Polish Maid

I was astonished. I had no idea how to react to my male cleaner turning up for duty dressed as a very sexy feminine maid.

'This is better, yes, Mr. Lucas?' he smiled, his lips painted in red lipstick made him look whorish even with this innocent question, 'Like this I will get the tips?'

'No, Marek, that was just a joke,' I try to explain, blushing as I can't take my eyes of those smooth stockinged legs, 'I didn't mean it.'

'No, I know this is what you will like the more,' he tried to argue in broken English.

I sighed, I supposed it was a waste of time sending him away to dress in more sensible clothes. It was probably easier just to let the misunderstanding pass and let him just do his job and be out of here.

I tried to focus on my work and just let Marek do his own work regardless of the fact that he was wearing a fetish fantasy fancy dress outfit. Regardless of the fact that he made a surprisingly convincing fantasy French maid.

I let my mind wander and was a little surprised to find myself looking at the seams along the back of Marek's stockings as he bent over to dust around the room. I was staring along where his skirt barely covered the lacy stocking tops and realised I was fascinated by what kind of panties my male cleaner might be wearing.

As he bent further down, I bent further too, craning my neck to look up his skirt, to look at another man's crotch. What was I thinking? I couldn't stop myself though, not as more and more it seemed like he wasn't wearing anything at all beneath that skirt. His stockings were held up by a garter belt, but I could see nothing between except the surprisingly smooth feminine curve of his butt cheeks.

'You like look up my skirt, Mr. Lucas?' he turned back looking coyly at me, 'Is much sexier look this way, yes?'

'No, no, just keep on with what you're doing,' I stammered.

'You try to see under the skirt, yes, Mr. Lucas?' he persisted.

I denied it, but he turned back around and started dusting even further down, bending from the waist. The way he did this, it was clear that he was now trying to give me a flash beneath his skirt. He bent and spread his legs a little and the tiny skirt of his fetish maid's outfit slowly slid up his thighs. I could now see the bare skin above his lace stocking tops.