Seduced by the Maid

"Aaron? Mr Aaron? Are you feeling okay?" Carolina called up the stairs. He had been sitting in his room for well over an hour now, mortified with shame, and his heart was still racing. He rubbed at his temples, and cursed himself.

Aaron replayed the events in the kitchen and tortured himself with worry; what had Carolina seen? What had she noticed?

Aaron had tried to be careful, at first, not to be obvious when he had stared at Carolina's feet around the house, and in the garden... but when she stepped her beautiful, wrinkled sole onto the mess of cake, cream, and fruit... all sense of subtlety went out the window. God, he had stared at Carolina's messy, creamy feet, and nothing else had existed, nothing else mattered... Jesus, Aaron wasn't sure if he would have even noticed if Carolina had turned to watch him staring!

And when she had lifted her mucky sole to him, with cake and mushed fruit in each deep wrinkle... and wriggled her messy toes, and asked him to help clean her foot... Christ... he had cum in his fucking pants! Jesus, he had blown his load like a fucking virgin!

He had fought not to make any noise, or to move at all as he erupted into his pyjama pants, but... how well can you really hide something like that? And the damp patch on his crotch... Oh, Jesus...

"Aaron?" Carolina called again, with apparent kind concern in her voice. "How are you feeling?"

Aaron cleared his throat, and tried to sound relaxed.

"Fine, Carolina... I'm fine, don't worry!" he called, wincing at the tremor in his voice. "I'm just very tired, with travelling... and jet lag and all! Honestly, I just got a little light-headed, that's all!"

Aaron heard footsteps ascending the staircase, and groaned.

Please don't come to my room... Please...

"Awww of course! You must be exhausted!" she called back kindly, and Aaron felt slightly more at ease. "Just rest, and take it easy! I have cleaned the kitchen, and whenever you want, I will make you something to eat. Try and have a nap!"

Aaron heard Carolina reach the top of the stairs, but she went the other direction from his room. He sighed with relief, and the pounding in his chest began to settle. Maybe he had gotten away with it...

Aaron lay back on his bed, and exhaled. He could not face looking Carolina in her beautiful, brown eyes after what had happened, even if she had been unaware, so he put on a pair of headphones and relaxed to some music.

Aaron did not hear Carolina creeping back up the hallway past his door, towards the laundry hamper. She quietly and gently reached into the hamper, and lifted out his pyjama pants and underwear. She held them in the air out in front of her, and grinned.

Huge cum stains soaked the front of his pyjamas and underwear. Carolina held them close to her face, and buried her nose into them. She sniffed deeply, and sighed, before dropping them back into the hamper.

Carolina crept back down the hallway to the top of the stairs, still smiling.

"Aaron! Aaron!" she called to him sweetly.

"Yes?" he replied, a bit startled.

"I am going to make some lunch, and sit in the garden with my book for a little while," she cooed. "It is such a beautiful day; please come and join me when you are feeling up to it."

"Yeah... thank you! Will do!" he called back, relaxing more. She wouldn't be being so nice to him if she had caught him perving on her... surely...

Aaron put his music back on, but as he lay there, he felt that he could not enjoy it. He closed his eyes, and all he could think about was the sight of Carolina's beautiful, messy soles as they squelched and splished and sploshed the cake and fruit and...

Aaron felt his cock stirring again. He tried to calm himself, but no matter what he tried, all he could think about was Carolina. He heard the back door closing, and Carolina's angelic voice singing in Portuguese. He took off his headphones, and found that now even the sound of her voice excited him.

Aaron tried to distract himself with a book. and with his phone, but it was no use. He felt a fire building in him, and despite himself, he found himself sitting up in his bed, and then lowering himself to the floor. He crawled along his carpet towards the window, feeling completely ridiculous, and uncontrollably horny. He just wanted to peek down, to see if she was there... just a peek...

Aaron leaned against his wall, and raised himself until his eye just peaked over his window-ledge. He groaned at what he saw, and his cock stiffened.

Carolina sat at the garden table, relaxing back on her chair with a book. On the table lay a bottle of water, some bread and ham, and her two heavenly feet crossed at the ankles. Aaron stared in awe at her big, wrinkly soles which were faced directly towards his window, and he grunted when he saw the black film of dirt that covered them.

Oh, Jesus.

Aaron grew fully erect within seconds at the sight, and he knew that he needed to stop this. He was acting like a pervert, a fucking loser! He was gawking at a woman from his window, fully erect, like some peeping-Tom... He needed to get a grip.

But he could not tear his gaze away from her wide, meaty, dirty soles, and he wished more than anything that he could be down there, on his knees before her, with his nose between her tanned toes, and his tongue running along each dirty wrinkle...

For the love of God, Aaron, fucking get it together man!

Aaron finally looked away, and crawled back to his bed. He climbed back onto it, and breathed deeply to try and calm his erection. He would not let himself jerk off to her again... He needed to calm himself.

But as Aaron lay there, the sound of Carolina's beautiful singing slipped through his window, and she stayed in his thoughts.

Fuck it. Can't just sit in my room all Summer, hiding from the maid!

Aaron stood from his bed, and when he was content that he had softened again, he left his room and headed downstairs. He went into his kitchen, and went to go to the fridge. Carolina's sweet voice came from outside, and Aaron turned to look out the kitchen window to the back garden. There she was, sitting serenely and reading her book.

He couldn't avoid her forever... He needed to be able to be around her, and her bare feet, without losing his mind... And besides, she had invited him to join her, and she had food out there...

Carolina greeted Aaron with her beautiful, warm smile as he stepped into the garden. He smiled back at her, and pulled out a chair from the table to join her. He had chosen to sit directly across from her, directly facing her soles, which she had kept on the table.

"How are you feeling, meu amor? Are you better?" she asked sweetly, wiggling her toes. Aaron's eyes flickered briefly to her dirty soles, and his dick twitched.

"Oh, yes, I'm alright!" he said, smiling. "I didn't want sleep again... trying to fix the sleeping pattern, you know?"

Carolina smiled kindly, and pointed to the bread and ham on the plate just beside her two glorious feet.

"I understand! Well, I am glad you joined me. Please, help yourself to some food; you must eat!"

Aaron looked towards the plate, but his gaze soon fixed on her thick, wrinkly, meaty soles, and he felt stiffness return to his penis.

"Th-... thank you," he rasped. He did not notice Carolina's sly grin.

Aaron leaned forward and reached across the table to the plate of bread and ham, never taking his eyes from Carolina's dirty feet. So close, he could see every exquisite wrinkle on her black soles, and he felt himself salivate. He looked quickly back to her face, and thanked God that she was beautiful looking down at her novel, and not at him.

He sat back and picked at the bread and ham, but he had no appetite; his heart was racing again, as Carolina gently wriggled her dusty toes, and he felt his hard-on slowly tent in his gym shorts.

"So, Aaron," she said, and he snapped his eyes away from her feet and up to her face. "Tell me about your travels! Did you enjoy Europe? Where did you visit?"

She looked up from her book to Aaron and smiled. Aaron looked into her beautiful, brown eyes, but in his peripheral vision he saw her uncross her ankles, and then gently rub her soles together. Aaron's breath caught in his chest; he could hear her dry, dirty skin rubbing together, and he had to battle not to stare at her feet.

"I, eh... I loved Europe!" he said dopily, before clearing his throat. "I travelled around Italy and France... they were beautiful, really beautiful."

Carolina closed her eyes and sighed.

"Ahhh, how wonderful! Oh, I used to love to go to Bologna, and Bordeaux, and all around the countryside..." she said serenely.

Aaron took advantage of Carolina's closed eyes, and stared at her soles as they gently rubbed together. His erection flickered in his shorts, and his breathing grew heavier. He wished so badly to bring his head closer to them, to sniff them, to kiss and lick them...

"I have not been back in Europe for... Oh wow, a few years now!" she continued, still closing her eyes, and still stroking one foot against the other. "I like America, don't get me wrong, but it is very different to home."

Aaron checked to make sure she still had her eyes closed, and then stared back at her feet. She now separated her feet, and spread her dirty toes apart, then scrunched them. She slowly alternated between spreading and scrunching her toes, and with each scrunch, each beautiful wrinkle on her sole became more pronounced...

Aaron's cock felt harder than it ever had before. He had been with a few women in his life, and had slept with a couple of them while travelling in Europe... but Aaron had never felt as turned on as he did now. His mind was on fire, and his lust for Carolina was overwhelming.

Carolina yawned, and stretched her arms above her head. Aaron looked up, and saw her dreamily open her eyes.

"Oh, wow, I had no idea how tired I am! I may go for a quick nap," she said, laughing. Her laugh was infectious.

Carolina looked around the ground next to her chair, and sighed.

"Ahhh, my slippers! I must have left them upstairs in the bathroom... I am so forgetful sometimes!" Carolina giggled. She brought her foot closer to her to look at, and let out a gasp. "Oh dear! No wonder my feet are so dirty!"

Carolina extended her legs and held her dirty soles out towards Aaron. He almost let out a whimper as she waved and wafted her heavenly feet in the air, before bringing them to the ground and standing from her chair.

"See you in a bit, Aaron!" she said cheerily, and turned and stepped across the grass down to the pool house. Aaron watched her tanned, toned legs, glorious round bottom, and mouth-watering soles as she walked away, and when she was out of sight he almost fell out of his chair.

His erection throbbed, and no matter how long he waited, it would not calm. Aaron's family would be home in a while, and he needed to take care of this. He checked again to see that Carolina was gone, then stood and walked quickly into the house.

He bounded up the stairs, and was about to enter his bedroom when a thought entered his horny mind, and Carolina's voice rang in his ears.

"Ahhh, my slippers! I must have left them upstairs in the bathroom..."

He groaned, and before he could stop himself, Aaron turned and walked towards the bathroom door. He entered, and saw Carolina's two slippers laying on the floor, in plain view beside the bath. He reached behind him and locked the bathroom door.

Aaron stepped towards them, and looked down at the two well-worn slippers. He saw two big, dark sole-prints, and absentmindedly reached for his crotch. Aaron grasped his bulge and slowly started to stroke himself.

Aaron let out a grunt as his arousal took control, and he dropped to his knees before the old slippers. He bent down and brought his face down to the dark sole-prints, and inhaled deeply though his nose.

Oh, Jesus...

His nose filled with a beautiful tangy aroma, and he let out a long groan. Aaron lifted one Carolina's slippers to his face, and buried his nose into the spot where her toes would be. He sniffed hard, and his eyes watered. Aaron felt in a daze, and he slumped to the floor, sniffing the slipper and rubbing his cock through his shorts.

Aaron hooked his thumb into his waistband, and pulled his shorts down under his balls. He reached over and picked up Carolina's other slipper, and brought it down to his hard cock.

Aaron pressed his erection into her slipper, and grunted as he rubbed it up and down against his shaft. He pictured Carolina's curvy, meaty soles, and her toes scrunching and spreading, and he opened his mouth and traced his tongue against the black sole-print.

Aaron's mouth filled with the salty, tangy taste of the beautiful maid's foot sweat. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he pictured Carolina smiling warmly at him while she waved her dirty, wrinkly soles in his face, and his cum poured from his cock onto her slipper.

Aaron shuddered and panted and grunted, and took another long, deep breath from her slipper as he came. He ran his tongue all across it, and groaned, and when his muscles relaxed and his orgasm finally subsided, he lay in a daze on the bathroom floor, panting.

Aaron lay there for a long while, his cock still in Carolina's slipper. He slowly looked down, and winced.

Fuck.

He pulled the slipper away from his softening dick, and a thick trail of his cum dribbled down from it. Aaron looked at the huge splatter of cum he had left on her slipper, and scrambled to his feet to find a cloth. He grabbed a facecloth, and scrubbed at the splatter, and cursed himself in his post-nut clarity.

When he had done all that he could, he placed the two slippers back exactly where he had found them, and scurried to his bedroom. There was still a dark mark where his cum had been, but surely they would dry soon. And besides, they were so well-worn, she wouldn't notice...

Aaron slumped on to his bed, and immediately slipped into a deep, restful sleep. He truly had been exhausted and jet-lagged, and he drifted off and dreamt of Carolina.

Carolina had long-since crept back into the house from the garden, and was patiently waiting downstairs. She heard Aaron scamper to his bedroom, and then shortly after heard his loud snoring. She smiled, and quietly stepped up the stairs, and entered the bathroom. She tip-toed over to her slippers, and smiled at the new dark marks Aaron had just left on them.

Carolina lifted her slippers to her nose and sniffed deeply, and sighed with delight at the brackish smell of Aaron's cum. She then took a clear, plastic zip-lock bag from her pocket, and placed both slippers into it, before sealing it tightly.