Maid in Cebu

This is a work of fiction, though some of the people in it may have been real, and some of the experiences may have actually happened. I’ll leave it to your imagination to decide what (or who) was real and what (or who) was not.

Nobody in this story was underage when they had sex.

Fatima was a conservative daughter in a respected Muslim family in her village. Her father was a farmer who actually owned the land he farmed (something that was unusual in this part of Mindanao). Her mother was the third of four wives, and was, therefore, fairly low-ranking in the family.

Fatima had just completed high school, and it was common that grown daughters went to work to contribute to the family’s finances. That was how many daughters in the Philippines became domestic servants for wealthy families. If a girl was lucky, this might lead to marriage or at least employment close to home, but not always. It was up to her parents to decide where a girl would go to work.

Fatima’s father worked with local recruiters to find employment for his children. In Fatima’s case, that meant that she would be working for a Kano (an American man) on another island as a domestic helper. Her father sat her down and told her to do whatever her employer told her to do. To not do so would bring dishonor to herself and her family. Half of her salary would be hers, and half would be sent to her father every month.

Fatima humbly agreed to do whatever she was asked, so as to not disgrace her family. The recruiter picked her up at her home, she said goodbye to her family, and the recruiter took her by ferry to her destination in Cebu City on the island of Cebu. There, she was introduced to her new employer, who handed the recruiter an envelope and then took Fatima to his condo in a taxi.

Fatima was surprised to find out that her employer, Jack Duncan, was a single, white, middle-aged man (and handsome). He had a one-bedroom condominium high in one of the many high-rise towers in the city. At first, she was delighted to see how easy her job would be taking care of the small condo (even with cooking and other duties), but she was confused as to where she would sleep.

Jack had Fatima prepare them dinner from the food he had in the refrigerator and the cupboards, and he was pleasantly surprised at her culinary skills. Her mother had taught her well to be a good cook, and she not only cooked local dishes, but also many international cuisines as well.

As they sat down to eat, they discussed what her life would be like living in the condo high above the city. She had already marveled at the views from the huge picture windows. Fatima thought this must be how heavenly beings saw the world. Jack went through her duties with her (even giving her a list), and Fatima had no problems with anything he required until the end.

When he got to sleeping arrangements, he told her that there was only one bed in the condo, and that she would be expected to sleep with him. That went against everything she had ever been taught, so she flatly refused. “No Sir. I cannot do that.”

“Oh?” he asked. “Do I need to call Madam Sibonga back and tell her to take you home because you refuse to follow my instructions?”

Fatima’s eyes got wide. She realized that if she returned home, her family would be ashamed of her. She paused and then reconsidered. There was no way that she wanted to return home in disgrace. “OK,” she replied. “I will sleep in your bed.”

“Fine,” said Jack. “It doesn’t appear like you have many clothes. You only have a small bag.”

“I am a simple girl,” she replied. “I have never had many clothes. Will that be a problem?”

“No,” Jack replied. “No problem at all, but I will make sure that you have everything you need. Don’t worry. It will be my gift to you and won’t come out of your salary. I will take you shopping tomorrow morning.” That made her smile. Fatima had seldom received any gifts as a child, so maybe Jack was a very good man who would be generous with her. She thought that if he was a Muslim, she might even see him as husband material. Then again, if he had been Muslim, he would probably never have thought to give her a gift.

After dinner, Jack got on his laptop while Fatima washed the dishes and cleaned up the condo a bit. She was still worried about the sleeping arrangements, but she decided that, if her father had agreed to this, then she would do her best to do whatever was required to bring honor to her family. Hopefully, she wouldn’t lose her honor in the process. When Fatima had finished cleaning everything she could think of, she asked if it would be OK for her to get ready for bed.

Jack replied, “Of course. It is still early though. When you are ready for bed, come back and we will watch a movie before bed.” Fatima agreed and went into the CR or comfort room (what Americans call a bathroom) to shower, brush her teeth and her hair, and change into her pajamas. It took her a few moments to figure out the handle on the shower, but she managed. She had never had a shower with anything but cold water before.

When Fatima returned, Jack patted the couch cushion next to him and asked, “What would you like to watch?”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “You choose.”

“OK,” he said. “Are there any kinds of movies that you like?”

“Honestly,” she replied. “I haven’t seen very many movies, so whatever you want will be fine.”

Jack decided that it would be best to not scare Fatima, so he opted for the fantasy animation, “How to Train Your Dragon.” She really enjoyed it, and she didn’t seem to mind when he used his arm to draw her closer to his body. Fatima thought the dragons were cute, and Jack laughed when she asked him if dragons were real. “No, Sweetheart,” he replied. “Dragons are just a fantasy. I’m sure that if they were real, they wouldn’t be nearly as nice as the ones in the movie.”

“I suppose that is true,” she replied. “Nothing is ever as nice in real life as it is when you dream of it.”

Jack smiled. “You have great wisdom. Most people don’t understand that. Now, turn down the bed and turn off the lights while I get a shower and shave.”

Fatima did as Jack requested, and was laying on her side facing away from the CR when Jack got into bed behind her. She was surprised when he scooted right up behind her to spoon against her back and wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her back toward him. Because it was such a big bed (king-size), she had thought that they might not even touch during the night, but here he was, pressed right up against her back.

She probably would have been even more scared, if she had realized that Jack always slept in the nude, but she had pajamas on, so she didn’t feel his skin against her body. Jack just leaned over and kissed her behind the ear and whispered, “Good night, Sweetheart.” This was the second time he had called her sweetheart, and Fatima thought that she liked it. Who knew where it might lead?

She simply replied, “Good night, Jack,” and closed her eyes. It was hours later during the middle of the night, when Fatima realized that Jack’s hand was inside of her pajama top and was cupping her breast. At first, she was going to say something, but then she decided that Jack was probably asleep and his hand actually felt good there. She simply closed her eyes again and went back to sleep.

The condo windows faced to the north, so at least they were spared having direct early morning sun light blasting them while they lay in the bed. Even so, it wasn’t long after dawn that Fatima woke and decided that she should get out of bed. Jack’s hand was still cupped over her breast, so she gently lifted it and slid out from under his arm. It wasn’t until then that she realized that Jack was nude in the bed.

At first, Fatima was shocked at his nudity. How had she lain with him all night and not even noticed his lack of clothes? Next, she was amazed that he hadn’t even tried to take her virginity. He had put his hand on her breast, but he hadn’t tried anything else to her knowledge. Lastly, she was curious. Fatima had grown up in a large family, so she had seen boys naked before, but Jack’s cock was a lot bigger than anything she had ever seen before. How would that even fit inside of a woman?

Fatima decided to leave these matters for later, and quickly gathered her clothes to go into the CR for a shower. She was suddenly feeling very hot and sweaty, so a cool shower would feel good. As soon as she entered the CR, she peeled her pajamas off, peed in the toilet, and got into the shower. She was soaping her body when she heard the CR door open.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Jack said. “I needed to pee, and I couldn’t wait,” as he walked over and lifted the lid on the toilet.

Fatima at least had her back to the door, but the glass shower door didn’t do much to hide her body from his eyes. “It’s OK,” she replied. She continued to soap her body, hoping that the suds would at least partially conceal her private bits.

Jack couldn’t help but look. “You are really beautiful,” he stated. “I hope that you are OK with this. Living in such a small condo, we are likely going to see each other nude a lot.”

Fatima was blushing, and the red extended even onto her neck and her breasts. She could see that there was no hope of concealing herself from his eyes, so she turned and replied, “I suppose you are right.”

Jack had no recollection of holding her breast during the night, and he was amazed at how round and full her breasts were as she stood there in the shower. He was also surprised by how little pubic hair she had above her pussy and how smooth it was against her lower tummy. “Would you like to share the shower?” he asked. “I could wash your back.”

Fatima was blushing even deeper. “Is that what you want, Jack?”

“Yes,” he replied. “That is what I want.”

With that, Jack opened the glass shower door and stepped in with Fatima, closing it behind him. He quickly wet himself down and then grabbed the shower gel to start soaping her back. She asked, “Did you only want to wash my back?”