Sensuality by Zane Page B

caliente afuera!” Though he was accustomed to the stifling Panama heat, he needed to explain the sudden perspiration on his forehead. He turned to go toward the house, shielding his growing erection. He peered over his shoulder. “¡Vamos!” She followed him inside.
    Hot outside, my ass! She saw the slight bulge in his pants. She knew it was more than humidity that had him hot. She was sweltering for the exact same reasons. That, and she wasn’t used to the sultry weather. She felt like she was going to melt into a puddle on his veranda.
    As she entered his home, a cool breeze welcomed her. Her nipples automatically tightened. From the hooded look in Javier’s eyes, she knew he noticed. He showed her to her room, which was on a different floor than his. It didn’t matter. She would be sure to be caught by Javier with a towel around her dripping wet, naked body while she was roaming the halls.
     
    The first time she pulled that trick, he had appeared flushed and quickly pointed her in the right direction. The second time, he had been understanding. He had even relayed talesof his getting turned around when he had first moved there. The third time, Marisela noticed, he had simply stared. His pupils dilated and he had definitely noticed she was an attractive woman, naked in his home while his wife was away.
    Trouble! This new cook was nothing but trouble with a capital T. He didn’t have the heart to fire her. Her rice and peas rivaled his mother’s. He would lick his lips, imagining it was Marisela he was eating. She made no move to leave now, but just watched him watch her.
    Damn, he’s fine! He was definitely interested in her. Marisela realized that it was now time to make her move. She pretended to leave, by partially turning her body toward the staircase. She “accidentally” dropped her plush red terry-cloth towel on the white marble floor in the process. She gasped and tried to look mortified. Javier closed the distance between them and bent down. He picked up the towel and slowly rose to give it to her.
    “¡Gracias!” she mumbled and turned around to leave, only partially covering her body with the towel. Javier had no way of knowing, because her back was now to him, but Marisela had a huge grin on her face.
    Danger better described Marisela. Danger with a capital D. Javier didn’t know what he was thinking. He was a recently married man who should only desire his wife. But Marisela was an attractive woman who always managed to be naked or half naked around him. He knew he should have turned away in modesty, but he couldn’t turn down the chance to see her up close. He grabbed his opportunity when the towel fell. It was like a gift from heaven. He tookhis time returning it. He bent down, only a breath away from her naked skin, to pick up the fallen covering. As he slowly rose, he took his time perusing her body, admiring everything about it. Her perfectly manicured feet, sexy long legs, ripe pussy, slightly rounded belly, and large coconut breasts. He caught the scent of her desire. His cock got harder. He knew he couldn’t give her what she wanted. He was married and she was the help. He returned the towel and watched her walk away. He decided to scurry away to his office.
    The smell of vanilla and honey brought him out of the confines of his office. He knew he should stay away, let her fix his plate, and come down to get it when she left the kitchen. But he couldn’t. The sweet scents beckoned to him. He followed his nose. He walked into the kitchen and froze.
    She was reaching for a jar from the upper shelf, humming a soca tune, swaying her hips to the beat. She was wearing a short blue shirt and nothing else. Her luscious folds were on full display, yet again. She seemed oblivious to his presence, humming and reaching for dinnerware. She then bent down to check on the food in the oven. Javier couldn’t help it. The view, the sensuous smell of vanilla made him excited. He began to rub his