The Maid's Helping Hand

Alura Jenson is alone at home when her maid, Charlotte Sins, leans over to straighten something and that tight little ass rises right up into view. Alura swallows hard. Her hand slips under her robe and she starts rubbing slow circles over her clit, eyes fixed on every inch of soft skin Charlotte is flashing. She can’t stop now. Heat spreads across her chest and down between her thighs. Moments later she calls Charlotte over, trying to keep her voice steady. She pats the cushion beside her on the couch. Charlotte sits, skirt riding up, thighs smooth and warm. Alura lets her robe fall open just enough. Her fingers stroke lazily over her pussy, slick already, as she asks about the girl taking a full-time position. Charlotte says she is very interested. Alura’s husband is gone more than he is home and she feels the ache of it deep in her body. Charlotte catches the invitation without missing a beat. Her eyes drop between Alura’s spread legs, watching the fingers move. When Alura parts her folds and gives one slow, deliberate stroke, Charlotte understands the terms right away. She’s perfectly willing to keep a lonely woman company, starting now, as long as the work comes with Alura’s attention and those eager hands between her legs.