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It was very late in the afternoon when the taxi carrying Jeremy Fuller arrived at its destination. Jeremy looked out of the window as the taxi rolled up the drive and stopped in front of the house, a smile crossing his tired face.
The house was pretty much as he remembered it; the grounds were neat and well-kept, the grass green and cut close, the house neat and tidy. Jeremy had been away at school in Europe for the past two years, and this was his first trip home. It was his uncle’s idea that he attend school in Europe; he had done it when he was young and always said it was the best thing to ever happen to him next to getting custody of Jeremy. Jeremy’s uncle had raised him since his parents were killed when he was six, and had done an excellent job of it. He had no brothers or sisters or any other living relatives and his uncle was a bachelor, so he was the sole object of his uncle’s attention. He loved his uncle like a father, and had missed him while he was gone. He had been looking forward to the trip home for months; the only thing to throw a damper in the works was the last-minute letter he got from his uncle the day before he got on the plane to fly home. Seems that there was a problem with one of his holdings in South America, and he had to go take care of it. He’d only be gone for about a week, but he’d be leaving the day that Jeremy was getting on the plane to come home. That meant he’d have the house all to himself for the first four or five days that he was home; he guessed that would be OK, since he’d just relax by the pool, go downtown during the evening, and maybe even get lucky and score once or twice before his uncle got home. European women were nice, but he was looking forward to some good old American ass.
Jeremy walked up and opened the door to the house as the taxi drove away, then walked inside and dropped his bags on the floor next to the door. The house was cool and quiet, and he saw an envelope with his name on it lying on the small table in the hallway. He picked it up, opened it, and took out the sheet of paper inside. It was a note from his uncle, telling him that he was sorry he couldn’t be there for the first few days, but that he’d get home as soon as he could. He also said for Jeremy to enjoy himself and have fun, telling him where the keys to the car were. But it was the last paragraph that caught his eye.
“And don’t worry about keeping the place neat; I’ve hired a live-in maid since you left, and she does quite a good job of taking care of things. Her name is Claudia; I think you’ll like her. Welcome home! Love, Uncle Andy.”
Claudia; what an intriguing name, Jeremy thought. And just what did he mean by ‘I think you’ll like her,’ he thought to himself. Oh, well, he thought, he’d find out soon enough. He picked up his bags and headed upstairs to his old room.
The room was exactly as he remembered it, and it seemed like no one had touched it since he left. Everything was in the same places as he last remembered seeing them, although there wasn’t a speck of dust or dirt anywhere to be seen. He dropped his bags on the floor and then stood in the center of the room and looked around, feeling glad to be home.
“Welcome home, Master Jeremy,” a feminine voice said from behind him.
Startled, Jeremy turned around quickly. Standing behind him with her hands behind her back and wearing a traditional French maid’s outfit was the woman who just had to be Claudia. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her for the first time. She was about 5’5″ tall, maybe 110 pounds soaking wet, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a very trim figure. She also had the biggest, roundest pair of tits he’d ever seen! They were absolutely huge, each one being nearly as big as his head, and the dress was cut low enough to show about a mile of cleavage. He could see the tops of her mammoth breasts rising and falling as she breathed. He could only imagine the industrial-strength bra she had to be wearing to hold those monsters in. She laughed gaily and broke his trance.
“I’m sorry, Master Jeremy, I didn’t mean to startle you!” she said, smiling at him.
“No, that’s okay, really!” he said, flustered and embarrassed at having been caught staring at her huge tits. “I didn’t mean to…well, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting…” he stammered, not knowing what to say. Claudia laughed again.
“That’s quite all right, Master Jeremy, I’m used to the reaction I get when men see me for the first time; actually, I take it as a compliment!” She took a step into the room and introduced herself. “I’m Claudia, as I’m sure you’ve figured out. I’m your uncle’s housekeeper, and he’s instructed me to take good care of you until he gets home,” she explained. She walked over and picked up his bags, showing more of her spectacular cleavage to him as she bent over. She carried the bags over to his bed and put them there, and for the first time he noticed that the short skirt of her outfit revealed ataköy escort a pair of very shapely legs which led up to a firm, rounded ass. He caught himself and brought his eyes up to hers before she turned around and caught him staring again.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Master Jeremy?” she asked, smiling at him. Her choice of words did not go unnoticed by Jeremy.
“No, thank you. And please, my name is Jeremy; you can stop with the ‘master’ stuff, okay?” he said, smiling at her. She smiled back in response.
“Okay, Jeremy,” she said, and then walked towards the door. “Your uncle left another note for you on your dresser, by the way. I have some things to attend to downstairs, so I’ll leave you to get settled in.” She paused at the door and turned to face him again. “Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do for you before I leave?” she asked again, still smiling at him.
‘Yeah, you can wrap those massive tits around my head and smother me with them!’ he thought to himself.
“No thank you, Claudia. I’m going to take a shower and relax a bit,” he replied, looking over and seeing the envelope on the dresser. “The long flight over kind of wore me out.”
“Very good, Jeremy, I’ll check with you in an hour or so!” she smiled at him and then left, closing the door behind her. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was a pair of thong panties hiding beneath that short skirt of her.
If she wore panties at all, that is.
Jeremy walked over to the dresser, picked up the envelope, and read the short note inside.
So what do you think of Claudia? Quite spectacular, isn’t she? Believe it or not, I hired her based on a telephone interview and didn’t actually see her until she showed up her first day. Needless to say I was very glad I hired her! And the French maid outfit was her idea, by the way…she insisted on wearing it as her uniform, which is quite all right with me as I’m sure it is with you as well. She’s a sweet girl who’s very good at her job, although I have a feeling there’s a wild side to her that I haven’t seen.
But I’ll let you tell me all about that when I get home!
Again, welcome home!
Jeremy folded the note and put it back in the envelope. A wild side, huh? He thought to himself as he got undressed to get in the shower. He could certainly see where his uncle would get that idea from, especially if she used the same double-meaning phrases with him that she just used with Jeremy. And she had to know how incredibly low-cut her dress was and just how much cleavage she was showing, didn’t she? After all, she chose it herself, not her uncle. Thong panties would tell the tale, he thought as he turned on the water in the shower; if she’s wearing thong panties, then she’s got a wild side for sure!
If she wore panties at all, that is.
Jeremy took a shower, washing the 19 hours of travel off of his body, and then lay down on his bed to take a nap. He was so tired he didn’t bother to get dressed; he just lay down on his back and fell instantly asleep in the comfort of his own bed. He didn’t wake up until much later, and when he did it was full dark outside. He glanced at the clock to see what time it was and was surprised to see that it was a little after nine PM. He turned on the light next to the bed, threw back the blanket covering him and swung his feet over the sit of the bed as he sat up; then it hit him.
‘I don’t remember covering up with a blanket!’ He thought. ‘I don’t remember a blanket even being laid out on the bed!’ Could he have gotten up and retrieved the blanket, only to be so tired that he didn’t remember it? He thought that may have been it; after all, he was more tired than he thought when he stepped out of the shower, falling asleep right away. In any event, he stood up and picked up one of his bags, then placed it on the bed. He opened it and pulled out a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt; he quickly slipped these on (he never wore underwear) and then slipped his bare feet into his well-worn deck shoes. Then he went over to the dresser to run a comb through his hair before going downstairs to get something to eat from the kitchen.
That’s when he saw the note stuck in the frame of the mirror.
“I fixed a plate for you and put it in the refrigerator. All you have to do is put it in the microwave for 4 minutes and that’s it. Hope you had a nice nap! Claudia.”
So she had been in his room! And she had obviously gotten a close look at him since she was invariably the one who had covered him with the blanket. Jeremy was so taken aback by the realization that she had been in there while he was sleeping naked on his bed that he didn’t know whether to be upset or amused. After a very few moments he was neither; he found himself intrigued and slightly aroused. He wondered if she had stood over him, looking down at his naked form before she covered him, and wondered what bakırköy escort she had thought. He also wondered how long she had been in there.
He went downstairs and found the plate in the kitchen just like the note said, and then nuked it according to instructions. After he finished eating he put the plate in the sink and went back upstairs to unpack. He didn’t see or hear Claudia for the rest of the night; he figured that she was probably either in her room or out on the town. In either case he didn’t think he’d see her again that night, so after he finished unpacking he went back to bed.
He got up the next morning bright and early, showered again, got dressed in the same jeans and t-shirt he’d briefly had on the night before, then went downstairs to get some breakfast and read the paper. It would be nice to read an American paper for a change.
As soon as he walked into the hallway he smelled the sausage, bacon and eggs cooking. He smiled as he walked into the kitchen and saw Claudia in her French maid outfit standing over the stove, putting the finishing touches on his eggs. She noticed him in the doorway and smiled.
“Good morning, Jeremy! How did you sleep?” she asked, turning the bacon. The tops of her huge breasts jiggled with her every move.
“Like a rock,” he replied, walking over and sitting down at the table. He wasn’t going to mention anything about her coming into his room unless she did. Set out on the table in front of him was a knife, fork, plate, a glass of orange juice and the morning paper. This girl thought of everything.
“Good! I hope you don’t mind my coming in and covering you up,” she said, brining the pan with his eggs over and scraping the scrambled eggs out onto his plate. She bent over beside him and gave him another long look at her spectacular cleavage. “When I came in to check on you after an hour and you didn’t answer the knock on your door, I thought it would be wise to see if you were okay.” She straightened up and took the empty pan back to the stove, then returned with the bacon and sausage. He got another look at her twin peaks when she did this. “You didn’t look cold; actually, you looked fine, but I thought it would be best to cover you up anyway,” she explained, taking the empty pan over to the stove.
‘There’s that double-meaning statement again!’ Jeremy thought.
“Thank you, I appreciate you looking out for me like that,” he said as he started to eat his breakfast.
“It was my pleasure, really!” she said, smiling at him.
‘I just bet it was!’ He thought.
“I’ve already eaten, and there are some things I have to take care of this morning, so I’ll leave you to your eggs and paper,” she said, picking up the remnants of the bacon and sausage wrappings and walking over to the trash can. “If there’s anything I can do for you, please don’t hesitate to ask!” she said as she turned away from him and stepped on the pedal for the trash can in the corner. The lid popped up and she dropped the trash into it. Some of it missed the can and fell to the floor; she bent over from the waist without bending her knees to pick it up and put it in the trash can, then left the room without turning around to see the look on Jeremy’s face.
She was wearing a thong.
Jeremy smiled, then went back to eating his breakfast.
When Jeremy returned to his room after breakfast, the first thing he noticed was that Claudia had unpacked his luggage. The next thing he noticed was the neatly folded towel lying on the bed, next to his racing style swim trunks. Lying on top of the trunks was a short note which read, “Just in case you decide to go for a swim later on!”
When he bought the trunks in Europe he wasn’t particularly fond of them at first, but that was all he could find in that part of the world. The thought of walking around in a skin-tight Spandex bathing suit that showed every curve, bump and vein – especially when he had an erection, which was frequently on the nude beaches at first – made him uncomfortable. He eventually got used to them and now didn’t think twice about wearing them. He even got used to the nude beaches, and the all-too-frequent erections slowed considerably. After six months of seeing European women walking around topless, it took a woman with a really spectacular body to get that kind of reaction out of him.
A woman with a body like Claudia’s.
At first he didn’t know what to think, and then he decided what the hell – after he got back from visiting some old friends in town, he just might go for that swim and see what happened. He had a feeling, and wanted to see if he was right.
He went downstairs to get the car keys and tell Claudia he was leaving. He followed the sound of the vacuum cleaner and found her in his uncle’s study, vacuuming the rug. He stood in the doorway for several moments, watching her move the vacuum cleaner around the room. When she turned in his direction he got another good view of her mammoth breasts which were bobbing like crazy as she worked the vacuum. After a long minute she finally looked up and noticed him, jumping a bit. They both smiled as she shut off the machine, and he spoke first.
“Now it’s my turn to startle you!” he said. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to sneak up on you!”
“I guess I had it coming,” she said, still smiling at him. “So now we’re even! What can I do for you, Jeremy?” she asked.
“I just wanted to let you know that I was going out for a while to see some old friends,” he said. “I should be back in a couple of hours.”
“Would you like me to have lunch waiting for you when you get back?” she asked.
“That would be great, yes,” he said, marveling at this girl’s efficiency. “And after lunch, I think I’ll go for that swim,” he said, leaving the open-ended statement hanging there. She smiled broadly, her eyes lighting up as she replied.
“Wonderful! I’m sure you’ll enjoy it!” she said, giving him an open-ended statement of her own to ponder as he walked away.
He returned to the house around noon, and true to her word Claudia had lunch waiting for him. The sandwich and chips were the perfect lunch, and Jeremy told her so when she set the plate down in front of him, again showing him her mile-long cleavage.
“Thank you, Jeremy, that’s very sweet!” she said, smiling at him. She walked towards the door and then stopped, turning to ask, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
‘Okay, I’ll play your game!’ he thought.
“No, this is just fine, Claudia…for now,” he replied, smiling a wry smile at her. She smiled very broadly at his response before replying.
“You just call me if you want anything else from me!” she said, and then walked through the door.
‘And so the game begins,’ Jeremy thought as he ate his lunch. He had a pretty good idea where things were headed, and he really hoped he was right. If he didn’t get to see those huge tits naked soon, he’d go absolutely crazy!
After he finished eating he went upstairs, changed into his swim trunks, and headed down to the pool, the towel slung over his shoulder. The day was bright, clear, and hot, and the water felt good on his skin as he dove into the pool. He swam a few laps in the Olympic-size pool, then hoisted himself out of the cool water and headed for the chaise lounge, picking up his towel from where he dropped it on the way. He ran his hands over his head to squeegee the water out, then lay down on the big padded lounge chair, letting the sun warm his body and dry the water from his skin. He closed his eyes and relaxed, letting his mind wander and was not surprised to find it wandering over Claudia and those monster tits. His thoughts combined with the warm sun on his crotch began to have the inevitable effect and he felt his cock swelling slightly, pressing against the snug material of his suit.
‘I wonder what the rest of her looks like’? He thought to himself. As if on cue, from behind him came Claudia’s voice.
“Would you mind if I joined you, Jeremy?”
He opened his eyes and turned his head to see her standing behind his chair, smiling down at him. He could have sworn she was staring at his crotch when he first turned his head, but he wasn’t sure. She was wearing a short white terrycloth pool robe which stopped just below the cheeks of her ass, and was carrying a towel.
“Please do!” he said, gesturing to the chaise lounge next to his. He made no move to cover his partial erection which was plainly visible through his tight suit.
“Thank you!” she said. She walked over to the lounge and spread the towel out to lie on, giving Jeremy a good look at the underside of her ass as she did so. Not surprisingly, her bathing suit was a thong, too, he was glad to see. She turned at sat down on the lounge facing Jeremy, leaving her robe on. She smiled at him as she spoke.
“How long were you in Europe, Jeremy?” she asked, genuinely interested. She leaned forward on her knees, and Jeremy saw more of her fantastic cleavage than ever. He couldn’t wait to see the suit she had on under that robe!
“Two years,” he said, “most of it in France going to school. I did a couple of internships in Belgium and Germany, but mostly it was France.”
“Did you like France?” she asked.
“Yes, I did,” he replied. “The people were very nice, and once you got used to the cultural differences, it was just great.”
“Yep; Europeans in general and the French in particular have a very different attitude,” he explained, “much more relaxed than ours. They don’t let the trivial things upset them, and their attitude on nudity is just great.”
“What attitude is that?” she asked, letting him steer the conversation. He had a feeling she knew she was being steered and didn’t mind.
“They don’t mind it. You see topless ads on billboards and in papers all the time, plus full-frontal female nudity on TV is no big thing.”
“They have topless beaches there, too, right?” she asked, doing some steering of her own.
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