Chapter 23: Più Maria

Maria and I had scheduled another cleaning session for 10 the next morning. Promptly at 10, miniature Maria knocked and called out “Captain! I’m here!” I was up, fed & ready for Maria. “Come aboard. Want some coffee?” “That would be nice” she replied, somewhat apprehensively. I got her a cup and we settled on the port side settee.

She was fidgeting and obviously nervous.

“Maria, you seem uncomfortable. Have I done something wrong?” “Oh, No, Captain. You’ve done nothing wrong. Just the opposite. What we’ve done the last couple of days, well, it had been such a long time, it woke me up, made things come alive. So much alive that I, uh, well … um … I’m so ashamed ….” “It’s OK, Maria. Don’t be ashamed. Just spit it out.” “Well, I, uh, I was wondering, umm, if it’s okay with you, uh, could we do some more?” With that she covered her face and bent over, sobbing and sniffling in her hands.

I started by having her stand up with her arms at her sides. I gave her a reassuring hug, then slowly began undressing her, first unbuttoning her top, running my hands over her tight compact torso. I stepped behind her and unleashed her A cups. I stroked her back, reached around and cupped her breasts as I gently kissed her neck.