Chapter Four: The Maid's Story
by Orange Squash
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Story Code: b/g, f/b, f/m, M/f, Voyeurism; Exhibitionism, Mast, First time

Scientists say that our most prevalent sexual desires are usually formed from our first sexual experiences. The following story of two emotionally repressed individuals demonstrates that.

Some senior Masters at the school were entitled to have a maid to assist them with domestic duties. The maid was always handpicked by the housemistress from amongst the girls. One such master was Arthur Bratcher. His previous maid of several years, a sour faced girl, had now left the school and he needed a replacement. The housemistress selected Mary, a polite, and dilligent 14-year-old.

Mary was a slender girl, a typical English Rose, with long brown hair, long neck, good deportment, and an attractive face. She was shy around men with whom she had had little contact in her life. She and her younger brother had been raised by her mother, her father having died early. Even her preparatory school had been girls-only. When it came to sexual matters, she had absolutely no experience or knowledge. The only time she had ever seen another naked human being was when she and her brother used to be bathed together. So she was aware that boys were different between their legs and had a curious little curled up thing. One day when she was nine and he was four he had stood up in the bath and said, as young boys often do, "look at my Willy it's really big." She had looked and sure enough, it wasn't small and curled up. It was stiff and pointing straight at her.

From that day on her mother had bathed her and her brother separately. But that moment had sparked a curiosity in her mind. Did all boys have a stiff Little Willy? What about grown-ups?

Now, aged 14, and with adolescent hormones, she wondered about this more often, sometimes looking with curiosity at the male teachers, and wondering what lurked in their trousers.

Arthur Bratcher was 32 years old and a Master at the school. He had also only had one sexual experience in his life. He had grown up in an upper middle-class family in a four storey townhouse in Edinburgh with his mother, father, and younger brother. In small rooms in the upper floor of the house lived a cook, a maid and a nanny.

Nanny was a middle-aged spinster who had looked after him and his brother Sydney, four years younger, since they were tiny. Arthur was 12 when she suddenly left after an argument and a new nanny was appointed at short notice. Molly was a 17-year-old girl from the poor side of town. The first thing that 12-year-old Arthur noticed was that, instead of wearing a starched blouse, buttoned up to the collar, Molly wore a loose white blouse with the top three buttons undone. This gave young Arthur his first sight of cleavage.

One of Molly's main duties was to see the two children to bed. She was told that she had to bath Sydney, but Arthur would bath himself. She hadn't realised that bathing Sydney meant just being around to make sure that Sydney washed himself properly. Instead she was very hands-on. As he got into the hot water, she knelt beside the bath, soaked her hands and started washing his muddy knees. He was surprised, but too young to say anything.

After his legs she carefully washed his face and neck, his arms, his chest, his stomach and, being a lusty 17-year-old, she could not resist moving her soapy hand to his groin. Sydney stared straight ahead as she ran her fingers around his parts, and then pulled back his foreskin, applying generous lather to wash the area. Unsurprisingly the boy got a small but firm erection.

Molly had plenty of experience of cocks. On her council estate she had been playing "I'll show you if you show me" since she could remember. She used to like lifting her skirt and pulling down her knickers to show her little slit, while a row of boys pulled down their shorts to show their stiff little pricks. It gave her a sense of power.

She had lost her virginity at 13 to a boy almost twice her age and had sex regularly since, usually with much older boys on the estate. But it was the first time in a while she had seen a little Stiffy so young, and she was curious.

Consequently, she had a good time, playing with it, applying more soap and rubbing it. She smiled inwardly to see the surprised expression on Sydney's face. When the bath was finished, she ordered him to stand on the mat and dry himself, and she watched with fascination, his stiff little prick dancing backwards, and forwards.

Needless to say this happened the next evening and the next without any resistance from Sydney.

When getting Arthur ready for bed, she noticed immediately that he spent a lot of time glancing at her cleavage. This amused her, so she made sure that all four top buttons were undone. She would often lean forward near him and see his eyes widen as he stared inside. She even stopped wearing a bra, she didn't really need one; at 17 her 36C breasts supported themselves. She liked the idea of this 12-year-old boy getting a look at her tits and made sure he got a good look. Once when he was staring she said, "you can look, but you can't touch." The boy went deep red to know he had been caught looking.

Arthur's dad also looked a lot when he thought his wife wasn't watching. She imagined that if she stayed in this job for long she'd have him in bed.

Arthur's bath time was after Sydney was in bed. She allowed him to bath himself and come into the bedroom already in his pyjama shorts and top. However, this time she wasn't happy with the result. His knees were still caked in mud from his earlier football session. "This really isn't good enough. You need to go back and bath again and I will make sure you are clean."

Begrudgingly, he went back to the bathroom to run another bath but was surprised once he was in the water to see her enter the room. Embarrassed, he immediately covered his private parts with his hands. He wasn't used to being watched in his bath, not since he was 10. but Molly was not about to hold back. "Let's make sure your legs are properly clean this time," she said as she knelt beside the bath.

She proceeded, as she had done with Sydney, starting with the mud-caked knees, then his face, arms, chest and then what to do next? Sydney had both his hands pressed firmly across his genitals. With her close proximity and taking regular sideways glances down her gaping blouse, he was getting a hard-on and his hands couldn't fully cover it.

She could see what was happening and could hardly stop herself from smirking. When she had washed his belly she said in a matter-of-fact voice, "come on now don't be silly it's not the first one I've seen," and she had moved his hands out of the way, quickly applying soap to his hardening penis. Like his brother, he was frozen to the spot, looking ahead, but fully aware that she was gazing with sparkling eyes at his large stiff cock sticking up out of the soapy water. She pulled back the foreskin, applying lots of soap and putting her hand around it, started to stroke it up and down. Neither of them spoke as he sat there immobile, and she stroked him, getting gradually faster until the inevitable happened, and he ejaculated into the water. He saw the obvious delight on her face. "Well that was fun wasn't it, it looks like you needed that," she said cheerfully. It wasn't his first wank but certainly the first one done by someone else.

The incident was never mentioned, but the next day he returned from school with even muddier knees and somehow forgot to wash them in his bath. What a surprise, she made him get back in the bath again, and she washed him herself with the same results, this time completely opening her blouse to make sure he had ample view of her tits as she stroked his hard young cock to a climax.

He thought this was going to become a regular bedtime event, but the next day he returned from school to find that she had been dismissed. She had been found with an older boy in her bedroom. She had lasted one week in the job.

After this memorable event, shy Arthur had had no further sexual contact with girls or women. However he vividly remembered the enthusiasm with which Molly had stared at his prick as she held it and this became his favourite wank fantasy.

A couple of years later, his father had been killed in the war. With no means of income, his mother had been forced to dismiss the staff and sell the family home. Living in a tiny terraced house she had had to gain income as a cleaner. He left school at 16 and, after a brief spell in the army himself, he had embarked on a career as a teacher.

And so it was that Mary and Arthur were thrown together. It's worth noting that both Mary and Arthur has grown up in the war time and postwar generation, where shellshocked parents didn't speak about emotions, provided no affection for their children, and certainly didn't speak about sex.

The maid arrangements at the school were that the maid should attend the Master's rooms every morning to make the bed, clean the rooms and do anything else the master asked of her.

Mary would go to his room after she had got herself dressed and had breakfast. As the queues in the shower room and dining hall were indeterminate, she might arrive at his room any time between 7:45 and 8:00. Arthur always rose at 7:50. This meant that depending when she arrived, he might be in different stages of getting ready, Sometimes he was not yet up and she would see him in his dressing gown walking from the bedroom to the bathroom. But usually she would arrive while he was in the bathroom, and she would see him as he came out in his longjohns and vest. He was used to this arrangement with his previous maid and continued as if she was not there, getting dressed while she cleaned and made the bed. Taking her cue from him, she ignored him and got on with her duties.

The first few days were unfamiliar to her and she concentrated on learning her job, but once she got used to the situation her curiosity was sparked. Being around a man in his dressing gown or longjohns she began to wonder what was beneath.

For Arthur, he had never experienced the slightest desire or attraction towards his previous stern maid. But Mary was beautiful, and her demure manner made her very appealing. He found himself having frequent thoughts to expose his cock to her, which was really all he knew about sex. Whenever he fantasised at night wanking his cock, thinking about showing her his cock, he came very quickly.

Being shy, he never deliberately intended to do this. But gradually things started to take their own course. When he was in his longjohns, he was aware that she would occasionally take a sly look at his groin area. One day while still in the bathroom, he had been thinking about it and had a semi erection and he couldn't help noticing that she was very interested in the enlarged bulge.

Likewise, Mary did her best not to look, she had been raised to be a good girl. But she could not stop herself glancing. And that day, when she noticed the bulge between his legs was larger, it gave her an involuntary twinge of excitement, wondering if that was like her four-year-old little brother's Stiffy.

The following day, excited by her attention, when he emerged from the bathroom he had a full erection in his longjohns. An unavoidable protruding bulge. She was taken aback as she tried to make out what was underneath suddenly aware that, whatever it was, was much bigger than her little brother's.

The next day she arrived earlier and he was in his dressing gown. It was loosely tied around his waist and as he moved, he ensured that the tip of his cock became exposed at the front. He was not disappointed. Her darting eyes could not help looking sideways to see it. And afterwards she couldn't stop thinking about it all day. Had she really seen the tip of his cock? It was much fatter than her brother's.

Eventually shy Arthur could bear it no longer. He had no idea about courtship and had lost all sense of decency. The next day as she entered the bedroom he stood facing her in his dressing gown, and slowly opened it at the front to reveal his full erection. She gave a little squeal in shock and immediately turned to leave the room. "Come back," he ordered firmly. "As my maid, I insist you do not turn away from me. It is very rude. Turn and face me."

Too frightened to disobey young Mary turned to face him, hardly able to breathe and looking fixedly at his face and his eyes. But across the room in her lower peripheral vision, she could not fail to see his hard cock, much larger than she could ever have imagined. "You may go," he said. She breathed out and left the room.

Without ever mentioning the incident, from then onwards, the routine was the same but different. She would come to clean his rooms, but from then onwards he was never fully clothed, his hard cock would always be on show out of his underwear. She would glance at it when she thought he wasn't looking. And she would run over those images in her mind as she lay in bed at night. She never touched herself but her pussy throbbed in frustration between her legs.

This routine continued for some time. They both knew what was happening, but neither acknowledged it either by word or even eye contact. Then one day as she was making the bed, she was tugging at the sheet and he was moving past her and her hand accidentally grazed his cock. She carried on as if nothing had happened. However, the next day as she was making the bed she saw him come alongside her in his longjohns, and as she tugged at the sheet, he barked suddenly, "stop!" She froze in mid motion, her hand still holding the sheet at waist height.

As she stood there motionless, he moved forward until his cock touched the back of her hand. She was frozen as she felt the warm, soft skin move slowly across her hand and back again. For the first time, she allowed herself to actually look down and see it, hard and long completely different to her four-year-old brothers. She was mesmerised.

Finally he was achieving his dream, a beautiful woman staring at his cock for the first time since his nanny, when he was 12. And she was realising the fascination she had had for years, the curiosity to know what was inside a man's trousers. In many ways, they were both innocents, both of them too shy and inexperienced to know what to do next. They stood in that pose for a minute maybe two minutes, his cock slowly moving backwards and forwards against the back of her soft hand. Until eventually, he shook himself out of his inaction, turned away from her and got dressed.

But things had moved on and could never go back. He had tested the waters step by step and found that she was not resistant. The next day when she arrived he was waiting for her in the bedroom in his longjohns with his cock out. As she stood by the door, he approached her until they were facing each other, barely 2 feet apart. Finally, they were looking each other in the eye as he took her hand and placed it around his cock. Now he knew he wanted her to be doing what he did in bed every night. He wanted her to do what his nanny had done all those years ago.

Placing her fingers around the shaft, and then his hand around hers, he showed her how to stroke it up and down. Then he removed his hand. She looked down incredulously to see her own hand, wanking his cock. It felt good.

Her touch was inexperienced, a little too tight, pulling down a little too hard, but it was also delicious. He was so turned on that, even without her speeding up, within moments he was gasping, and with a deep moan he ejaculated over her blouse. Poor Mary had no idea what was happening. She had never learned about male orgasm and watched in disbelief as the milky liquid squirted again and again all over her and her hand. But by his reaction, she instinctively knew that she had given him great pleasure.

This game continued day after day. She would clean his room, make the bed, and then he would stand in front of her without a word, and she would wank him off. She learned how to hold it a little more gently, she learned that he liked her to go faster at the end. She learned to carry a wet flannel with her to wipe herself and his cock after he came. She dearly wanted him to hug her and kiss her, but there was never any other physical contact or affection.

One day as she held him he unbuttoned her blouse to see her breasts inside her bra then lifted her bra above her breasts. They looked a little smaller than he remembered the Nanny's. He stared and said simply, "beautiful." She liked that.

From then onwards she never wore a bra when she came to his room and always unbuttoned her blouse before she touched him. She yearned for him to hold her breasts, squeeze them, but he only ever looked. He still remembered the words of his Nanny, "you can look, but you can't touch". Being wanked and looking at tits was all he knew.

This daily routine went on for weeks, months. She would clean his room and wank him off and they would go about their day. Neither of them told anyone.

By the time she turned 15 she was becoming more aware of what sex was about, from hearing stories from other girls. She needed things to go further, to be more affectionate, for him to hold and touch her. Mary decided to move things on. And so it happened that one day when he came into the bedroom, she was completely naked. It was his turn to be completely taken aback. She was stunningly beautiful in her nakedness. Long brown hair, alabaster skin, her beautiful, English Rose face and a perfectly slender, elegant figure.

She had decided to take the lead. Taking him by his cock, she led him over to the four-poster bed and lay herself down on her back. Following her lead, he lay down beside her. She took his hand and placed it on her breast as she put her hand around his cock. She deliberately stroked him only very slowly so he didn't come yet. For the first time he stroked her breast and it felt wonderful to him and opened floodgates of pleasure to her. Then she opened her legs and guided him to lie on top of her. He was acting in a daydream, following her lead. He knew what sex was in theory but had never presumed he would do it with her. As he lay on top of her she experienced the first sense of real affection with him, his chest against hers and the weight of his masculine body on top of her. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him. He instinctively embraced her, still stroking her breast.

With her hand she guided his cock into her. She knew it would be painful at first. Slowly he entered her and finding resistance he stopped. But she pulled on his buttock to continue, and he pushed further gently entering her and breaking her virginity as she screwed up her face in pain.

Once inside instinct took over and they started to make love, slowly to begin with. It was a first for both of them to feel the closeness of physical intimacy with anyone. Their senses were flooded with unfamiliar feelings of love and affection and sex. Surprisingly he didn't come quickly, they took their time, and when he did they came together. They lay there together in post-orgasmic bliss for several minutes and then they did it again. They were both very late for their next lessons.

Now what had started as sexual fascination and lust for both of them had turned into a loving relationship. They made love daily and passionately. It became clear to others that they were very much in love. Despite the age difference they made it work, and as soon as she was 16, they married.

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This was a fictional story by Orange Squash. I'd be interested to receive feedback from any women with views on whether I have adequately described the viewpoint of women in my stories. You can email me at orangesquash59@gmail.com if you would like to comment on this story

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