“Buenos días, Señor Dominguez.” Marisela extended her hand in greeting. He accepted. “Soy Marisela.”
“¡No! ¡Por favor, Javier!” His voice was deep. She had been around Spanish speakers all her life, but his sounded different. His was the only one to set her body aflame. His cologne emanated the scents of sandalwood and musk. It only added to her already blossoming attraction. He oozed sex with every word. She would call him Javier as he requested, and later, when he begged, she would call him “Papi Chulo.”
“Aquí.” She shoved the résumé in his face. She knew the job was guaranteed because Carmen gave her a rave recommendation, but it never hurt to be extra-prepared.
Javier stood there flipping through the papers, not really seeing what was on the page. He needed something to distract him from staring at the new cook. She was tall, about five feet eight inches, and thick in all the right places—hips, legs, and breasts. A gentle breeze passed, carrying the sweet smell of her perfume. Her smooth, flawless honey-brown skin enticed him. He wondered if she tasted like honey. Her hazel eyes held secrets, ones he wanted to explore intimately. His dick leapt at the thought. “¡Está muy caliente afuera!” Though he was accustomed to the stifling Panama heat, he needed to explain the sudden perspiration on his forehead. He turned to go toward the house, shielding his growing erection. He peered over his shoulder. “¡Vamos!” She followed him inside.
Hot outside, my ass! She saw the slight bulge in his pants. She knew it was more than humidity that had him hot. She was sweltering for the exact same reasons. That, and she wasn’t used to the sultry weather. She felt like she was going to melt into a puddle on his veranda.
As she entered his home, a cool breeze welcomed her. Her nipples automatically tightened. From the hooded look in Javier’s eyes, she knew he noticed. He showed her to her room, which was on a different floor than his. It didn’t matter. She would be sure to be caught by Javier with a towel around her dripping wet, naked body while she was roaming the halls.
The first time she pulled that
trick, he had appeared flushed and quickly pointed her in the right direction. The second time, he had been understanding. He had even relayed tales of his getting turned around when he had first moved there. The third time, Marisela noticed, he had simply stared. His pupils dilated and he had definitely noticed she was an attractive woman, naked in his home while his wife was away.
Trouble! This new cook was nothing but trouble with a capital T. He didn’t have the heart to fire her. Her rice and peas rivaled his mother’s. He would lick his lips, imagining it was Marisela he was eating. She made no move to leave now, but just watched him watch her.
Damn, he’s fine! He was definitely interested in her. Marisela realized that it was now time to make her move. She pretended to leave, by partially turning her body toward the staircase. She “accidentally” dropped her plush red terry-cloth towel on the white marble floor in the process. She gasped and tried to look mortified. Javier closed the distance between them and bent down. He picked up the towel and slowly rose to give it to her.
“¡Gracias!” she mumbled and turned around to leave, only partially covering her body with the towel. Javier had no way of knowing, because her back was now to him, but Marisela had a huge grin on her face.
Danger better described Marisela. Danger with a capital D. Javier didn’t know what he was thinking. He was a recently married man who should only desire his wife. But Marisela was an attractive woman who always managed to be naked or half naked around him. He knew he should have turned away in modesty, but he couldn’t turn down the chance to see her up close. He grabbed his opportunity when the towel fell. It was like a gift from heaven. He took his time returning it. He bent down, only a breath away from her naked skin, to pick up the fallen covering. As he slowly rose, he took his time perusing her body, admiring everything about it. Her perfectly manicured feet, sexy long legs, ripe pussy, slightly rounded belly, and large coconut breasts. He caught the scent of her desire. His cock got harder. He knew he couldn’t give her what she wanted. He was married and she was the help. He returned the towel and watched her walk away. He decided to scurry away to his office.
The smell of vanilla and honey brought him out of the confines of his office. He knew he should stay away, let her fix his plate, and come down to get it when she left the kitchen. But he couldn’t. The sweet scents beckoned to him. He followed his nose. He walked into the kitchen and froze.
She was reaching for a jar from the upper shelf, humming a soca tune, swaying her hips to the beat. She was wearing a short blue shirt and nothing else. Her luscious folds were on full display, yet again. She seemed oblivious to his presence, humming and reaching for dinnerware. She then bent down to check on the food in the oven. Javier couldn’t help it. The view, the sensuous smell of vanilla made him excited. He began to rub his hardening manhood. He massaged it through his khaki linen pants. He wore no underwear. He rubbed his manhood, imagining he was deep inside Marisela. He could almost feel her tightness. He moaned. She jumped up and turned around to face him. He snatched his hand away and nervously cleared his throat.
“Smells good. What are you cooking?” he inquired in his heavy Caribbean accent.
She peered down at his blatant erection, visible through the pants. She looked back up at him with passion-laden eyes.
“Tentación.” Temptation.
Time stood still. The air around them crackled and heated with their mutual desires.
“¡Venga!” One simple command and she followed, slowly and seductively crossing the short distance to him.
He didn’t need to give any more instruction. Once she reached him, she dropped to her knees and released his steel rod from its khaki prison. Before he could utter another command, she took all of him into her mouth.
“¡Ah mierda!” he grumbled. Oh Shit!
After a few slurps, she withdrew. She then licked his crown. She wanted to take time to enjoy the taste and feel of his penis. Her tongue massaged the slit, licking his pre-cum. She tasted salt and traces of vanilla. Knowing that vanilla increased lust, Marisela added the aphrodisiac in all of his meals. Now she tasted it in his essence. She gently traced the length of his penis with the tip of her tongue, before bending down further to suckle his sac.
As she sucked his balls, she rubbed his dick with her right hand. She moaned. His responsive tremor excited her.
Her tongue was magic. The vibrations of her moan caused tickling sensations that traveled from the base of his feet to the top of his head. Javier felt like he was going to explode. He refused to do so before finding out if she tasted like honey. He stopped, grabbing her thick curly hair. His hands moved to her shoulders and yanked her up off her knees. She stood before him. He grabbed her ample bottom and groaned at the soft supple feel of it. He lifted and carried her to the kitchen island. He placed her on the edge in a sitting position. He then moved between her thighs and buried his face in between her legs.
“Oh, my God!” she couldn’t contain her shout. Her English came out loud and clear. He didn’t seem to notice. She had expected to have him shouting and begging, not the other way around. He teased the outline of her labia with his tongue. He alternately sucked and licked her clit until she was bucking on the counter, begging for mercy. He didn’t give her any; instead, he inserted two fingers inside her vagina and bent them in a come-hither motion. She fell against the counter and rubbed her pussy deeper into his face.
She tasted like honey. He couldn’t get enough of it. He could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers, and he knew she was on the edge of cumming. He thought he would come from merely tasting her. He continued his oral assault of her clit until her body shook and the last of her tremors subsided. He lifted himself from her and licked his glistening lips.
“Estoy listo para la cena ahora.” I’m ready for dinner now!
Two weeks later
Javier was one disciplined man. After the incident two weeks prior in the kitchen, he had avoided Marisela like the plague. She could tell that he wanted her. The lust was still in his eyes, but his control had come back with a vengeance.
Marisela watched as the handymen finished the last installations of the new huge chandelier in the foyer. She stared in amazement and with a bit of fear.