Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll novel Chapter 62

"Go back quietly to your room" I told myself, but before I could do that, I saw myself going closer to her. I tickled her on both sides. The result was disastrous. She screamed very loudly, and the bottle fell to the floor, shattering on the hard-tiled surface. Water and more worrying glass scattering all around her.

"Shit," she said, looking down at the mess around her.

"Don't move! Stay right there!" I ordered. "Just let me get some shoes."

"Mike, what the fuck are you doing sneaking up on me like that and tickling me?" She yelled angrily after me, but when I returned with shoes on my feet, we looked at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing. "Oh crap," she said, looking down again at the floor, "I think I am stuck." I was willing my eyes to keep looking at her face, aware that she had a top on that left her midriff bare and did nothing to disguise the fact that she had wonderfully large breasts. Her eyes dropped to the floor which gave me a moment to sneak a quick lecherous look.

Her nipples were poking through the top. It was obvious she was bra-less. Her eyes were back on me now and I made my eyes snap back up to her face. She smiled.

"You could have brought me a gown from one of the wardrobes." She said. "You know you are perhaps not a gentleman unless you had changed which is not possible." The words were spoken in a very measured way, but I did not doubt she was teasing me, rather than still being angry.

The reference to me not being a gentleman was from the way I had sexually abused her and other maids before. Of course, it had been a little awkward for both of us, the idea of having my maid effectively sharing a hotel room. Even if it was like an apartment, with three ensuite bedrooms and a separate lounge. We had debated for a while about it. We had played a kind of silly game because we both knew we were not going to give this opportunity up.

"I'll show you what a gentleman I am," I said, stepping across to her, glass crunching under my shoes as I did. I grabbed a fresh bottle of water from the fridge and then I stooped down and with one easy movement, I picked her up.

"What? No! Put me down!" She squealed, kicking her legs. "Put me down," she repeated over and over, in the same high-pitched voice. As I turned, I managed to kick the fridge door closed and despite her protests, I made sure she was safely clear of any glass on the floor before placing her gently back onto the ground.

Jane for the first time took a long look at me. Dropping the bottle had meant she had not registered that I had no shirt on until I had picked her up.

*Jennifer Pov*

When pressed against his muscular chest, I was very aware of how close he was. His athletic physic and the strong musky smell of his cologne. Now I had noticed there was also a distracting bulge in his pyjamas and was finding it hard to keep my eyes from it. I realised suddenly he had stopped drinking and was now looking at me, as I was staring at his groin. Again, our eyes met and my impure thoughts were obvious.

I knew I should get out of there if I don't want anything to happen, and yet I could not bear the idea of just going back to my room. I'm not sleepy, and this was the last night before we both went back home.