Actually, it was one maid in particular that sparked my fantasies—Liana.
Liana, what a great name, a sweet blend of Mediterranean mellow and sultry Sulawesi swing. She had—and you’ll soon learn that I had sufficient opportunity to observe—these lovely dark eyes, accentuated by thick, sensual brows. Her lips were full, dreamy, moist, with a pronounced tendency to spill into a smile. Her breasts were… well, I’ll get to that part later. Suffice it to say she had a fucktastic compact figure that cried out for closer inspection.
Except that there was, of course, no chance to carry out this inspection anywhere in the common areas of our condo complex.
And this wasn’t just a one-sided infatuation either. Liana had, right from the start, been the most forward of all the maids. She obviously had her eye on me. “I never see you with your wife, Sir. Does she spending all her time with the children? Or is it her job?” I told her I wasn’t married. Her smile seemed to brighten up about 100 watts when she heard that. “Oh. Well then, Sir must have many girlfriends then. So handsome, and with that beautiful car.” So, she’d noticed my wheels. Good, that’s what they were there for, right? And while handsome might be stretching it a few categories, I am sort of cute… in a subtle way.
“Well, no steady girlfriend at the moment. I’m sort of keeping my options open.” This phrase seemed to puzzle her, so I swung back to straightforward.
“No, I don’t have any regular girlfriend at the moment. Still looking for the right lady.” Again, that smile lit up like a fireworks display.
“Oh,” she’d say, “I think Sir is just being modest.” Unfortunately, Sir was not being at all modest. While I had dated a number of women over the half year I’d been back, I hadn’t had sex—well, you know, real live sex—since returning from the states. And six months without sex, that is not good for one’s health or one’s self-esteem. What good was all my independence really doing me? When I moved in, I thought it would be great: no sneaking a woman past Mom and Dad to get her to my bedroom. But not a single lovely had come anywhere near that waiting sanctuary.
However, Liana and I grew more and more friendly as the weeks went by. The challenge was how to get her back to my place. Fortunately, this was less of a problem than it would have been with many of the other maids.
Unlike most of the domestics prowling the Chateau, Liana did not have any high-energy kids to look after. Or bathe, I reminded myself with relief. She took care of some frail old woman who apparently lived alone in the complex.
Well, not really alone, of course, Liana was there with her most of the time.
Her actual employers, I came to learn, were the old woman’s son and daughter-in-law. They had their own condo over in the East Annexe of the complex. They would drop by quickly in the evening to look in on Mom, and occasionally swing by on the weekends to take the old lady and Liana off for some excursion.
The son always had this loose, distracted look about him. When we’d run into each other and say hello, he’d flash an embarrassed smile that looked more like a wince. Then he’d shrug, like he wished he could have given more to that smile, but had lost it somewhere along the way.
The daughter-in-law was going to be my real hurdle, the way I saw it. She was this perpetually wound-up bitch, who eyed me suspiciously whenever I crossed her path. Okay, she probably eyed everyone she came across suspiciously, she was that type. But I personalised it, as I tend to do with these things. Behind it all, I suspected that she might just be very insightful and could somehow sense how much I wanted to get my hands on Mom’s curvaceous caregiver.
But like I said, distracted Sonny and the Wicked Bitch of the East only dropped by for a quick peek each evening and were absent the rest of the time. That meant the only one between me and luscious Liana was the old lady. I didn’t see her causing any problem either, because this particular auntie was apparently not terribly aware of what was going on around her.
In fact, after a short time, Liana and I would flirt along the pathway or in the lift with the auntie right there, just staring out into space, evidently oblivious to my presence—or at least my intentions. Even better, the auntie tended to nod off for long periods during the day, which allowed Liana to slip out quickly and do personal errands or schmooze with her maid friends. Now I just needed the opportunity to make some arrangements with Liana herself.
Early one evening, we ran into each other at the shopping centre. “Is Sir buying something?” she asked, blithely ignoring the half-full shopping basket that I was lugging.
“Yah, I had to pick up a few things I need before the weekend.” We happened to be standing near the checkout counter at that point. A blush tinged her dark cheeks as she glanced over at one of the displays there, then turned back quickly, her eyes cast down towards the floor.
“Sir will probably have to buy some packages of those things for his weekend, I think.” I turned to see what she was referring to. The first thing I saw was what she must have seen: the condom display. A rather ample condom display actually. I was stunned, though clearly not in any unpleasant way. I just couldn’t…
When I looked back at Liana, she had just peeked up at me, a delectably impish smile on her face. Wondering what the fuck to say, I stammered out
“I… I think I have enough of those already.” I swallowed deeply. The next thing I said could carry me to either bliss or disaster. I had to be very clever, very polished. “You going back to the Chateau right after this?” Don’t smirk; it was clever enough. Liana flashed another of her bountiful smiles and said she had to pay first, holding up two cans of sugar cane juice.
I pointed out that paying would be advisable, then told her to put them in my basket and I’d pay for everything. We could settle up later, I added.
We then joined the queue, with Liana standing right behind me. It was like some guy shopping with his maid, I thought. Then I realised I wasn’t at all unhappy with that. If anyone saw us, they’d never think I was about to hit on a maid from my complex. They’d think we were just… hey, another maid and her well-heeled employer. But I suddenly decided I didn’t care what they thought. What business did they have thinking about us anyway? To hell with them, right?
As we strolled back to the Chateau, I asked Liana if she had any boyfriends here in Singapore. She told me the guys here did not seem to like her. I told her I found that extremely hard to believe. She just smiled sweetly, as if she didn’t believe it herself. I then asked if she had any boyfriends back in Sulawesi. She had a few, she told me, but they weren’t serious. “Just a bunch of stupid boys,” she said. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” By this time, I was finding it a little hard to walk since I was grappling with an erection that was caught in my boxers, jutting out sideways. This was no big handicap, though, as Liana herself was not able to move too quickly in her tattered flip-flops. Thanks to these two restraints, the stroll back was long and leisurely. We laughed and giggled a lot, though I can’t for the life of me remember what we were laughing about. As we waited for the green light just across from the Chateau, I decided to make my move. I asked her if she’d like to come down to my apartment sometime soon, maybe have some tea and cookies. She said she preferred the sugar cane juice. I told her I was friends with a major supplier. She asked when she should come. I asked when she could come.