centre of the city. I wasn't there yet, but I was beginning to save some money to put down for a deposit.

I over-indulged with the retail therapy and treated myself to a spa afternoon with several treatments, including a massage. As I came back carrying bags of new clothes and items, I was feeling very happy. While I was out, I signed up for membership at a gym near my university and had a quick exercise there. Swimming at Livia's yesterday had put me in the mood for it, and I wanted to work on improving my body image and confidence.

I resisted the temptation to contact Livia again before the next session. Sure, it would have been nice to go back and use her place again for studying, but I didn't want to take advantage of her generous offer or become too accustomed to the luxuries she had. The session was booked for this evening, and I was curious about what kind of pampering she expected me to offer. It worried me that I might mess this up if I didn't feel comfortable doing what she asked, and aside from Mr Bruce, she was my only consistent repeat client.

I turned up to Livia's apartment building early, and I stopped to chat to the receptionist for a moment. He was a very pleasant older guy, and he told me about the additions he made to the Christmas displays. Not once did he question why I came here, and he didn't seem to judge me, unlike the woman at Mr Bruce's building.