Mike was already eighteen, but his parents didn’t trust him to spend the month they were away in the house on his own. Despite his pleas that he’d be perfectly capable of looking after himself, he was sent to stay with his aunt.

The boy arrived at his Aunt’s house in good spirits. He’d always got on well with her, and had had a secret crush on his twin cousins for some time. The girls were only a year older than him, and had been county gymnastics champions when they were a bit younger.

He caught a taxi from the train station to their house, and rang the doorbell of their imposing house. To his considerable surprise the door was answered by a maid. He had no idea his Aunt employed staff, especially staff so attractive.

The maid was tall, maybe six inches taller than he was. She had beautiful tanned skin, silky long dark hair and piercing green eyes. But what struck him most of all was her uniform. She was wearing a short black maid’s dress, with a little white frilly apron, black fishnet stockings and black patent leather high heels. Most teenage boys would have fantasised about a woman like that, and here was with a real one, right in front of him!

She took his suitcase and invited him in, giving him a coquettish smile as she did so.

His Aunt and cousins were waiting for him in the sitting room, and greeted him warmly. He looked at the girls, one in a summer dress and one in a short skirt and strappy top, and tried to keep a level head. They were even more gorgeous than he remembered. He was sure he was going to enjoy his stay.

“Jessica,” his Aunt said, “would you be so kind as to take Mikey’s suitcase upstairs, and then make us all a cup of tea?”

Bristling slightly at being called ‘Mikey’, the boy made himself comfortable and chatted away with his Aunt and cousins.

In a few minutes Jessica returned with tea for everyone. She then left to make supper.

Supper was delicious. Mike couldn’t help but watch Jessica intently as she served them. He’d heard of families having maids, but had never imagined one who looked quite like she did.

When they were done eating his Aunt said “Jessica – would you mind taking Mikey upstairs to get him ready for bed? Then he can come down and join us before we retire.”

Mike was taken aback by this. What did she mean – get him ready for bed? It was only eight o'clock. He was eighteen. He didn’t need to “get ready for bed”. He saw his cousins smiling at him as Jessica took him by the hand and gently, but forcibly, lead him away upstairs.

“Your Aunt thinks you’ve had a long day traveling,” she explained, “and thinks you should have a bath before bed. Sit here, and I’ll run it for you.”

She smiled at him before disappearing into the bathroom and starting to run his bath. He was so transfixed by her that he just awaited her return.

Before long she returned. “Right,” she said, “let’s get you out of these clothes you’ve been in all day and get you into your bath.”

Mike waited for her to leave, but instead she just stood there in front of him.

“Um,” he stammered, “I’m fine now, thank you. I can have my bath.”

Jessica smiled. “I’m here to help you,” she said. “Now let me help you get undressed.”

Mike gulped. In his dreams he might have imagined such a beautiful woman undressing him. But in the here and now he felt incredibly self-conscious.

Jessica stepped towards him and started to unbutton his shirt. He pushed her hands away, but she slapped his face, hard. Staring intently at him she said “I'm going to get you undressed, Mikey. Is that clear? We can do it the easy way or the difficult way. But whichever way you choose, I will be undressing you.”

Stunned by her sudden assertiveness he meekly sat back and allowed her to take off his shirt.

Next she stood him up and undid his belt. He couldn’t help but feel a stirring as she fiddled with his belt and then the button on the waistband of his trousers. She looked him straight in the eyes as she slid his zipper down. He was sure she brushed against his swelling manhood a little more firmly than was really necessary, but he couldn’t be sure. Either way, he was dreading what seemed like the inevitability of being naked in front of her and her seeing his erection.

With his trousers off she sat him back down and knelt down in front of him. He put his hands in front of his crotch in a desperate attempt to hide his excitement from her, especially as she was now on eye level with it, but she just laughed.

“Stand up!” she ordered once she’d taken his socks off, and he hurried to obey.

Jessica put her fingers into each side of the waistband of his boxer shorts and started to slide them down. Unfortunately he was now so aroused that she had to reach into the front of his boxers and manoeuvre the waistband over his very swollen member.

“I'm flattered!” she teased, which only made him even more embarrassed. “Now let’s get you into your bath.”

To his complete surprise she grabbed hold of his manhood and, gripping it tightly, lead him into the bathroom. “In you get,” she insisted. “I’ll be back in a second to wash you all over. And I do mean ALL over.”