The warm California sun streams through the windows of John’s sprawling beach house as I dust the shelves, my little fingers reaching towards the  high places. The house dwarfs my tiny 3 foot frame. I love how small it leaves me, relying on my cute step ladder to be able to reach anything. “Still got some dust up there, little Mia!” John calls out from the living room, his deep voice rumbling. He’s a big man, the beach house owner, late 40s. I can picture his grin as he watches me struggle. I pout, my plump lips pursing. “I’m working as fast as my little arms and legs can go, John!” I call back to him sweetly, batting my lashes. The step ladder wobbles dangerously as I stretch further up, my frilly maid skirt riding up to reveal my lace trimmed garters. Whoops! I nearly lost my balance, catching myself at the last second using the wall. As I heard John chuckle. “Careful there, Mia. Don’t want you taking a tumble and giving me a show.” I giggle impishly. “It’s not my fault I’m so tiny and the house is so big and tall. I need a big strong man to help me reach the high spots!” I flutter my lashes at him as he approaches the spot im in. He grins when he hears that, his eyes glinting. “I’m happy to help a little. Where do you need me most? my little midget maid” As he stands there, his gaze roams over my body, taking in my outlined curves in the tight maid uniform. I blush and avert my eyes shyly when I noticed his gaze wandering over my body. “I…I think I can manage, Mr. John. Don’t want to be a bother.” I fiddle with the hem of my skirt, tugging it down demurely even as I subtly arch my back, pushing my pert little ass out. He chuckles low and deep, a rumbling sound that seems to wrap around me. “I insist. Let me take a look.” His large, calloused hands wrap around my tiny waist as he lifts me up effortlessly into the air. The heat of his body sears me through the thin fabric of our clothes. I gasp at suddenly being grabbed and lifted up, instinctively moving my legs a little. The position sends my skirt riding up over my hips, exposing my bare ass. “Oh! Mr. John, you shouldn’t,” I start to protest breathlessly, even as I squirm deliciously against him. He just grins wider, his hands sliding down to grip my ass cheeks firmly before they settle there. “I think I need to do a closer inspection, Mia.” One hand slides under my skirt to stroke along my inner thigh, his touch felt electric over the smooth skin. I whimper at the sensation, my pussy already dripping wet. He chuckles, finding my soaked panties in seconds as I could feel his hand over the fabric. “Tsk tsk, such a filthy little midget..so […]