You don’t know me – yet, this is my first story posted. Over time you’ll find out that while I am a female, I can be just as sexually deviant at the most experienced male, but for now, I want to start you off slow and easy.

Everyone has that one person that enters their life and suddenly, all reason, all rhyme flies out the window and you become another person entirely. One that’s driven by desire and a deep seated need that leaves us exhausted and ready to snap. Sometimes, we get pissy and gritchy, nothing pleases us and nothing satisfies that deep, gnawing craving that drives us to the brink of sanity. The amazing thing, nine times out of ten, it’s not the person we are with – a boyfriend, girlfriend, husband or wife that does this to us, it’s a complete stranger and it ramps up the danger level several notches. Someone reading this right now has that very person in their life and it’s burning a hole right through them if they haven’t acted on their animalistic tendencies yet. So, sit back and relax (for a little bit) and let me tell you how I handled mine.

I work at a resort as the head housecleaner, we have several dozen motel rooms, condos, houses and suites that my crew goes through and cleans top to bottom. We have a maintenance crew that I work with closely, a couple of the men are former construction workers, and we also have an electrician and a plumber and two gardeners that works the grounds, headed up by their leadman – my itch. Every day, I’m in contact with that crew as we always find something wrong with one of the units and it’s their job to fix the problem so the unit can be rented out. All the guys are fit, good looking men ranging from 20 to 45 and my itch, well my itch seriously puts the rest of them to shame. Not much taller than me at 5’6, he’s a mean looking Hispanic, but one that makes me drool and causes my cunt to open up and continuously drool when I get in this vicinity. He takes very good care of himself, buff, shaves his entire body including his head and always wears this amazing cologne that seems to linger well after he’s left. His eyes, bright and a hazy green is curtained with beautiful lashes, even some of my girls on my crew have talked about taking him to bed. I have to admit, I get mad when they talk about it, if anyone was going to bed that man it was going to be me one way or the other and I would do it long before the rest of them had their chance.

He and I have always had that fun, bordering on a sexual harassment kind of relationship, which while I’m at it, I don’t believe in sexual harassment, not like everyone else anyway. If a guy notices what I’m wearing and tells me I look great, I’m taking the compliment and running with it, even if he’s busy trying to look down my shirt, I have great tits, I like to get noticed. He on the other hand, has gotten into trouble a couple of times for harassing some of the women in the offices and one of the girls on my crew and for a brief time, I was pissed about it because he was told to either straighten up or he would get fired. It changed him after that, he wouldn’t play with me when I was in a particularly frisky mood until one day when we were in a unit alone and after several moments of trying to get him to loosen up around me, I flashed him my tits. He loosened up around me after that, but would stay reserved with everyone else. I cornered the market with a ten second flash and our relationship finally relaxed and went back to the way it was before. What can I say, I’m a calculating bitch and I freely admit it and proud of it.

As for me, well, not much can be said. I’ve been told I’m pretty but sometimes I don’t see it. I keep myself well dressed, always looking my best and I have a knack for putting on my makeup in such a way that gets me noticed. One of my best assets are my eyes, a deep green with light gold flecks and I use only the best colors to bring them out. My green and purple smoky cat eyes gets people noticing quickly. I’m only 5’4, overweight but healthy and I have a perfect set of 40DD tits that melts even the heart of stone and causes cocks to twitch and minds to whirl out of control with fantasies. My ass is always tight, partly because I have always held jobs that keeps me moving and on my feet for long hours, my hair is down to my waist and a deep mahogany. My itch tells me that I’m exotic looking.

While this sounds like a decent package that I have, I’m divulging a secret, one that I was told by my handler (which you will meet in subsequent stories, stay with me folks) I would be allowed to reveal to you, my readers. I work hard for my money, let’s get that fact out in the open right now and I’m proud of that fact. Most women try to use their looks to get a foot up, I use my work ethics. But I have always harbored a secret fantasy, one that few know. If you want to fuck me, you have to pay me. There, it’s out. By day, I’m just a housekeeper with fifteen years management on my resume but if you want me in your bed, fork over the dough and smile about it. Now that we have established that piece of information, let me tell you what happened last year with my itch.

We are located in an area that sees a lot of flooding in the early spring once the heavy rains set in. It’s a beautiful location really, mountains and trees, fields of swaying green grass and creeks but we are also nestled right against a lake that when the rains hit turns a part of our resort into a swamp. It has been suggested for years that we do something to fix it and when we attempt to, the Corps of Engineers tells us no, it would ruin the natural landscape. Bastards, it’s easy for them to say that, they don’t have to mess with the cleanup every year.

Last year was particularly messy, almost twenty straight days of rain, coupled in with the occasional severe storm that would drop buckets of water on us. The resort hadn’t been open for the season that long, thankfully we didn’t have too many guests and they were all nestled up higher, nice and dry. On the rarest of occasions, the main road leading out of the resort would flood, causing all the crews and office personnel to become stranded, at which time the owners puts us up in various units throughout the resort at no charge to us, we are allowed to use all amenities and we stay however long it takes for the waters to recede.

My itch and I are always the first two on the property in the mornings, I have to wade through the listing of reservations and those staying with us, those that are checking out that day and he has to get his trucks fueled and check on the list of repairs to the units that I give him. This particular morning was treacherous getting into work, the night before we had several severe storms that brought a couple of trees down and power lines to boot. When I woke up and saw the news, I double checked the bag that I always have in my car, a change of clothes for a few days, toiletries, spare makeup bag, etc. and a small cooler of food, potatoes, boxed dinners, frozen hamburger, chicken and all the fixings for my famous chicken enchiladas. I knew that if it I was going to get stuck at the resort, it would happen in the next day or so, the lake was already lapping at the top of its bank near us. I’ve learned to listen to my instincts and they were screaming at me the next few days were going to be dangerous.

I was sitting at my desk writing out my work orders for my girls when he walked into the door. I immediately inhaled, something I do each and every time he does and filled my lungs with his cologne as he walked quietly over to me. I looked up at him as I lifted my coffee mug to take a sip of coffee, waving at him with one hand while I winked at him.

“Morning, sunshine – glorious day isn’t it?” I wasn’t about to let the bad weather kill my mood, I was feeling particularly good that morning and nothing could bring me down.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it glorious, I got stuck out in the rain trying to get my wife’s car running, I told the bitch to put it in the garage last night, but she didn’t.” He pulled his rain slicker off over his head and I got a brief look at his belly and went weak, he had begun to carry a little extra weight there when he was forced to stop working out when he tore a muscle in his shoulder and his doctor ordered him to lay off the weights until it healed completely, but the remnants of a glorious eight pack was still there. And yes, the man is married, however they have an open marriage, they fuck who they want. “How was your drive in?”

“Uneventful. Slow, but nothing happened. One of the creeks near me is about to blow its banks. If I can get out of here today, I’ll have to take the long way home.” It was then that a large clap of thunder followed by a blinding lightning flash lit up the office and shook the building and we were instantly in the dark as the power was lost. “Damn it.”

We both reached for our cell phones to light up the area around us and I grabbed my address book. He walked over to the coffee and poured himself a mug before he slipped over to me as I flipped through my book and refilled mine.

“Oooh, thank you, you are my god.” It was a statement that was true, I’ll give anyone the time of day if they have a pot of coffee in their hand. In the light of our phones, he gave me a seductive wink and my internal organs all went to goo. “Most of our guests won’t be doing much today, the rain is going to keep them indoors.