I’m a happily married 38-year-old mother of two. My husband, Simon, is a manager for a large corporation here in town.

I work part-time for a consulting firm, doing most of it from my office at home. I enjoy this arrangement because it allows me to pursue my career, keep up with the housework, and be here when my boys get home from school.

Recently I was offered a promotion, which caused quite a dilemma for me. Though I looked forward to the additional responsibilities and challenges, and an attractive increase in salary, I didn’t think I could continue to do the housework. When Simon suggested that I hire a maid to handle the daily chores, I wasn’t too keen on the idea, but I told him that I’d think about it.

A few days later Simon said he’d been discussing my situation with his secretary, and that her daughter, Theresa, might be interested in working for us two or three days a week. Theresa was in her second year at the local university, and was looking for a job with flexible hours that wouldn’t interfere with her studies. She was to come around the next afternoon.

When Theresa arrived I was immediately struck by how beautiful she was. She was five foot four, a few inches shorter than me, with short brown hair and the body I’d always wanted when I was her age. Her lovely tanned skin set off magnificent legs and what appeared to be perfect breasts and buttocks. This day she wore a light summer dress and sandals. I caught myself trying to glimpse her body’s outline as the sun shone through the dress. I showed Theresa around the house, and she eagerly accepted the job, agreeing to come in two days a week starting the next day.

She arrived around 11 the next morning, cheerful and ready to get started. I showed her where the cleaning supplies were kept, and she went right to work. It gave me a feeling of comfort to know that I could concentrate on my own work and not worry about cleaning house. I worked with the office door closed to muffle the noise of the vacuum, but the door was all glass, which enabled me to see Theresa whenever she was working nearby. Now she was wearing a pale gray sweatsuit, which concealed the fit body I’d tried to steal glimpses of the day before.

I found myself trying to imagine what her naked body might look like, which surprised me; I’d never really had any sexual feelings for other women. In college a roommate and I had kissed a few times, but mutual embarrassment kept it from going any further. But now I found Theresa to be a genuine distraction. Day after day I would fantasize about seeing her work naked, and get so caught up that poor Simon didn’t know what hit him when I finally got him into bed at night. Theresa was having a profound effect on my libido.

One warm afternoon Theresa arrived wearing very short yellow running shorts, a blue sports bra, and tennis shoes with white socks. She was adorable and smelled of soap — as though she’d just gotten out of the bath. The image of Theresa in the bath made my head spin. I nervously offered to fix her some iced tea, saying it was time for me to take a break from work. In actuality I just wanted an excuse to look at her. We drank tea and made small talk until she insisted on getting back to the housework.

I tried to concentrate on my own work until the drone of the vacuum made me look up. Theresa was doing the stairs just outside my office door. Only her stunning legs were visible. The loose-fitting shorts made it possible for me to see her sweet round bottom as she bent over, and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing panties. I stared as the muscles in her legs and buttocks worked to carry her lithe form up each step. Then I squinted to see if I could make out her intimate parts. At this point I realized that my hands were inside my own pants, and if I didn’t find some relief somewhere I might embarrass myself in front of my new friend.

Flushing, I stood up and tried to straighten my clothes. I could smell my own scent on my fingers. I told Theresa I was going to take a shower, and asked her to answer the phone if it rang. Practically running to the master bedroom, I hurriedly stripped and stepped into our large walk-in shower. Silently, I thanked Simon for installing the hand-held shower head that I’ve used so many times in the past for more than just washing.

The shower did little to cool me off. I began to soap myself all over, paying particular attention to my hard, aching nipples. My hands traveled all over my smooth skin, leaving a trail of bubbles wherever they went. I closed my eyes and thought to myself that this was going to be a long shower.

Suddenly I was startled by two hands slowly caressing my hips from behind. For a split second I thought that Simon had come home from work early to surprise me. But the hands were too small and soft. As two warm arms wrapped around me, I felt a soft pair of breasts against my lower back and glimpsed a tanned leg sneak in between mine. The hands slid across my belly to my breasts and began to massage them. At the same time a pair of hips began to grind against my buttocks.

My knees almost gave out from desire. I felt dizzy. The hot water continued to drum on my skin. One of Theresa’s hands slid slowly down to my ass, caressed it gently, and then made its way between my legs. She teased me at first, barely touching me. Then she began to massage my pussy’s outer lips and to tug at my pubic hair.

It occurred to me that this was my chance to see Theresa’s body at last. I turned around, wiping the water from my eyes. She was incredible. Two small white triangles surrounded the brown nipples where her bikini top had covered her flawless breasts. I knew I was staring, but I didn’t care. She leaned over slightly to lick the drops of water from my own hardened nipples. I took her head in my hands and held it there. As I watched through half-closed eyes, her mouth strained to draw in as much of my breast as it could, and I could feel her tongue fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings on my nipple.

Unable to stand this much longer, I whispered that if I didn’t lie down soon, I would fall. Theresa shut off the water and led me, dripping wet, to the bed. Wrapped in each other’s arms, we tumbled onto the soft covers. Theresa proceeded to blot me dry with her tongue, starting with my toes. She worked her way up each leg, and once she reached the center she wrapped an arm around each of my thighs and buried her face in my moist pubic hair. I felt her soft tongue stab into my quivering wetness. Licking and nibbling, she brought me to climax several times until I had to beg her to stop.

Then, licking her way slowly up my body, this beauty straddled my face, bracing her hands on the headboard. I stared up at the most lovely sight I had ever seen, and prepared for my first taste of a woman’s love. I gently grasped her slim hips, almost afraid that her delicate body might break under my inexperienced grasp. Raising my head from the pillow, I deeply inhaled the scent of baby powder, soap, and lust. Then I poked my tongue in and tasted her. She was sweeter than any candy. She whimpered and squirmed on my face as I licked every part I could reach.

The muscles in her buttocks felt hard as I squeezed and pulled her close to my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of the delicious sweetness, and was almost disappointed when, in orgasm, she fell squealing on the bed next to me. We held each other and kissed for a long time. The clock downstairs striking three brought us out of our trance. We nuzzled each other’s face for a moment, then dressed. That night I practically attacked Simon.

The next day Theresa arrived at ten o’clock. She giggled and said she had cut class to come over and see if I needed any extra help. We took a box of chocolates to my bed and didn’t emerge until I heard the late-afternoon sound of the school bus dropping off my boys at the corner.

We continued to behave like a couple of schoolgirls for a few weeks. Gradually we realized that our fun and games might be getting a little out of hand. I was falling behind in my work and Theresa’s schoolwork was beginning to suffer, so we agreed to get ourselves under control.

Theresa still works for me, and every now and then when we pass in the hallway we brush up against each other. We touch hands, and I remember that my youth isn’t lost. I just have to remember where to look for it.