The Maid

[Martaguerre]

1920s Hong Kong

Mei, 18 was working as an expat family's housekeeper. The innocent young woman was about 5'3, 100 lb, and 32-21-33 with long hair tied in a maid's traditional bun. She had been working with the Hills for about a year now, and was beginning to speak more a little more English. She was also beginning to understand western customs a little bit. Today was an exciting day for the Hills, as the eldest son, Edward was going to be in for a visit. He was returning after a year at Oxford. Mei was preparing a room for his return...........

OK....anyone want to be Edward, who seduces this young woman?

 

[prometheus 2]

Edward

I'd love to seduce Mei, or rather... my character Edward would. Give me a little time to prepare my character, and I'll be there.

 

[Martaguerre]

Re: Edward

I'd love to seduce Mei, or rather... my character Edward would. Give me a little time to prepare my character, and I'll be there.

OK

More details about Mei:

As mentioned in an earlier post, she's about 5'3, 110 lb and 32-21-33. She wears her regulation white blouse and black pants and her long, silky black hair is tied back in a bun. She has gorgeous dark brown eyes. She's from a small village in southern China and came to work with the Hills after her husband died just a week after their wedding. She is NOT a virgin (well, DUH). Since she isn't a virgin anymore, no man would marry her (widows in China usually didn't remarry). Her parents can't afford to take her in, so she had to work.

 

[prometheus 2]

Edward Hill

Edward sighed in relief as his taxi delivered him to his parents home in the hills on the edge of Hong Kong.

"Home." He said under his breath, "Home at last."
It had been a long arduous trip but he was finally here. The last two years at Oxford had been almost unbearable. Thank God he had graduated. It had been his parents wishes that he finish his education there, his father had graduated had Oxford also. For Edward it had been a royal pain in the ass. He hated England whith its cold damp winters, its drab landscape and its uninteresting culture. And it's tea! God, how he hated tea. His mouth was watering for a good strong cup of columbian coffee, or better yet a cup of Saki.

Hong Kong was Edwards birthplace and in spite of the fact that he was English Edward considered Hong Kong his home. As the boat had docked in the harbor he saw there had been litle change in the last six years. Tthe smell of the humid tropical sea and the open air markets filled his lungs. The hustle and bustle of the crowd greeted his ears and the sight of busy, smiling faces of merchants and their customers going about the business of taking care of their daily needs made his eyes water with the joy of being here. Color and sound and the sweet smell of human activity greeted him at every turn and now walking up the steps to his the house he suddenly felt like he was a new man.

At twenty six he was in his prime, tall 6'"1", dark hair long crowding the collar of his pinstripe suit. A bit thin maybe but in good shape captain of his rowing team four years in a succession. He'd lost his tan, seems like the sun never came out long enough in England. He'd fix that soon enough, spend lots of time on the beach or near the pool. His dark brown eyes blazed with excitement, as he thought about buying a sail boat spend some time on the calm Pacific ocean.

Yes it was good to be home. He knew his father didn't expect him to jump directly into the harness and go to work. He was to take over his fathers business but there was no rush

"Ttake six months or so and relax son." his father had said, Proud of his son now that he had grduated. Edward intended to do just that and his mother had written a new maid had come to work for them Mei was her name, a very good worker. She would see to it that Edwards room was prepared and anything he needed she would undoubtedly be able to provide.

There was a note on the table in the hallway as he stepped inside. "Terribly sorry we are unable to be here when you arrive son. Your father and I have a business trip that just can not be postponed. Make yourself at home, we shall return as soon as possible. In the mean time relax. The maid will see to it that your needs are met. Edward tried not to be disappointed but thats the way it had always been, his father busy too busy to spend much time with him, his mother somewhat distant. He knew she loved him but he often wished she would show it.

In a way it was good. When they returned there would be a rush to show him everything, take him everywhere. He could use some time to himself Yes it would be alright. The house was his to himself and he had a maid. What more could he ask for right now?

A noise, the sound of a woman clearing her throat startled him and he looked up.

 

[Martaguerre]

THe young woman in the room was Mei, starring at the young man standing by the door. Since her English was still somewhat limited, she points to herself.

"Me. Mei. You Et-wer?" (She can't pronounce Edward correctly) "This. Your room. You like?"

 

[prometheus 2]

Edward

Edward stepped towads her, the woman whom he assumed was the new maid not knowing if he should take her hand or just verbally acknowledge her presense. He had to tip his head downward to look in her eyes, she was at least a foot shorter than him. When he did he was astonished. Dark and clear,they were the color of milk chocolate. He caught his breath, Asian womens eyes had always had this effect on him and more so now as he had been away for six years. So bright so alive. This woman 'Mei'was no exception. In every sense of the word she was a woman. Her petiteness didn't confuse Edward for a minute. youthfull yes, her skin smooth, white as new milk. Her hair silky, luxurious. He couldn't help but gaze lower, to soft shoulders, firm breasts, trim waist, narrow hips and fine legs. In his estimation she was all woman.

"Me. Mei. You Et-wer? This. Your room. You like? "

He heard her say. he removed his shoes and and smiling moved past her without answering into the room that was to be his. Slowly he made his way around the spacious room to the large window. psuhing to the side a soft translucient drape that provided privacy yet allowed the afternoon sun to fill the room, he looked out at the pool and garden that lay beyond. Turning he saw colorfull pillows on the floor a low table in an oriental style, and a futon bed. Pottery and glassware of jade green, cinnamon brown, crimson red and bright yellow arranged on glass shelves alnog side of Edwards favorite books.

"Perfect, he said I like it very much. My mother must have told you...." He suddenly grew self consious thinking maybe Mei knew much more about him than he had supposed. That he had naturally assimulated into the Asian culture prefering that over the Enlish fashions and customs his parents prefered. They accepted his preference with the condition he not learn to speak or write the native language, that he use English only. Edward accepted this condition even though he loved the tone and rhythm of the oriental languages. In most cases his native friends were anxious to learn English and he enjoyed teaching them.

He looked at Mei knowing that that was her wish also and felt a desire to help her learn. But first he needed to get out of these clothes. He moved to a teakwood ammoire in one corner of the room and pulling open the doors was delighted to discover an array of silk robes he picked out a soft cream colored one and holding it up to the light turned to Mei again. " need to get out of these clothes into something more comfortable. " he said almost apologetically. "Bring me some clean water so I might wash up a bit also." and then when i am done something to eat . Realizing he had become rather demanding he softened his voice and smiled. 'Don't fuss Mei, just something simple, rice and maybe some chicken and ...some saki."

 

[Martaguerre]

Mei looked at the Englishman, acknowledging his demands.

"Yes, Massee-tah Et-wer" she said "lye-cee an chicken"

She smiled at him, which was unusual for a Chinese woman at that time to do to a man, especially if he was her employer's eldest son.

"Me....be back soon"

Mei left Edward's room and went to the kitchen to tell Cook to make Edward's meal. She somehow felt a connection to the young man, something that she's never really felt before, not even with her husband. Her late husband wasn't a bad looking man, no, in fact, her late husband had been very good looking, but not as attractive as Edward Hill. There was something about Englishmen that was just a little different, at least to Mei.

 

[prometheus 2]

As she walked away and into the other room Edward pulled his tie and jacket off and unbuttoned his shirt. When he removed it, he remembered the water he had requested. Had she heard him correctly? Did she understand? Maybe he should check shirtless he stepped into the hall. Mei was nowhere in sight. He headed for the kitchen and coming around the corner, before he could prevent it, he bumped into Mei.

Both of them stood there in shock for a moment as the kettle Mei was carrying clattered to the floor spilling its contents of warm water.

"So solly masst-ah Et-wer." she started to stoop down to retrieve the empty kettle.

No I'm the one who should be sorry Edward said as he took her arm and pulled her back up. "I didn't see you... I mean I was looking here." He pointed straight ahead in his normal line of sight. "And I should have been looking here. He lowered his hand to her face, almost touching her chin.

They both started to laugh at their misfortune. Edward reached down and picked up the kettle, handing it to her. "I was worried you hadn't understood me, I mean about the water, so lets try it again, I promise to stay out of your path this time."

Back in his room he waited and in a minute she appeared bearing the full kettle, She poured some in a basin and turned to go.

"Wait." Edward said softly, "There's something we need to talk about." Mei blushed and lowered her head. Was he going to admonish her for spilling the water? Was he angry with her? The tone of his voice told her that that wasn't the case. Still she wondered.

Edward saw her discomfort. He wished he had learned to speak in her language he knew she was trying hard to speak good Enlish, maybe that was why she seemed uncomfortable in his presense.

 

[Martaguerre]

"Solly, Massee-ta Et-wer. English no good." She said, blushing and lowering her head. She looked like she was going to cry. "Cook say food soon led-dee. I bling soon". Her eyes were downcast. Since she was an employee, she didn't think it was proper to look into Edward's eyes. It wasn't even all that proper for her to smile. She didn't want to be disciplined for doing anything wrong. There was something about this Edward that made her feel....well....different, and she couldn't in any way figure out why. Maybe it was because he wasn't like other foreigners she's met, who were not exactly that nice to her. He seemed a little softer, a little more sensitve. "Any sing (thing) else, Masse tah Et-wer?"

 

[prometheus 2]

Don't be... Sorry I mean and please call me Edward his voice was a litle more comanding. He felt he needed to explain to her. "Mei, I may be English but I feel Asian. I grew up in Hong Kong and many of my childhood friends were much like you. I would like it if you considered me your equal instead of your master. It is only circumstance that has caused you to be my maid. He paused hoping she'd understand. "Now if you check with the cook and see to if my meal is ready I'll finish washing." "And please look in my eyes when you speak to me, they're very beautiful, you should let me see them."

 

[Martaguerre]

"Yes, Masse...umm..Et-wer. I talk to Cook." She said, feeling uncomfortable as she looked into Edward's eyes. It was something that she definitely wasn't used to doing. She wasn't even sure if it was all right to call him plain Edward. She was taught by Mrs. Hill that all young unmarried men be addressed as "Master First Name" (even though Edward was old enough to be a "Mister"), all unmarried women as "Miss First Name" and so forth. She left Edward's room to fetch his food. When she came back, Edward had changed out of his suit into something that one would wear in the home back in that period. Not quite pajamas or "lounging clothes" that one would wear in the 21st, of course. It was a little dressier, but comfortable, nevertheless.

"Here. Chicken an' lye-see. Cook say you know how to use chopsticks, so I bling. I leave you to eat."

 

[prometheus 2]

Wanting her to stay but knowing she was still uncomfortable Edward said nothing as she walked out. He dug eagerly into his meal enjoying once again the cuisine he had grown up on not realizing at first how much he had missed it. It took him a while to get the hang of using the chopsticks having been away from them so long but soon he was moving them quickly betwen the fingers of one hand while sipping at his saki. A warm feeling came over him, more than just the effects of the saki, but the comforting feeling of being home. He thought again of Mei how much she wanted to please him he hoped it was more than a feeling of obligation but that she might think of him as a friend too.

He took anothe sip of saki

" Friend hell" he chided himself. "You just want to seduce this jewel of the orient. It's been a long time since you felt this urge and now's your chance. Like blokes at Oxford would kid him about when they found out he was from Hong Kong. About those submissive Asian girls so willing to please their men, How they were instantly attracted to big strong Englishmen and would do anything to keep them happy. Was that it ? Did he just want to screw ths woman? He continued to think Was that what he wanted? He certainly needed a woman. But here in his parents home Maybe it would be better if he took a trip dwontown to the red light district take care of this need. "

Edward was getting aroused just thinking about it. His friends were right there was nothing like an Asian woman when it came to good sex. He knew that from experience before he left for college. By the time he was twenty he'd had enough experience to know. but not Mei....He finished his saki and lay down to take a short nap, the trip had tired him and the Saki had made him sleepy. Sometime in the night He in the night he thought he heard a noise but wasn't sure, so he went back to sleep.

 

[Martaguerre]

A little later on, Mei walked in to his room to collect the dirty dishes. She tried to keep quiet so that she wouldn't wake Edward, but it didn't work. The room was too dark and she couldn't really see where she was going. She bumped into Edward's desk, almost knocking over a bottle of ink. Luckily, the bottle was unopened, so nothing spilled out.

"Sollee.....I be more quiet" she said.

 

[prometheus 2]

The swim had cooled Edwards body and soothed his jangled nerves. He returned to his room and fell asleep almost instantly. During the night he had a dream. In it he was making love to Mei. It began as a pleasnt dream but got strange when he realized Mei wouldn't look in his eyes, and spoke only to him in her native tongue, which he couldn't understand.His erection subsided while he was inside her and frustrated she stopped moving against him. He awoke wondering what the dream meant. Perhaps he told himself he desired this woman, he wanted her and maybe she wanted him but both of them needed time. The first thing he needed to do was to teach her better Enlish. He had time, his parents wouln't be home for at least two weeks and his brothers and sisters were all away at boarding school. He had the whole house alone with Mei and time on his hands. Why not? he told himself. Even if she would never come to know him as a lover at least she'd learn English and He would enjoy teaching her. He'd start first thing in the morning.

 

[Martaguerre]

**NOTE: I hope my previous post made sense...I didn't realize that Edward had gone swimming....I thought it was your signature...anyway....back to the story***


In the morning, Mei came into Edward's room with his breakfast: Eggs, bacon, toast and some English tea. It was something that Edward always loved.

"Good mawnng" she said to him, trying hard to look into his eyes without being uncomfortable. "Hee-ah. Your blek-fass. I hope you like." She tried to smile, and it seemed to please him. She then went to pick up his dirty clothes from the floor and put them in the laundry basket.

 

[junglejim43]

edwards return

Edward spoke with his mother back in Montana before coming
home for spring brake. His mom spoke highly and briefly of
the new housekeeper, shy vulnerable, and very beautiful maid
that replaced the last one that stole from them. His parents
paid alot of money so that Edward could gain a much needed
education, attending Oxford.
When Edward returned home from a long and exhausting trip to the mansion in the hills, he discovers a note on the kitchen table
that the Hill's had gone to a Governors ball. So Eward scales the
winding stairs thinking about nothing except a much needed
shower. Standing in the fancy bathroom as he hears the water
running, curtains closed, and the thought of Sally, his girlfriend
here to surprise him. Stripping the clothes from his tired young
body, quicking pulling back the plastic drapes.
"Oh my god," he says, realizing it was this young foreigner he
sees standing naked.
Mei was trying desperately to keep her composure when her
weary eyes weakens to the sight of a young man wearing
nothing. Then encourages him to enter under the falling warm
water with her.
Slowly Edward steps in, studyings the beautiful maids exterior
nudity and begins to stare intimately about her vital parts and
charming eyes.
"You must be the maid?" he said, shyly and with an erection.
"Yes," Mei spoke, answering his ornery eyes with a tight hug
and gentle kiss.
Then Edward removes the wet dark hair from her lovely tit's and lowers his body until he was eye to eye with the short young
girls vagina. He begins to slowly sniff the polen and work his tongue in small circles around the interior of her damp walls.

 

[Martaguerre]

Off Topic Question: Are we allowed to have alternate universe storylines on the same post? Cuz I'm worried that readers/posters will be thrown off a bit.

EDITED TO ADD: Sorry if it the above message sounds a little mean. Thanks

 

[prometheus 2]

Junglejim43

Martaguerre and I neglected to let you know this was a closed thread . Read along if you'd like but we'd appreciate it if you didn't post. pm me with any questions or comments please.

 

[Martaguerre]

Thanks for putting up the note, Prometheus 2!

 

[prometheus 2]

Edward

The scent of food greeted Edward as he stirred in his bed. egg foo yung with mushroom sauce. And coffee! Good strong columbian coffee. the cook must have instructed her.

He smiled apreciatively at Mei as she set his plate down on the low table and set some pillows for him. Throwing back the covers he suddenly realized he had gone to bed naked. Quickly pulling the covers back up he asked Mei to bring him a robe from the wardrobe. She did as she was told and turned her back to him while he dressed. As he sat down on a pillow she turned back to him, waiting for permission to leave. Anxious to dig into his meal, Edward said every thing is fine perhaps when I finish, another cup of coffee outside, if you would be so kind as to bring it there." He saw the morning sun shining in the window. Morning was his favorite time of day. He was anxious to walk in the garden and see what new floweres and shrubs had been planted there.

 

[Martaguerre]

Mei was blushing as she looked out the window. She'd never seen any man, other than her late husband, naked. And wow...he was...well, bigger than she'd expect. Her husband wasn't exactly small in the first place, but he wasn't a very tall man, at least, not as tall as Englishmen, anyway. She was still blushing when Edward allowed her to turn back.

"You like you blek-fass?" she asked "Cook say you like coffee. I give you coffee. Me, I no lye (like). I lye tea. I bling more coffee."

She returned to Edward's room with an entire pot and poured it into his cup. "Der you go" she said smiling, waiting to be dismissed.

 

[prometheus 2]

"Join me in the garden." Edward said when Mei returned. He wanted some company, someone to share the beauty of the morning with. Mei looked at him surprised and he realized she was not used to spending that kind of time with the people she worked for. Well that was going to change now that he was home. Maybe it wasn't the way things were done but he didn't care. Right now he wanted her company. She was a bautiful young lady and it was a beautiful day, too nice a day to be worrying about protocal.

"Come with me now," he tried to sound stern but his voice was pleading. He ushered her outside rather briskly taking the pot of coffee and his cup with them.

Outside, he set the pot down and motioned her to accompany him as he began his walk, the coffee would wait he thought. Right now he was anxious to view the garden. As they passed the pool Edward aked her if she liked to swim and if she did she was welcome to use the pool. As they moved into the garden he asked her what kinds of flowers were her favorites and that if she walked here alone. He told her how much he missed the smell of the flowers and the lush colors that seemed to be everywhere, how much he had missed being here and now that he was back he was going to enjoy each day to its fullest. He asked her if she went into town sometimes and if things had changed. He always loved to got down to the waterfront and shop perhaps sometime they could go together.

All these questions seemed to overwhem Mei but he waited patiently for her to answer them, saying "We've got lots of time to get to know each other better don't we."

They had stopped in front af a flower bed and Edward reached down and picked an orchid. He raised up and gently placed it in Meis hair. As his hand touched her hair he noticed its fine silky smoothness. "

Your hair is beautiful Mei." he said simply. Do you ever wear it down, I think it would look even more beautiful that way."

 

[Martaguerre]

"Hay-ah down?" she asked. Edward mimed long hair and she then understood. "I not allowed to we-ah hay-ah down. Unee-fohm say no." she said. That was true. She had no choice but to wear the white tunic blouse and black pants. She had no choice but to wear her hair up in a bun. She was beginning to feel a little more comfortable, however, walking with Edward. She knew that she really wasn't supposed to do so, but hey, Edward was the only Hill in the home right now. Going to town would be even worse! "Dis house," she said "bew-tee-foe. I wehk hee-ah one yee-ah, an I no see house. Ummmm Et-wer....my English's no good. Can you teach me?"

 

[prometheus 2]

" Ummmm Et-wer....my English's no good. Can you teach me? " Edward looked down at her seeing her downcast eyes, hearing the pleading in her voice. He needed some time to think about this new development.

"Come." he said, he was beginging to realize that Mei's English was really not so good. Maybe she even had a hard time understanding him. He smiled thinking about how he had carried on about the garden and that she seemed to have understood little of what he was saying. He would have to be more direct with her, show rather than tell. So he followed his words with a gesture. He raised his hand and beckoned to her as he began walking back to the table where he had set his coffee cup. He pulled out a chair for her and motioned for her to sit. "Sit here Mei." he said.

He sat down himself and poured a cup of coffee.

" What was he to do. he wondered, Here he was sitting beside a beautiful chinese woman, who somehow he had gotten very attracted to. His friends back at Oxford would be very jealous of his situation no doubt. And if they knew, he was sure they would have much to say about it. For one thing they would wonder why he wasn't fucking her, at least thats how they would have put it. Edward knew why he wasn't. He had too much respect for women in general and for Asian women in particular, to even look at it that way. If he were to have sex with her or any woman for that matter he would want it to be a mutual decision. he certainly wouldn't take advantage of her situation. Besides he doubted if Mei would even permit him to try at this point. He could tell she wa a proud woman, who thought well of herself and took control of her life. She wouldn't allow him or anyne to force her to do something she didn't want to. On the other hand Edward felt a stirring in his loins when he thought about Mei, when he considered the posibility of them being lovers. Where did this feeling come from he wondered, was it just animal lust or was there something speciail about her, about them, that made those feelings come to the surface. He wasn't sure but he felt he had to find out, and one way would be to spend more time with her.

Teaching her English would be a good way to do this. A way for them to get to know each other better. A way that would be comfortable for Mei and a way for him to get closer to her. "

Yes he said finally as he set his cup down. "I will teach you. As your English improves you will be able to do a much better job for my family. I know my mother will be happy to know you want this. She believes everyone should speak English.
When she returns she will be very surprised.

He clapped his hand and grinned broadly. "We have two weeks maybe more, if we work hard we can do it."

Suddenly he got very serious. "But it will mean hard work Mei and it will mean doing some things that might be uncomfortble for you."

Mei understood but was not so sure of herself and of Edward. She shared his enthusiasm but wondered just what did he mean. Her eyes were downcast as usual.

Edward leaned over to her and cupped he chin in his hand. At first she was startled but felt his resolve and allowed him to turn her head up to meet his eyes. She realized this was important.

"You need to look me in the eyes, Mei. People say more with their eyes than their tongues. We will understand each other better if we look directly in each others eyes when we talk. Edward took his hand away and was happy to see that she kept her eyes on his. She understood.

He continued, slowly. "You must also let me touch you. With my hands I can show you how to move your mouth so that you can make the proper sounds. How your lips, your cheeks and even your throat need to be in certain positions to speak proper English. My touch will not only teach you diction but it will reasure you, give you confidence."

Mei looked at him confused.

"Never mind, Edward said softly. "Just trust me and if I ever do something that makes you feel bad, just say no."

 

[Martaguerre]

"My eyes..." she said, still a little shy, but trying hard to do what he's saying. "I see......you can teach me." Mei pointed to the pool..."what that in English? Show more. Tell more." Mei was definitely very eager to learn. She thought that if she knew enough, she could become Mrs. Hill's translator. But she quickly changed that. It's unlikely that would ever happen. They'd probably hire a girl like Anne, who works for the Douglases next door. Anne was educated in a local convent school, someone proper, not a village girl with little education.