Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2021 08:20:19 +0000 From: Tramhamba Subject: THE MAID - PART ONE THE MAID -- PART ONE The following chapters contain scenes with adult sex, lesbianism, pre-teen sex and nudism. If any of these ingredients are upsetting, please select another story. If not, I hope you enjoy and look forward to your comments -- and I promise to respond to all. Stay safe. Tram Tramhamba@proton.mail.com AND PLEASE DONATE TO NIFTY!! My wife was abroad visiting family. I'm in my early sixties and live in a house in an exclusive, secure estate. Large homes, swimming pools, high walls, gardens and privacy. My nearest neighbour is Anne. In her forties, I think. Blonde, a little heavy, but a friendly smile. I don't know her very well. Casual gossip mainly. Though her house is right next to mine, there's only one, shuttered window overlooking my pool area which is a good thing as I enjoy swimming in the nude. Always have. Anyway, the weather boys have predicted a heatwave and it is happening. It's a scorcher already and its only nine in the morning and I'm down to shorts and a T-shirt. Beers in the fridge and towels at the pool. Mercy, our maid, arrives bang on time as always. She works once a week for us. She's from Malawi, in her mid-twenties, I think. Tall, wide hips, an oval face with a huge smile. Mercy always wears loose dresses and blouses so I can't tell you about her body. Yet. She's shy, attractive and very work conscious. I made Mercy a cup of tea as she collected all the cleaning materials that she needed. "It's going to be very, very hot today," I told her. "Yes, Mr. Tram. I heard it on the radio. Very hot." I gave Mercy her tea. "Well, if you want to have a swim, Mercy, help yourself. Anytime." Her eyes widened. "In the pool?" I smiled. "Yes, in the pool Mercy. It's nice and cool. I'm going to swim soon." "Phew! Thank you...but I have no costume," she told me, eyes downcast. "Don't worry about that, Mercy. I swim naked here all the time. Nobody can see you." "Naked!?" "Huh huh," I replied casually and headed off to my office. I'm not sure what compelled me to tell her that, to be honest. Now that I had, I'd better do it! My cock stirred a little at the thought. I did some work for an hour, but it was stifling in my office as air-con isn't used much here in the Southern Hemisphere. I headed for a swim and a cold beer. What the Hell! If she didn't like me being nude, she could look away. Mercy was in the lounge fluffing out cushions or something. She could see me through the large, open French doors that looked out onto the pool area. I smiled and then tried to ignore her. I opened a beer, could feel her eyes on me. I went to the edge of the pool, put down the can of beer, and took of my T-shirt and dropped my shorts. I was naked now. I went down the few steps and into the water, not looking back. I swam casually to the deep end and turned back toward the shallow end -- Mercy had gone. I could hear her in the kitchen. I hoped I had not upset or embarrassed her. Bugger it -- it was my house anyway. I stayed in the pool for a few minutes, finished my beer, got out, wrapped a towel around me and with fresh beer in hand headed back into the heat of my office. Bloody emails to be answered. Twenty minutes later, Mercy stood in the doorway. "Mr. Tram?" "Yes, Mercy..." I said. I could see she was nervous and perspiring with the heat. "Are...are you going to swim again?" "Yes...soon...but if you want to swim alone, Mercy, please go ahead. I'm sorry that I embarrassed you. Just that I always swim naked...so, please, go ahead. Cool off. It's too hot!" "No...no, Mr. Tram...I don't want to swim alone. I like to swim, but the water sometimes scares me if it is too deep..." I smiled, relaxed. "No problem, Mercy. Let me get some shorts on and I'll join you in the pool. I was thinking you could use my wife's costumes, but I don't think they will fit, do you?" Mercy lowered her head. "I have never swum naked before. I am shy." I felt a tingle in my gut. "Well, swimming naked is the best, Mercy. The way we were born. Get undressed in the bathroom or the bedroom. There are towels there. I'll meet you at the pool." Mercy smiled, sort of and headed away. "Mercy?" "Yes, Mr. Tram?" "Would you like a nice cold beer? A glass of wine?" She hesitated. "But I must clean the floors after the swim!" "Wine or beer?" I asked with a smile. "You can clean later." "Phew! Wine. Please." I grabbed a cold bottle of wine, glass, some beers and headed to the pool. I deposited the booze on the edge of the shallow end, dropped my towel and went into the water. I submerged myself then went to open a beer as Mercy stepped out. I was waist deep in the water, my cock clearly visible. Thankfully, it was behaving itself -- getting an erection too soon would probably scare her away forever! She had wrapped a towel around herself and was clinging onto it. She was a bundle of nerves, her eyes immediately going to my submerged cock. "Come sit on the edge near the steps. Put your feet in. The water is perfect," I told her and poured a glass of wine. She did so, submerging her feet and ankles on the first step. "Phew! It is nice and cool," she said with a smile. She took the glass and sipped it. "Thank you." "So where do you swim?" I asked her, sipping my beer, keeping it casual. "At the sea. But only up to my knees!" "Well, have some wine and when you are ready, I'll help you into the water." Mercy took a big sip of wine. "Mr. Tram, are you sure nobody can see us?" "I'm sure. See? Just the one window and it is always got a shutter over it. Usually, I go naked all day." "In the house!?" she asked, taking another gulp. I nodded. "Yes. I like it. Makes me feel free..." "Phew," she said with a smile. "That must be nice. My house is too full of people." Mm, I thought. Interesting. Maybe an idea to follow up with. "You ready to swim, Mercy?" She finished her wine. "Phew! Yes. Okay, Mr. Tram." "Okay. I'll take you by the hands and lead you into the shallow water, okay?" She nodded. "Must I take off the towel now?" I smiled. "Huh huh. Just drop it there." Still seated she unhooked the towel from under her armpit. It fell away. Immediately her hands went to cover her breasts -- small but full, a nice, natural sag to them, nipples like stubs of coal. So black, almost purple. I smiled. "Come on. Don't be shy, now. You'll feel much cooler, I promise." She gave me her hands and stood up on the first step. A thick, thick bush of curly hair between her thighs. Very thick, unshaved. Wild almost. My cock stirred at the sight. I averted my look as quick as possible. "Ready?" Mercy nodded and I slowly guided her down the steps until she was waist deep in the water. I kept hold of her hands. "Feel good?" I asked. She grinned. "Phew! It is so cool on my skin. Phew!" I guide her to the middle of the shallow end, still holding her hands. Nice view of her breasts now -- I like the sag. A mother's tits. "You have a nice body, Mercy," I tell her. "You shouldn't be shy of your body." She smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Tram. I...I like your body, too." We both chuckled. "Let's go deeper," I told her and slowly walked her until the water was above her tits. Her bush was dark under the water. A forest. My cock stirred and went to half-mast. "There. You feel safe?" "Yes. I like it very much. I like being naked like this, Mr. Tram." And to support that, I saw that her coal black nipples had extended. My God, she was getting turned on. The plot, as they say, was thickening, and I was starting to enjoy it. "Well, Mercy, I like you being naked like this. Let me go and get us something to drink." "Mr. Tram! I will get drunk and I must still clean so much!" "Relax, Mercy. It's hot. Keep cool, as they say." I waded to the edge of the pool and poured another glass of wine. I saw that Mercy was comfortable now in the water, moving her arms about. I had a good view, finally, of her buttocks -- perfect bubble-butt. Heavy cheeks, drooping a little, but round and full. I gave Mercy her glass of wine and sipped my beer, my cock semi-flaccid. Mercy took a gulp of her wine with a smile. "I like this wine, Mr. Tram," she said with a smile. "I have plenty," I told her with a smile. "So, you like being naked like this, Mercy?" "Yes. Yes, a lot. At home I cannot be alone. I cannot be private. Sometimes I want to be, but always too many people. I read about people who like to be nude and today when I saw you in the pool, well I wanted to try it." "Nudists. I'm called a nudist." "Yes. I read that there are beaches...?" "Yes. I go to them. Well, only one." Mercy glugged her wine. "Phew! I hear there are children there, too..." "You mean naked children? Yes. Why?" My cock was rising. The wine was opening Mercy's inhibitions. I wasn't quite sure where this was heading. I think Mercy is a closet nudist and I had just opened the door. "Let's go to the edge of the pool," I told her. "You can put your glass there and I can get a beer." Mercy waded toward the edge, and I watched her bum under the water -- nice, full cheeks, a hint of stretch marks. Mmm... Mercy and I stand side-by-side at the edge of the pool, her tits openly displayed. I top up her wine, crack open a beer. She's getting tipsy. "Would you like to go to a nudist beach?" I ask her, my one hand drifting down to my balls casually. "Phew! And be naked with lots of people!? Maybe...phew!" I now notice that her one hand is softly stroking her lower stomach, around her belly button. "Maybe..." "The beach I go to is very special. Maybe only four or five families," I tell her, my hand clasping and gently massaging my balls. She glances into the water, sees what I am doing, averts her look, but her hand stays just above her the hairs of her vagina. "And they are all naked?" "Yes. All naked. On the beach, in the water..." "Even the children?" "Oh yes. Sometimes the children come and sit with you..." Mercy shifts on her legs, opening them, her hand dropping lower. She gulps her wine. "Phew! They are naked?" "Oh yes. Very, very naked, Mercy." "What about their parents?" "Oh, they, umm, are also sitting with children. Other peoples' children," I tell her, my cock now erect, her hand moving between her legs as she looks at me. We are both starting to masturbate gently, relaxed, casually. "Boys and girls?" "Yes. Boys and girls. Usually, they are eight or nine years old, sometimes younger." Mercy sips her wine, nipples like pencil stubs. "Do they sit with you?" she asks, hand working away. I glimpse a finger going deeper into her thick, wiry bush. "Oh, yes. All the time." "And Ms. Shy? Your wife?" "Of course. She likes it very much when they sit with her." "Will they come and sit with me, Mr. Tram? If I go to this beach with you?" I stroke my shaft slowly. "I'm very, very sure they will come and sit with you, Mercy. I think they will like you a lot." Mercy stares off into space, her hand working a little harder now. "Will they be boys or girls?" she asks, a little breathless. "Both Mercy. I'm sure they will be both." "Phew!" she whispered and managed to sip her wine, her focus elsewhere. "Mercy, would you like to go to this beach with me? I can arrange it for us?" "Yes, yes Mr. Tram. I would like it very much." I slowed down my strokes on my cock. "I'll tell you what, Mercy -- come and work here for the next three, four days. I'll pay you, of course. I need a day or two to make a booking at the special beach, but come and work here ..." "Really? That would be good, Mr. Tram. I need the money to fix my roof...Phew!" "I'm sure I can help you with that, Mercy -- but when you come to work you must work naked. Would you like that?" Now we are both into masturbating...slowly. "I must be naked when I am cleaning?" "Yes. All day." Mercy bites her lower lip. "Even when I use the vacuum?" "Yes. I would like to watch you when you do that...to see your breasts moving..." "...and when I am ironing...will you watch?' "...yes...I will come behind you to watch your backside..." Suddenly Mercy crouched down onto her hand and her body trembled. She orgasmed, her limbs and muscles shaking. I jerked my cock two or three times and ejaculated into the water as she trembled more and more. Her eyes closed. I embraced her, let her body trembled against me. "Phew! Phew! I...I'm so sorry Mr. Tram...Phew!" "Why you sorry, Mercy? It was wonderful to watch you orgasm. Wonderful!" She calmed, my cock semi-flaccid, sperm in the water which she saw. She smiled, embarrassed. "Phew," she whispered. "Do you like to masturbate?" I asked her, my hands on her backside. Just holding. "Yes. Very much. But at home I cannot...there is no space..." "Well, in this house from now on, you can masturbate anytime, anywhere...and so will I, okay?' "Anywhere?" "Yes. No come, let's make some lunch...naked. And don't worry about the cleaning today. You can do that tomorrow." It was fun, erotic being in the kitchen with a naked Mercy. As I got some cold meats together and she organised the plates, I began to really like her body -- it was natural, plain, her tits sagging forward when she bent over.... nice. "Mr. Tram -- are you sure Ms. Shy is not going to be angry if she finds out about us...you know, naked in the house...?" "Mercy, she will be very, very happy and excited that you like being naked in the house. I tell her everything, you see." "You will tell her that I am naked!?" I smiled, plating up the cold meats. "Of course. You see, right now my wife is probably naked with her sister and in bed...she is a very open-minded woman and so am I." "With her sister!?" "Yes. They have been lovers for a long time. Sometimes my wife sleeps with her mother too, even though she is now eighty. And I have also slept with my wife's mother...you must think we are crazy, sick people, huh?" "Phew...no, Mr. Tram. I, I think you are lucky!" I chuckle. "Come, let's eat on the porch." Mercy and I settle at the table. She has some wine, her nipples thick. We eat. "Don't you want to be naked with Shy in the house, Mercy?' "Yes. Yes, I think I would like that a lot. She is very pretty..." "Would you like to see her naked? I have a film, or two?" Mercy's eyes open wide. "A film!?" "Huh huh. I'll show it to you after lunch. But first I must make a telephone call to make a booking at the special beach for us, okay?' Mercy smiles. "I am very, very happy about today, Mr. Tram. Thank you." I telephone The Beach. I've been a member for a few years and usually get priority. I should, considering the annual membership fee! I book my usual spot for the day after tomorrow and head back into the kitchen, a little, expectant tingle in my groin about taking Mercy to the beach and showing her the film that I have. Mercy is cleaning the lunch dishes and I like seeing how the fat on her bum cheeks moves as she dries the plates. "We can go to the special beach the day after tomorrow, Mercy. It is a long drive so we must leave early. Maybe it is better you sleep her tomorrow night? Can you?" "Sleep in this house!?" I smile. "Yes, Mercy -- we can sleep together or there are the spare rooms. Otherwise, you are going to have to get a taxi very, very early...?" "Phew! Okay. I will ask a friend to cook for my family because my mother is working night shift. Okay," she says with a smile. "I...I will like that." "Now, Mercy -- you must make me a promise. You cannot, must not tell anyone, and I mean anyone, about the special beach. We can get into big, big trouble. You understand?" "Yes, Mr. Tram. Because the children are naked. I understand." I smile. "Good. Now bring your wine and let's watch a film." Mercy is on the sofa, a glass of wine in hand and naked, of course. She's adapted to her being nude quickly. I'm sitting nearby as I hit play on the remote, gently stroking my cock which she is aware of I notice. Her one hand is gently twisting the curls of her pubic hair. The first shot is of Shy's plump, 60-year-old, naked buttocks. She's lying on her stomach on a beach. You can see her hairy crack, the hair thickening toward the area of her vagina. The camera starts to zoom back. "Phew! That's Ms. Shy??" "Uh uh," I tell Mercy with a smile. Now we see that Shy is lying fully naked on a beach. Beside her, also on her stomach, is a young girl. She's eight years old, her skin darker than Shy's. Both her and Shy are relaxed, lying almost nose to nose. Tanning. Calm. "Oh My God!" Mercy whispers and glugs her wine. "Mr. Tram...Ms. Shy is with a young girl!?" I chuckle. "Yes, Mercy. Her name is Tam." "Phew! They are so beautiful." I glance at Mercy. Her eyes are riveted on the screen, her hand clenching the stem of her glass furiously. I see that her black, coal nipples have bounced to an erection. Nice. The camera lingers. An older woman and a young girl in the sun. Just absorbing the rays. Beach sand on their skin. "Mr. Tram? Is this film on the special beach?" "No. Thailand, Mercy. The girl's name is Tam. She spent the weekend with us," I tell her, not mentioning the cost! "Phew! So beautiful." Now Shy turns over and props herself up on her elbows, showing her full but sagging tits, her large nipples, the hair under armpits and the very, very thick bush that grows around her vagina and thighs. And it is thick, layered. A forest. Dark in the sun. Shy says something and Tam rolls over onto her back, also propping herself up on her elbows. "Oh my God," I hear Mercy whisper. Tam -- long dark hair, oval face, a slant to her eyes and flat chested. Her small, bald vagina tucked between her narrow thighs. She smiles. "So beautiful," Mercy whispers, her free hand slipping between her bushy lips as she sips her wine with the other. "Mr. Tram, I must masturbate," she says quietly, focused on the screen. "Of course," I reply, slowly stroking my cock as: Shy and Tam, hand in hand, walk toward the emerald, calm water. Shy's arse huge in comparison to the young girl's, tight, pert buttocks. They wade into the water. "Mr. Tram -- can I do this on the special beach?" "With a girl?" I ask. "Yes. I have never been with a woman...a girl...phew!" "Of course," I tell her as: Shy and Tam are in the water, in the shallow and both on their knees. Shy's tits up against the little girl's chest. They laugh together about something. "They are in love," Mercy whispers, as if I am not in the room, her fingers now deep in her bush, in her black, blue lips, wine glass in her free hand. "Yes. Yes, they are," I add, my cock stiff as: Shy lifts Tam up under her armpits so the girl wraps her legs around her waist, and they kiss, Shy's hands cupping Tam's little bum. The camera zooms in and Shy's bigger mouth is glued to the girl's smaller lips. Shy uses her tongue and Tam responds. The kiss becomes deep. "Oh, oh, so good, Mr. Tram!" "Masturbate slowly, Mercy. There's more film...' "Okay...I will try..." Now: Shy is back on the beach, on her stomach, her hands behind her. The camera pans down her spine and finds that her hands have opened her bum cheeks, revealing her hairy arse crack, her anus visible. Tam's small head appears in the shot and the girl buries her face in Shy's crack, her small tongue beginning to lick. "Oh, oh, Mr. Tram..." "Slowly, Mercy. Slowly." The shot widens showing young Tam on her knees behind Shy, her face buried in the older woman's arse, her own bum in the air -- she shot holds as Tam licks. "Oh, oh..." I'm holding back as well and can see that Mercy is now sitting forward on her hand, her wine spilling, eyes locked on the screen and her nipples ready to burst as: Now it is Shy with her face buried in the young girl's crack, her tongue licking sensuously, slowly... "Oh, I can't anymore Mr. Tram..." Mercy's orgasm is brutal. Her entire body shivers and trembles. Wine goes flying. I quickly follow, ejaculating onto the carpet as Mercy succumbs to her orgasm...I manage to freeze the film...my breath rapid. After a few minutes, we calm. "Phew! So beautiful," she whispers, sitting back on the sofa. "There's a little more. We can watch tomorrow." Mercy nods, weak at the knees. We are both exhausted, sex-ed out. We decide that she should go home early to sort out her family. She asks if she can take a shower and I say of course. I go to the wall safe and take out a bundle of cash and stick it in an envelope and I call a taxi for her. I put the cash in her handbag that she's left in the kitchen. We hug when the taxi arrives. "See you tomorrow, Mercy," I say with a smile, cock flaccid. "Yes...yes. I am excited." "Me, too," I reply, and I was. TO BE CONTINUED: tramhamba@protonmail.com Please give generously to NIFTY!! Look forward to your comments.