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Maid In England - By Amanda Richardson - [email protected]
"I'm getting more than a little bit tired of it all," Lesley told me
with a sigh.
"And I'm sick and tired of work!" I snapped in return.
"Instead of complaining about it, do something about it!"
"It's not the job so much it's the lack of pay," I moaned.
"So get a second job!"
"Like what? It's not as if I'm qualified or have the skills for
anything else is it?"
"Well work for yourself then, you're always on about having your own
business."
"Doing what though?"
"Use your brain for God's sake!" Lesley snapped and left me thinking.
A day or two later I was playing around on the internet under an
assumed name and created a profile to go with it. I purported to
provide a visiting massage service with me dressed as a French Maid.
The profile also said that I was willing to do domestic duties ranging
from washing and ironing to dusting and general cleaning.
Lesley knows all about my dressing up, my crossdressing, habit having
surfaced early on in our relationship. She didn't have a problem with
it, even quite enjoyed having Amanda around every now and again. A week
later my profile was all but forgotten until Lesley checked her e-mails
and in doing so found the assumed user name in the connections list.
She asked me about it toward the end of the evening after a few drinks.
"I'd forgotten about that!" I just about choked, after I'd recovered I
explained what I'd been up to. When I'd finished Lesley shocked
me.
"Just make sure you get paid up front, Amanda."
"You what!" This time I did choke.
"Get your fee before you do the massage or the cleaning."
"You're serious aren't you!" I spluttered.
"You put the thing up there Amanda, what if they ask you for relief?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"If your massage gets them turned on?"
"That's their problem!" I objected.
"So the poor guy just lies there on the bed with you all dressed up in
a sexy outfit? A little finger work or a nice soft kiss would finish
your duties off nicely." She gave me a smile, sipped from her wine
glass and then added, "No women though."
That Lesley could actually condone the idea shocked me enough but to
hear her talking about me giving a guy hand relief, even oral, stunned
me even more.
"It's not as if I've got the full uniform though is it?" I said
quietly.
"There's that sexy white dress, it can easily be converted into a
masseuse uniform. The money you make gets invested in a frilly French
Maids uniform." Lesley said.
"Fine, you work out the business plan and I'll do all the work!" I
snorted and went off to bed. I didn't think anything more of it until a
couple of days later, a Sunday afternoon if I remember rightly. Lesley
was upstairs in the bedroom on the internet when she shouted down for
me to come up.
"I'm just about done, do you want to check your e-mails?" she asked.
"No, I checked them earlier."
"You didn't check them very well then," Lesley said pointing to the
screen. There was a message under the made up user name.
I was about to tell her to delete it, but she had already opened it and
was reading it out: "Hi Amanda, I'm V interested in your massage
services, please send further details."
Lesley's fingers flew across the keys as she composed and then sent a
reply: "Full body massage 30, hand relief 10, oral 20. Next available
appointment between 10:00 am and 2:00 pm Wednesday. Send full name and
address with home phone number." I was scheduled a day off from work on
Wednesday.
The following evening I barely dared look when I opened up the
response. There it was in black and white, well, at least on screen.
His full address, phone number and his acceptance of the appointment
time. I didn't know what to do at first but then decided to call
Lesley's bluff.
"Hi, will arrive yours 0930, require half hour to prepare, regards
Amanda."
One click of the mouse button and it was gone. I was a nervous wreck
most of Tuesday, even when I was soaking in the bath I barely felt the
sense of anticipation I normally have when freeing myself of body
hair. Lesley left for work at seven in the morning, by seven fifteen I
was up and gathering things together. I put the white dress into a
holdall along with a broad elasticated belt and a pair of court shoes.
The shoes have three-inch heels and two narrow ankle straps. My long
blonde curly wig followed and a small make up bag. I dressed in a black
lace bra with my silicon's filling the cups, black lace suspender belt
and a pair of black satin French knickers. I painted my toe nails a
soft rose pink and while the gloss dried I painted my finger nails the
same shade. Once my toe nails were dry I chose sheer seamed stockings,
also black. Feeling them clinging softly to my smooth legs and clipped
them snugly to the suspenders straps. Over my lingerie I wore a fleece
jacket and jeans, trainers on my feet.
I put on a fake pearl choker and put a pair of clip on earrings in the
side pocket of the bag. I grabbed my wallet, car keys and the print out
of his address and phone number. Without giving myself the chance to
back out I left the house and set off on the half hour journey to his
town.
The drive was uneventful even though I was worried that the driver of
every car I passed or that passed me would notice my polished
fingernails. It took a little while to find the address but I still had
plenty of time in hand. I found a place to park and sat for a minute or
two before deciding to see to my make up.
I used a light cream foundation and then applied three coats of mascara
that thickened and curled my lashes. By the time I was painting my lips
in the same soft pink as my nails, I'd almost relaxed, however, if I
was seen in a fleece jacket and jeans wearing make up I was sure I'd be
the focus of attention If I was seen.
Picking up the mobile phone I nervously dialed the number he had given,
it rang twice then I heard his voice for the first time.
"Hello?" He sounded a little gruff.
"Hi, this is Amanda, confirming your appointment?"
"Ah, yes, okay, do you need any directions?"
"No thank you, I'll be with you in say, ten minutes?"
"Fine, I'll, see you shortly."
I switched the phone off and took a few moments to compose myself.
Stepping out of the car seemed like stepping into a new world, feeling
vulnerable and a little frightened I collected my bag from the boot and
set off up the road counting down the houses as I went. Fifty two,
fifty, forty eight and then, forty six. Without looking round I went
through the gate and walked briskly to the door. Out of the corner of
my eye I saw a curtain twitch, it suddenly entered my head that he
might refuse to answer the door! Rejection from one look through the
window would have been devastating, not just for my ego but for my
nerves too.
I was relieved from both sides when the door opened.
"Hi, I'm Amanda," I managed to breath.
"Come in, I'm Peter," he replied hurriedly, stepping behind the door
when he opened it wider. When he closed it behind me I saw that he was
wearing a toweling dressing gown, also that he was wearing stockings or
tights.
"Where can I get ready?"
He looked me up and down and then pointed up a flight of stairs.
"The bathroom is on the left of the landing."
"Where do you want me to come once I'm ready?"
"The, erm, bedroom? Second door off to the right."
"You have the, fee?" I asked, trying not to betray just how nervous I
was.
He put his hand in one of the dressing gown pockets and brought out a
roll of notes which he silently handed to me.
"Okay Peter, see you shortly." I walked past him and went up the stairs
feeling the suspenders tugging slightly on the stocking tops. Once in
the bathroom I locked the door behind me and counted the money. 50, on
Lesley's reckoning that was a massage and, oral relief. I opened the
bag and put the money in an inside pocket then I lifted out my things.
I slipped out of the fleece, took off my trainers and dropped my jeans
to the floor. These I placed in the bag and locked it with a small
padlock.
I put the little key into the bottom of one shoe and then stepped into
them, buckling the straps before stepping into the dress. White cotton
and mid thigh, quite figure hugging and with short capped sleeves. The
dress has press studs rising from the waist, I fastened two so that the
black lace bra could be glimpsed. The elasticated belt fastened and
narrowed my waist, it also made the hem of the dress rise on my thighs
just below my stocking tops.
I tidied my hair up before crowning my head with the long tousled
blonde wig. Adjusting it to fit snugly and then settling it over my
shoulders took a couple of minutes, then, after clipping the dangling
earrings in place I unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out onto the
landing. I took a moment to get my bearings, straightened myself for
the fiftieth time then walked over to the half closed bedroom door.
After a deep breath I pushed the door open, seeing him sitting on the
end of the bed looking nervous. A glance round the room told me that he
shared it with someone and that from the decor that someone was his
wife or girlfriend.
"Ready Peter?" I asked quietly. He looked up and looked me over, I saw
him gulp and then stand up. I closed the gap between us before I could
think of running off screaming. My hands reached for the dressing gowns
belt and untied it, then pushed it back from his shoulders and down his
arms to fall on the floor at his feet.
Peter was wearing a white suspender belt and tan tights, no panties,
not even boxer shorts. He was quite heavily built but largely hairless
other than the middle of his chest. My hands reached for his shoulders
and settled on them lightly before trailing down his muscular arms.
"Lie down on your front Peter."
He did so without a word, stretching out with his right cheek on the
pillows. I knelt on the bed to his right and told him to relax. He
didn't say a word, just kept staring to his left. I glanced to see if
he was staring at anything in particular and saw our reflection in a
large dressing table mirror. I turned my attention away from the mirror
and began working my fingers into his shoulders, neither too hard nor
too soft, enough to let him know I was there without watching me in the
mirror.
I worked down both arms and then back across the shoulders again,
feeling muscles bunch and stretch as my fingers moved. Down his flanks
and then up and down his spine. I found that working on his legs from
my kneeling position was going to be difficult so I hitched myself
round and straddled his waist, fingers on his thighs and then
moulding into his buttocks.
I spent time getting used to the idea that I had my hands on another
mans backside and then began to work along his thighs through the
stockings. The further down his legs I went, I found myself leaning
further and further forward. Stealing a glance to my right I saw that
my dress had ridden up even further displaying my stocking tops and
suspenders. I caught his half closed eyes in the mirror and heard him
moan softly when I eased forward a little to gently stroke my panties
against his bare behind.
After easing off him to kneel to his right I ran my fingers slowly
along from the crease of his ass to the top of his spine. "Do you want
to turn over Peter?" He paused for a moment and then did so, lying on
his back, still watching the mirror.
I leaned across him to stroke the fingers of his right hand and slowly
began circling my fingers up his forearm and then onto his biceps. The
trailing tresses of my wig slid across his chest, he turned to look up
and saw straight down the top of my dress. I leaned back a little and
undid the two fastened press studs, then sat back, the dress slid
further open when I straightened my back and my bra came openly into
view. I also got a view of his cock lying soft between his legs. It
annoyed me a little that he didn't seem to have got turned on by my
massage at all.
With my fingers working back and forward over his chest they describe
ever decreasing spirals in to his nipples. They budded a little under
my touch, rolling them in my fingers I heard him grunt, seeing that he
was staring into the mirror again. Lower and lower I worked, again
finding I needed to re-position myself when I reached his waist. My
eyes settled upon the long broad length of his semi hard cock lying on
his lower stomach.
I reversed myself again, my back to him, working my fingers down his
thighs, across his knees and onto his calfs. The further I went, again
the further forward I had to lean over. I felt something hot nudge
against my left thigh, looking down I saw the head of his cock on my
stocking top, I shifted slightly and felt it against my thigh above the
stocking.
He gave a longer deeper moan, I shifted back up his body to straddle
his chest whilst keeping my weight on my knees. Everything seemed to go
into slow motion when I drew my palms inward, ever closer and then
closer still. His length of hot flesh stiffened between my palms. I
experimented, gently sliding my hands up and down, getting myself past
the thought that I actually had a hot hard cock in my hands.
I looked to the mirror once again and saw that I couldn't see too much.
I felt like I needed to see myself doing it so I removed my right hand
and watched the fingers of my left hand moving slowly up and down his
swollen cock.
I moved round again and pushed his legs apart, I knelt there still
working my fingers up and down. His breathing was becoming heavier, a
gasp escaped his lips, a low moan sounded and I looked down to see a
little drop of pre cum emerge from his cock. I ran my thumb through it
and spread the juice over the swollen head.
I moved beside his right thigh and settled down by his right thigh. His
cock was before my eyes now and my slow movement toward it was
reflected in the mirror. I watched my tongue trail along it from root
to tip. Kissing the tip briefly, then again, longer this time, feeling
my lips moving over velvety purple head. I opened my mouth wider and
took a little more at a time, watching myself lowering my mouth on a
cock.
With my right hand resting on the flat of his stomach and my left hand
still stroking his length I bobbed my head up and down. Gaining
confidence in what I was doing from the soft gasps that were growing in
length and volume. I found my right hand could sense his stomach
muscles clenching. Easing back I lashed my tongue over his cock until
he groaned loudly.
I watched myself in the mirror again, slurping and licking his prick
before swallowing as much of his cock as I could. His hips hitched up,
pushing another inch into my mouth then my palm sensed his stomach
muscles clenching heavily and more rapidly until with a loud grunt and
a prolonged low groan he came.
I held his cock in my fingers, feeling it spasm as it pumped its load
into my mouth, filling my cheeks and covering my tongue. I almost
gagged but swallowed in reflex, tasting his slightly salty spunk hot in
my throat. I worked my fingers up and down, sucking hard on him until
he groaned once more and sagged back on the bed. His cock began to
soften and it slipped from my mouth to lie between his legs. I settled
back on the bed and found myself licking my lips. Fighting off a shiver
I slipped from the bed and went back to the bathroom.
I gargled a glass of water and then saw the mess my lips were in. I
tidied them up and then wondered why I was doing it. A little thrill of
victory ran through my head and I found myself smiling into the mirror.
After taking off my shoes I rescued the key to the small lock on the
bag. Out of the dress I put on the jeans and the fleece, then laced up
my trainers.
Having made sure I had everything I left the bathroom and saw through
the wide open bedroom door that Peter was still flat out on the bed. In
a few minutes I was out of the house and along to the car, the half
hour journey home flying by. As soon as I was in the house I changed
into the white dress again. I was sitting on the side of the bed when
Lesley came home and called to her to come straight up.
She walked into the room and saw me, a frown crossed her face for a
moment and then she smiled. I put my hand into my bra and produced the
cash and counted it out onto the bed. She pounced on me in a second and
demanded to know all the details.
So, that's how it started, how I developed my skills to provide a
second income. Have I been back to see Peter again? Yes, several times
in fact. He likes to watch me getting ready from the skin out as he
puts it and best of all I get to play around with his wife's wardrobe.
Her clothes are a little too tight for me really but they fit well
enough, not that they are on for very long in any case. As far as I
know she doesn't suspect anything, even if she did I doubt she'd think
her husband has regular visits from a transvestite.
As it stands the French maid outfit is the most popular with my
clients. The majority only want me to be about the house with them.
Actually there are two maids, one more formal than the frilly satin
uniform reserved for the clients who want that little bit more.
The formal uniform is of a narrow cut black pencil skirt, tight above
the knee and a soft white high collared blouse. Of course there is an
apron and hat, I've kept many an appointment in this outfit, serving
tea and coffee as any other waitress or maid would do when a household
is hosting a coffee morning. One in particular was a birthday surprise
for one half of a gay couple. He, lets call him Frank, was a little put
out at having a girl around the place until his partner asked me to
take my skirt off. I left him with a lovely lipstick kiss on the end of
his hard cock for his boyfriend to enjoy whilst I made my exit.
The Nurse has developed a little as well, I keep the white dress for
massages but have introduced a Nurse in an authentic uniform for those
clients who feel the need to be pampered and looked after. The amount
of bed baths I've done is incredible really and of course, as any Nurse
would do, I have to care for my patients every need. Oddly, those needs
tend to develop during the bed bath.
There's a schoolgirl available now as well, dressed in a too short
black pinafore dress, white blouse, school tie and sexy black lingerie.
She is often very naughty and regularly gets spanked. Of course she
does try to relieve the teachers stress as best she can.
My biggest surprise was a call I made to a refined gentleman we'll call
"Charles." I arrived, changed into the frilliest heavily underskirted
of maids uniforms and entered the bedroom he'd indicated. He was lying
naked on top of a huge bed with an equally naked woman who turned out
to be his wife. I played the part of her ladies maid for the morning
and brought him off into my mouth just before lunch.
"Do drink it all down Amanda," his wife told me with a smile.
I think she secretly got very turned on by seeing me blow her husband
as she has had me back twice to get Charles hard for her. She's also
given me a gorgeous black silk teddy and the second time she gave me
the sexiest emerald mandarin dress.
All this from inventing a user name and an e-mail address. Lesley and I
call it the fe-mail address now, perhaps we've spoken before? Perhaps
we might yet. Whatever, Amanda always answers the fe-mails to
[email protected] ... one way or the other.
--- End ---
Mila
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