by Paul Preston
The image of the sweating body she had seen for just one fleeting moment four years ago was now in the forefront of her mind. As she thought of him, the lips of her sex stretched open even further. After the elevator doors opened, and his reflection split apart, she had put the memory of Mr. Williamson away in the deep recesses of her mind. Now, he was all she could think about, until she heard the far off voice of Mrs. Potcia.
“Madam, are you sleeping? Madam?”
“No, Maria, I’m just resting,” Bella Lisa said with a sigh, removing her fingers from her opening.
“Come. Let me dry you with nice soft towel. Dinner begins very soon, but would you like quick massage?”
“Sure, Maria. That sounds wonderful.”
“Come then.”
Mrs. Potcia helped Bella Lisa out of the tub, wrapped one towel skillfully around her hair and the other around her body. She led Bella Lisa to the massage table against the far windows overlooking the sea.
“Please, lay down face first on table,” Mrs. Potcia said, removing the towels from around her body and hair while helping her onto the massage table.
Mrs. Potcia went to work loosening and kneading out the knots in her shoulder blades and neck with almond oil. Her skillful hands and fingers massaged down her back, over her hips and down the back of her thighs to the bottom of her feet and toes, squeezing the tension out of her, leaving her pleasantly light-headed.
“Oh my God, hmmm, you’re so good at this, Maria,” she moaned, feeling the tension leave her body.
“It Mr. Williamson. He pay. Many thousand dollars for School of Healing Massage. Got my certificate in Deep Tissue Massage. Make lot of extra money for my family. He a very good man, Ms. Mauricio. You know, my husband, he die recently.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Maria.”
“I know. Is OK. He in better place now. Mr. Williamson, you know, he see my husband in front of Home Depot, no paper. He pay lawyer, sponsor us for US citizenship. He get my husband and me work visa, job, make him head of maintenance here, pay good money to my husband. We move out of Compton to Seaside City, raise our son Che away from gangs and drugs. Helps Che get money to go to UCLA School of Business! He graduate top in class. Gets Che job too with his investment company. Now Che a success, engaged to be married next Spring to very nice girl. Mr. Williamson change our lives. I think he like you too. He a lone wolf. Only one girl ever come to house, as far as I know, in all the time I work here. He a good man Ms. Mauricio, you see. Now please turn over madam.”
Mrs. Potcia continued her massage in silence, gliding her oiled hands down over Bella Lisa’s breasts, belly, thighs, arms, hands and fingertips. She turned her head to the window, looked down at the ocean and thought of Mrs. Potcia’s story, along with her physical attraction to Williamson. She began to feel something, a warmth growing within her heart for him.
Only one woman had ever come to the house? Could that be true? How could it be that no woman had been able to snatch up this handsome, sexy and successful man by now?
She wondered who that one woman was that had come before her. Though it was true he was much older, she felt a strong sexual attraction for him. Perhaps she was even more drawn to him because he was older. He exuded a confidence and a sensuality and didn’t feel the least bit intimidated by her beauty. He had a commanding and dominating presence, yet he seemed to have a sensitive side too.
Or am I letting his amazingly sculpted body cloud my thoughts?
She particularly could not stop thinking about those lovely blue veins bulging from the skin of his arms which she loved to follow the trajectory of with her eyes. She could feel herself becoming aroused again as she thought about them.
“Almost done. One more thing. This is exotic oil. From Thailand. Very expensive. I anoint you, if I may.”
Mrs. Potcia put a droplet behind each ear, one on the middle of her forehead, one just over her lips, on the tips of her breasts, on her belly button and directly on the bud of her clitoris.
Even though the maid touched her in a private place, she seemed to pay it no mind, as if it was all part of the massage. She smelled sweet, fragrant, like the living essence of a tropical flower. She felt transformed further by the oil, as if she was being offered to Williamson as a kind of sensual Goddess. The exotic fragrant oil had worked its magic upon her. She could feel a pleasant sensation deep within her as the bud of her clitoris became warm. She took a deep breath and could feel the pink lips of her sex opening even further, as if wanting to be touched and stroked. And kissed…
“We done. Could only work on you just a little, will give you longer session next time, if you like.”
“You made me feel… very relaxed, Maria, thank you.”
“Come. In bedroom, Mr. Williamson choose very pretty sexy clothes for you.”
Mrs. Potcia guided Bella Lisa back to the edge of the bed. From a hidden drawer she pulled out the outfit. Holding out Bella Lisa’s legs, Mrs. Potcia put on a pair of thigh high sheer pink silk stockings and attached them to the matching lacey pink garter belt she had slipped over her waist. She helped Bella into a pink silk camisole held up loosely by spaghetti-thin shoulder straps. The silk clung closely as if form fitted to her waist and fell down to an inch above her garter belt. The bust was a loose and sheer fabric, totally exposing her breasts, aureoles and nipples to public view. It was worse than being topless, as the tight fabric that clung to her torso invited the eyes upward to view the display of her breasts and nipples. Mrs. Potcia placed on her feet, like Cinderella, not glass slippers, but the most beautiful pair of designer white high heeled shoes she’d ever seen, which again, fit her perfectly. It made her feel prettier and a foot taller.
How did he guess my exact shoe size?
“OK, all ready to go,” Mrs. Potcia chirped out.
“Umm, Maria, aren’t we forgetting a few things? Something to cover myself, a bra, a pair of panties, of course, a dress to wear over my…?”
“I looked and looked. I no understand, madam. I find no panties, dress or bra.”
“Well, I can’t possibly go to dinner looking… I mean, my private areas are not even covered. Everyone will be able to see… I’m uncomfortable, Maria….”
Mrs. Potcia took Bella Lisa’s arm and guided her, stumbling in her heels out of the bedroom and down the corridor as she chattered away.
“Yes, Madam. But no worry. I promise I speak to him about panties and bra, but we late, must go now. Only thing you need to know about men, especially my macho types like my late husband and your Mr. Williamson, if they not eat on time, they start to growl like beast.”
Mrs. Potcia checked her watch and quickened the pace toward the dining room, Bella Lisa’s breasts bouncing up and down as she tried to keep up. Her loose left strap kept slipping off her shoulder, causing the bust of her camisole to fall down her arm, exposing her breast. She kept pulling the strap back up and tucking herself back into the thin gauzy material as her heels click-clacked along. Her fingers kept tugging down on the silky bottom of the camisole, attempting to cover her private areas to no avail. She could feel the slight breeze from the air conditioning duct caress her back side and cool the warm wet lips of her still opened vagina as she trotted a few steps behind Maria.
Mrs. Potcia finally reached the double doors of the formal dining room and opened them, presenting her to Mr. Williamson. She felt like a sheared lamb led to the slaughter.
Like Bambi’s first time slipping and sliding on the slippery ice, she stumbled through the doorway, tripping over her high heels.
Williamson stood up from behind a large oak dining room table and walked toward her. Shyly, he stopped several feet away, as if an invisible barrier existed between them. Bella Lisa took a few tentative steps into the room and heard the door shut behind her. She was immediately disarmed by the intense and painful longing in his eyes. She had seen that look before, usually in younger or more unpopular boys in school who had a crush on her but knew they had no hope of winning her. It suddenl
y occurred to her.
The older perverted guy really does have a crush on me…
She was charmed and flattered that this handsome and successful man developed a crush on her, however inappropriate it may be. At that moment Bella Lisa felt her heart open and warm to him a little more. It was true he rather wickedly manipulated her to stay with him, but he was right to say she probably wouldn’t have gone out with him if he asked her, due to the age difference.
What would be the harm in staying with him for a week, to discover if these feelings were fueled by just a mutual sexual attraction, or if it could be something deeper?
At that moment Bella Lisa decided to play along with his little game. So, if he wanted her to dress her like a coquette, she would act like one too. She smiled sweetly at him, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes and over her ear. When she put her arm down to her side, her loose shoulder strap and camisole fell down her arm, exposing her left breast. She pretended not to notice and continued to look innocently up at him. As he stared at her breast, she saw his erection growing. She had the desire to silently walk over and kneel in front of the growing shaft and take it into her hands and worship him with her mouth. She followed his eyes as they looked between her wet thighs. She pretended not to notice how fervently he stared at the slick lips of her sex, opening just for him.
Then, acting ashamed, as if she just discovered herself exposed, she tucked herself back in, holding her hands over her breasts. He seemed unable to talk or move, as if he had forgotten how to. Bella Lisa noticed that he wore the same pants and pressed shirt, but had changed from his suit into an attractive black silk smoking jacket. Even clear across the room, she once more could smell his pleasant aroma of soap and cologne. His hair was damp again. The man seemed to be constantly stepping out of the shower. What’s more, he appeared freshly shaved for the second time that afternoon.
What kind of creature grows facial hair so fast that it must be shaved every two hours?
She could see his eyes continue to devour her, but for the first time, she was unafraid.
Let him look.
It was kind of endearing that he was so mesmerized by her; he had lost the ability to speak. Bella Lisa broke the silence with a joke.
“Who are you supposed to be, Hugh Hefner?”
“Ahh, yes. The jacket. Very humorous, Ms. Mauricio. I’ve actually been a guest at Hef’s mansion. Would you care to be my playboy bunny this week?”
“I think I’ll pass. I’ve never much been into older men.”
“I assure you, Ms. Mauricio, I have the strength and vitality of a much younger man, and I intend on proving that to you, if given the chance.”
“I don’t intend on giving you that chance, Mr. Williamson.”
“We will see…”
Williamson continued to stare at her. Bella Lisa felt like she was auditioning for a part in a pornographic movie. With her hands still covering her breasts, she crossed one leg in front of the other. She had successfully hidden her breasts from his prying eyes, but she realized that crossing one leg in front of the other had only more prominently presented her most private area to his view. She uncrossed her legs and squeezed her thighs tightly together, demurely casting her eyes downward.
“You needn’t be embarrassed, Ms. Mauricio,” he said in a husky voice. “You look quite fetching tonight.”
“That’s kind of you to say, but what’s with this stripper costume you’re forcing me to wear?”
“I prefer to have myself and my guests dress comfortably at dinner.”
“Is your idea of my comfort dressing me for dinner without a bra, panties or a proper dress?
“Well, to be honest, I suppose the clothing or lack thereof is more generally geared for my comfort, rather than yours.”
“Yes, I suppose.”
“Forgive me for dressing you so, but I must say you look so… enchanting this evening, Ms. Mauricio. A vision of loveliness, too beautiful to be real. You have literally taken my breath away. May I kiss your hand?”
Williamson asked so sweetly, she couldn’t really say no. She was beginning to feel comfortable with him now, despite her lack of dress. He was being a gentleman and not jumping on her immediately when she wore lingerie like her college boyfriends had always done. She offered her hand with a little flirtatious pout of her lips.
“OK, I suppose. But just one kiss.”
“Just one kiss, yes.”
Williamson reverently bowed before her on one knee, as if he was about to propose marriage. He held her hand, turning it outward and gave her palm a slow and sensual kiss with his lips and tongue, worshipping her flesh. She felt his tongue lightly lick the center of her palm, which made her heart beat faster and her clenched thighs relax. Bella Lisa noticed her shoulder strap and camisole had fallen off again, exposing her breast when she took his hand. Williamson watched as she tucked her soft supple breast back into the loose bust and readjusted the thin strap back over her shoulder. He escorted Bella Lisa to the dining table. As they crossed the room she glanced behind her, noticing how intently he stared at the way her cheeks arched and swayed in her high heels as she walked. He helped her into her seat and she felt the soft cushion of the chair comfort her most private and intimate spot. As Williamson sat down in the chair across the table from her, Bella Lisa noticed the contract. He must have had it moved from the foyer table in the living room to a side table in the dining room. After a servant poured Bella Lisa a glass of chardonnay and refilled Williamson’s glass, two sizzling plates were brought out and placed in front of them. Williamson waited for Bella Lisa to take the first bite, then picked up his knife and fork. He was happy the salmon had been cooked to perfection, the juicy soft flesh dissolving in his mouth. He took another bite, breathed out and finally felt relaxed somewhat. The long awaited dinner with Bella Lisa Mauricio had begun.
When he looked up from his second bite, she had almost completely devoured her fish.
“You seem rather hungry for someone with no appetite,” Williamson teased, biting into an orange-glazed carrot.
“I have a new plan. If I keep eating and gain all this weight, hopefully you’ll keep your hands off me.”
“Ahh, a wise move. However, I’m not so sure your plan will work. You are already so slender that if you gain some weight you’ll be that much more voluptuous and seductive to me.
“You say just what a girl wants to hear, Mr. Williamson. You must be a very dangerous man.”
“Oh, I am, make no mistake…by the way,” Williamson said, patting the corners of his mouth with his napkin and elegantly placing his fork and knife across his plate before speaking. “I trust you were not harmed in any permanent manner by the security team. I can assure you, if they had physically touched a hair on your head or even accidently nicked you with the knife, I certainly would’ve—”
“Wait a minute.”
“Of course, I will reimburse you for—”
“How did you know about the knife? Did they tell you what happened?”
“Not exactly.”
“Then how did you… you were watching, weren’t you. Are their cameras in my bedroom?”
“Ms. Mauricio, there is a risk when a person of my position has such a high profile exposure to the public. I need to have a security system in—”
“You watched them cut off my sweater and bra?”
“I assure you, they would never have—”
Bella Lisa pushed away the rest of her entrée.
“You watched Mrs. Potcia undress me, bath me, massage me, dress me up like a stripper?”
“I may have seen a little, but as I said I was in the midst of a rather important transaction with one of my most important—”
“How do expect me to ever trust you if you are constantly invading my privacy here, not allowing me to turn on and off my own computer, not allowing a lock on my door, filming my every move, my most intimate moments…”
“Those are all good points. I owe you an apology ag
ain, Ms. Mauricio. I’m suppose I’m becoming more and more like your husband, rather than your employer, apologizing to you every few minutes.”
“That’s not funny.”
“I wasn’t joking, Ms. Mauricio.”
“I want the cameras removed from my room, Mr. Williamson. Immediately. You can have them reinstalled after my week here is over.”
“Certainly. The cameras in your bedroom will be removed first thing tomorrow morning. I’ll have it added as a provision to your contract.”
“No cameras. And I want the tapes of what was recorded this afternoon,” she said, play acting her anger with him, a fiery look in her eyes.
A sly smile curled on the edge of Williamson’s lips. Bella Lisa wondered if he could tell she was overdoing the indignation a little bit.
“You shall receive the original tapes, Bella Lisa. You can see to it that they are destroyed. You may watch while a workman removes them from your room, if you don’t trust me.”
“I don’t trust you, so I most certainly shall.”
“It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable, Ms. Mauricio. Again, my deepest apologies.”
Williamson smiled at her. He rested his chin in his hand and stared deeply into her eyes.
He knows now. His eyes are telling me he knows. He saw. It’s too late now to resist him. To pretend I don’t like it. He knows. He saw how I liked it, how my body responded when they restrained me.
A long awkward silence passed between them. Bella Lisa pushed the cherry tomatoes around her salad plate with her fork. Williamson pushed his plate aside.
“Would you like anything more, my dear?”
Yes, I want you to tie me up. Go ahead, ask him for it. Tell him you want it.
Bella Lisa breathed in and shut her eyes, trying to ignore this naughty new voice she kept hearing in her mind.
“Maybe another drop of wine.”