I had no doubts that she was excited and what I told her was true; I was certain she was dripping wet with excitement. Taking off my light jacket and carefully hanging it on the back of the chair, I headed for the study; maybe the day was not completely lost yet. However, my own member throbbing inside my pants told me different. The day was not a complete waste by any means, but I doubted any serious work could be done. At least as far as the pile of papers on Johann’s desk awaiting my attention was concerned.

A few minutes later, as I was browsing through the accounts, Lottie entered the study, carrying a cup of steaming coffee in one hand and a small plate with sugar cookies in the other. Was she just being a good maid, or was this a bribe? A bribe for what I could not tell; maybe to leave her alone and not tell Johann of what had happened; maybe, however, it was a bribe to continue with my mischief, ignore her protests, ever so appropriate for a young girl in service.

“Ah, yes, thank you very much, Lottie,” I said smiling at her. I had to mentally restrain myself from openly staring at the smooth skin of her breasts, bulging out of the top of the constricting dress. Instead, I caught her blue eyes with a meaningful, deep glance, searching for some sort of sign of what I should and could do next. From the first moment her soft lips brushed up against mine I knew where this would lead. It was up to me to make it as enjoyable as possible – for us both.

A few steps before she reached the desk, Lottie paused uncertainly, her eyes nervously twitching between the cup in her hand and my face, her lower lip sucked between her front teeth. I watched her carefully, amused over her despair obvious.

I thought that this was as far as she would make herself approach me and in an attempt to help her I stood up, taking a step towards her just as her own feet moved and very awkwardly we bumped into each other; the cup overturning as she accidentally pushed the delicate china against my chest, spilling the hot, brown liquid on the front of my shirt.

We both jumped away like two startled cats, trying to escape a heavy blow. Before I could stop myself or even think properly, a curse escaped my lips and I looked at Lottie with astonishment. “Foolish girl!” I yelled and her eyes welled up with tears of terror, and she dropped the saucer and cup. They bounced on the heavy carpeting, the handle of the cup breaking off. The plate with cookies followed, spilling the moon-shaped snacks on top of the growing coffee stain.

Lottie’s hands flew to her face, covering her mouth, somewhat muffling her scream. “Oh, Herr Konrad, I’m so sorry!” she wailed. “I didn’t mean to do that, I didn’t know you’d stand up so quickly!”

I was always the one with a quick temper; luckily for the people on the receiving end, however, my spirits seemed to calm as soon as they overflowed into a fury. “No, no Lottie,” I tried to suppress my annoyance over her clumsiness. “I’m the one who is sorry, Lottie, it was my fault, really.” I said and stepped over the brown stain sprinkled with bits of crumbled cookies.

“Come,” I said and took her in my hands, hugging her like a little girl. She was much shorter than me, the top of her head barely reaching my chin. I pressed a kiss on her forehead while her body trembled in my embrace. “We’ll just find a clean shirt of Johann’s that I can borrow and it’ll all be fine,” I said reassuringly and she bobbed her head against my chest in consent.

“Come,” I said and grabbed her by the hand, pulling her towards the door gently. Cookies and coffee forgotten, she followed obediently, the sniffing making her very adorable.

I must confess I was astonished at how naïve she appeared to be. Walking hand in hand with me, climbing the stairs towards Johann’s bedroom as if I was her baby brother, who needed a simple change of clothes. She was seemingly completely unaware of the intentions her actions provoked in me.

As we entered the room, I noted the rich, wine colored velvet covering the huge bed, matching the seat cushions on the small ottoman by the wall and chairs that stood in front of the window, looking out into the garden sprawling at the back of the house. Lottie didn’t seem to be aware of my lustful glances racing between the bed and her huge bottom. She walked to the massive closet at the opposite wall from the ottoman and threw its doors open. I saw a neat row of impeccably white shirts, brushed black and gray jackets, numerous hats sitting on the shelf above and just as numerous pairs of shiny black shoes, appearing to toe an invisible line on the closet floor. Not one piece of clothing was out of place. That was Johann for you, all right!

While she carefully rummaged through the whiteness in the closet, I slowly unbuttoned my coffee-stained shirt, noticing the wet circle on my gray trousers. “Better choose a pair of pants, too,” I said and without turning she nodded, still busying herself with search for a shirt.

I let my pants slide down to my ankles. I plumped on the bed and pushed off my shoes one by one, kicking off the pants as well. I noticed a small red burn on the front of my thigh, which had caused me no pain, however. This young girl had made me so hot that pain was beyond me, it seemed. I stood up and realized that I must have made an odd spectacle; hairy legs clothed in high black socks, white underpants reaching half way to my knobby knees, unbuttoned stained shirt and equally stained white undershirt.

I felt my cock stirring again, slowly rising in salute to the glorious view of Lottie’s big ass, which was softly bobbing from side to side while she rummaged through Johann’s clothes. I was almost jealous of her hands carefully touching the starched shirts instead of caressing my manhood, which so obviously needed some serious attention.

Finally, satisfied with her find of a shirt and a pair of pants, she turned her back towards the soldierly array of white, gray and black and faced me. Her eyes flew wide open at the sight of me standing just feet away, unashamedly indecent, practically half-naked.