The French Maid Outfit
The night was hot and sultry, a perfect night for a bedroom adventure. I had been dreaming of a French maid outfit for weeks, ever since I had seen one in a lingerie store window. Its sleek black and white fabric and provocative cut had promised something special, and I was determined to try it on.
When I arrived home, I quickly changed into the outfit, admiring myself in the mirror. The corset hugged my curves tightly, emphasizing the swell of my breasts, while the short skirt accented my hips. I felt sexy and daring, and I couldn’t wait to show it off.
My partner had already been waiting in bed, and as I entered the room he let out a gasp of admiration. His eyes were practically devouring me, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. He reached up and started to unfasten the corset, his fingers teasing and exploring my body as they moved.
As the garment fell to the floor, he pulled me close and kissed me passionately, his tongue exploring and caressing me. I could feel his desire and passion growing, and I responded in kind, pushing my body closer to his.
His hands moved from my body to the straps of my skirt, and he began to pull them down. As he explored my body inch by inch, I could feel his breath on my skin, sending shivers of pleasure all through me. His hands moved to my thighs and he started to caress them, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin that sent sparks of arousal through my body.
By the time he reached my panties, I was trembling with anticipation. He pulled them down slowly, exposing me to his gaze. His eyes roved my body hungrily, and I felt my desire rising in response.
He pushed me onto the bed and moved up to join me, his hands still exploring my body. His fingers slid inside me and I gasped, pleasure unfurling in my body. He moved faster and faster, and I began to writhe beneath him, my body shaking with pleasure.
Suddenly, he shifted his position. He moved his body so that he was behind me, and I felt his hands move to cup my ass, his fingers exploring gently. I gasped in surprise as he moved lower, and then felt his tongue slide against my wetness. The sensations were almost too much to bear, and I moaned in pleasure.
His tongue moved faster and faster, and I could feel my orgasm building. I cried out as I came, pleasure rippling through my body. He continued to move inside me, and I gasped as he pushed on my sensitive spot. I felt my pleasure rising again, and with one final thrust I felt my body shudder with pleasure.
My orgasm had barely subsided before he moved so that he was on top of me. He pushed inside me, and I cried out in delight as I felt him fill me completely. His thrusts grew more and more urgent, and I felt my pleasure build and build until I was coming again.
He moved faster and faster, and I clung to him as I felt my body shatter with pleasure. He followed soon after, his body shaking with his own orgasm. He stayed inside me for a few moments, and then rolled off and pulled me into his arms.
We lay there for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence. Eventually, we got up, and he helped me to dress again. As I put my French maid outfit back on, I felt a thrill of excitement. I had found something special in that outfit, something special in our bedroom adventure.
