My Sexy Caretaker

For the past three years, I've shared an intense connection with my caretaker, Maria. I've been drawn to her for nearly a decade, but she always kept her distance. I would often steal glances and snap photos of her curvaceous thighs, her alluring cleavage, and her toned legs as she went about her duties—cleaning, organizing, and caring for our home. She knew I did this, but she never encouraged or discouraged me.

One day, I mustered the courage to ask her to meet me privately. She was hesitant at first, but I insisted it was important. We arranged to meet in a secluded corner of the local park, away from prying eyes. As I waited, my heart pounded with anticipation.

Maria arrived, her eyes scanning the area nervously. I led her to a hidden bench, shrouded by tall trees and dense foliage. "Maria," I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me, "I need to tell you something. I've been in love with you for years. I want to be with you, to hold you, to make love to you."

She looked at me, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. "But how can we keep this a secret?" she asked softly.

I leaned in, my voice a low whisper. "We can meet secretly, find moments alone. When you're cleaning the house, wear something that lets me see you. When you're in the kitchen, let me touch you. We can build on this, take it slow, and keep it between us."

Maria considered my words, her eyes never leaving mine. "Okay," she finally said. "Let's try."

From that day forward, our interactions became charged with unspoken desire. I would catch glimpses of her skin as she moved around the house, and the tension between us grew palpable. One afternoon, when she was dusting the living room, I couldn't take it anymore. I approached her, my heart racing.

"Maria," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Come with me."

I led her to my bedroom, my hand trembling as I closed the door behind us. She turned to face me, her eyes wide with anticipation. I reached out, gently cupping her face, and leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were soft and yielding, and she responded with a passion that matched my own.

I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her luscious breasts. I took my time, caressing and kissing every inch of her skin, savoring the moment. Maria's breaths came in quick gasps, and she arched her back, pressing herself against me. I could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own.

I laid her down on the bed, my hands exploring her body, committing every curve and contour to memory. I trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and finally, I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking until it was hard and erect. Maria moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me on.

I moved lower, my hands pushing up her skirt, my fingers finding her wet and ready. I teased her, circling her clit, feeling her body respond to my touch. She bucked her hips, begging for more, and I obliged, sliding a finger inside her, then another, fucking her slowly and deeply.

Maria's moans filled the room, and I could feel her body tensing, her orgasm building. I leaned down, my tongue replacing my fingers, licking and sucking her clit until she exploded, her body shaking with the force of her release. I lapped up her juices, savoring the taste of her.

As she came down from her high, I stood up, quickly shedding my clothes. Maria's eyes widened as she took in my naked body, her gaze lingering on my hard cock. She sat up, her hands reaching out to touch me, to explore every inch of my skin.

She took my cock in her hand, stroking me slowly, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I groaned, my hips bucking into her hand, begging for more. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of my cock, tasting the pre-cum that had gathered there.

I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair, guiding her as she took me into her mouth, sucking and licking, her head bobbing up and down. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

With a final, deep thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I spilled myself into her mouth. Maria swallowed, her eyes never leaving mine, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I held her close, my heart swelling with love and desire. "Maria," I whispered, "that was just the beginning. We have so much more to explore."

She looked up at me, her eyes shining with happiness and anticipation. "I know," she said. "And I can't wait."