The rest of the week was quiet but never uneventful with Cynthia. I remembered to call at lunch, once in a while she would ask me to stop at the store, not often. I did get a memo from Mrs. Timbrook. It stated Alfred was doing good in his new position. That made me happy. No mention of my raise, though. Nuts.
When I walked in the door, I thought Cynthia had lost it. She approached me, bent her legs to kiss my cheek, and handed me a beer. All the while, looking at the ceiling. She had something up her sleeve but Lord only knows what.
“Hi Honey, how was your day?” She was standing in front of me looking at the ceiling.
“Baby, what the hell are you doing?” I was perplexed.
“I’m training to be a rich bitch, so I know how to act Saturday.” She calmly walked to the kitchen, looking at the ceiling.
I lost it. I just dropped my briefcase and used the wall to support me. My sides were beginning to hurt from laughing. Cynthia came out of the kitchen still looking at the ceiling.
“What’s so funny?” Finally, she couldn’t keep up the charade. We were both in tears from laughing.
I got to the point where I could catch my breath. I grabbed Cynthia and hugged her.
“Only you could come up with something so crazy. No wonder I love you so much.” I told her.
“Jack, I have a confession to make. I haven’t decided if I am going to wear panties, a G-string, a thong, or anything on Saturday. I didn’t realize being the lady of a wonderful guy would have so many decisions.” She gave me a coy smile.
“Cynthia Evers, one of these days, I’ll be the only guy in a grave with an erection.”
“My master will not be in a grave for a long time, and he sure as hell will not have an erection if I am still breathing.” Cynthia hugged my cock.
“Let me get your beer, and you can shower and shave. I have baked crispy chicken for dinner, mashed potatoes, and enough gravy to float a canoe. You drained the gravy lake pretty well last night. That made me feel so good.” Cynthia said with pride.
I love my showers and a hot shave. Cynthia always has everything ready for me. I love our time after dinner. We can sit and talk, she has a very broad range of interests. Some she has to explain to me. She wants to start a blog. She’s not sure of the topic, but I know it will have well-researched information.
I was still towel-drying my hair when I walked into the bedroom. Tonight’s attire will be black boxers and a tie. A tie? No telling what Cynthia had up her sleeve. Boxers and a tie. Well, okay.
I walked into the kitchen feeling a little foolish until I saw Cynthia. She was wearing a black half-cup bra, a black waist-high thong, and black heels. The table had a cloth covering, real plates and flatware, linen napkins, and two white tapered candles. I have no idea where these things came from.
Cynthia put the dinner on the table. Her chicken dinner was two Cornish hens, golden brown, steaming mashed potatoes and buttered carrots. And, of course, gravy.
“Good Lord, Cynthia. Where did all of this come from? The table is beautiful, the food looks delicious, and you look gorgeous. This had to have taken you all day. Thank you so much, this is dinner fit for a king.”
“My king, my Master. You have had such a difficult week. I got this idea before I knew about your raise. So, that dinner is still in the planning stages. Jack, I love doing things for you. You’re so appreciative.
But I think I’m in a little trouble.” Cynthia put her hands to her face and peeked at me through her fingers.
“What kind of trouble, Baby?” I had no idea what she was talking about.
“I think I overstretched my allowance. I’m sorry.” She whispered.
“Honey, what allowance? You have never had an allowance.” I was surprised.
“Good, now I can make an extra fancy meal to congratulate you for your raise,” Cynthia giggled.
The girl got me good.
Her Cornish hen was fabulous, and the potatoes were so fluffy and buttery. I ate until I couldn’t move. I sat up in the chair and Cyntia gave me a look. I put my hands in my lap and let her clear the table.
That done, she brought the candles into the living room and put them on the cocktail table. She went back to the kitchen and brought a bottle of champagne and our glasses. She gave me the bottle to open. The cork popped, and I just let it land anywhere.
She took the bottle and filled our glasses. She handed me my glass, making sure her tit was within sucking distance. She sat next to me, and we entwined our arms for the first sip. Cynthia bought an excellent bottle of champagne.
“Jack, why did you hire me as your maid? I’m sure you have interviewed other girls for the job. Why me?” Cynthia’s voice was soft and nostalgic.
“Well, Honey, there were several reasons. The one that stuck out most was your eyes.” I smiled at her.
“My eyes. You hired me for my eyes?”
“That was the first thing. Cynthia, I don’t know, but there was something about you. You were different in many ways. To tell you the truth, I think when I first met you, something inside of my heart fell in love with you. Now, I fall in love with more every day.”
Cynthia laid back on the couch as though she were Cleopatra resting on a fainting couch made of gold. In her hand, she held the champagne glass with only a few drops left at the bottom. Her flowing hair and glistening eyes taunted me. Her soft red lips lured me into her cell of sensuality. My mind entered the cell, and Cynthia closed the door behind me.
Her breasts were overflowing the half-cup bra. Her eyes followed mine as they devoured the vision. Cynthia lifted just enough for me to unhook the one clasp that held her breasts at bay. Once unhooked, Cynthia dropped her arm, and the bra fell from one side, exposing both of her full breasts.
She tilted the glass of champagne, letting it empty drop by drop onto her sheer thong. The damp thong exposed her outer lips that guarded her innermost womanhood. She handed me the empty upside-down glass and let her arm drop to her side. Her bra slowly slid from her arm onto the floor.
I gently pulled her thong from her hips and down her legs. It was no longer keeping her sweet pussy lips safe. She slowly opened her legs, and I lowered my head so I could taste her body. Cynthia mewed as my tongue separated her outer lips, and my tongue advanced to her tender inner lips.
Cynthia inhaled sharply as my tongue explored her soft lips and touched her hard clit. I sucked her lips into my mouth and slid my tongue between them from top to bottom. Cynthia put her hands on my head to keep me captive. My tongue found its way into her warm wet pussy. I licked in and out of her most private part, and Cynthia moaned with desire.