Stranger - 4

It took me approximately fifteen minutes to put everything back in place, and when I did, I slumped onto the ground, utterly exasperated, with the wipe clothes now splattered across my face.

And it was only in that minute did the sting of being less privileged get the most of me.

Sometimes, I wondered what it would be like to have the luxury of waking up whenever you wished, going to work without having a boss berate you, and certainly moving about your home, not caring to keep things in order, because there was a maid lurking around to do so, except this time, I was the maid to do so.

I sighed, picking myself off the floor, now reaching to grab my work tools.

Nearly out of the door, when the sound of running water earned my attention, pausing me in my tracks.

I followed the sound onto where it came from, and I came to stop into a connecting room which acted as a wash room in the chambers.

This place was twice the size of the room I used to stay in back in Mexico, yet, for some people in California, it was merely their bathroom.

There was tub at the center of the space, its wall coated in white.

I loved the minimalism of the room.

A wash sink just afar from the tub, with a white cabinet hung on the wall which housed a number of feminine products.

From face wash, to clay masks onto intimate creams. I stared around in awe.

I tore my legs off my slippers, settling it into the plush carpet spread around the ground, soon making my way onto the tub.

The water in there bubbled rapidly, with the water left running, it was now coming all the way to its brim.

I shut the faucet in an instant, slowly running my hands into the water. The touch of it against my skin was gentle, and I adored how much it managed to bring some ease to my chore.

But yet again, my body chose to betray, as I found myself stripping out of my clothes, my own legs gained life of themselves, pushing my figure in, and that was I how I came to find myself lain in the bath tub in the private room of Mr. and Mrs Wesley.

Believe me, I could give not a care, for all that went on in my head at that moment, was the fill of elation which coursed through every part of my being.

I submerged my naked figure deeper into the water, hands soon reaching for a wash at the edge of the tub.

It was an aloe-vera and coconut foaming wash, and the instant it seeped onto my skin, my head fell back in goodness of its touch.

The liquid streamed all the way from my neck, down to the opening of my vagina, and while it mixed with the waters, I settled in the elation that spawned about.

I laid my head to rest on the rim, having the waters easing the ache in my bones, and the instant I shut my eyes to a moment of peace, here came the sound of a voice crippling whatever tranquil I thought to amass.

"Who are you?"

That voice came mellow, for a second there, providing even more peace than the waters I laid in, and at the utterance, I froze.