Chapter 1

“Thank you, Maria. See you next week.”

“Yes, bye,” was her brief response walking towards her car.

John watched her walk away and step into her car before she drove off. He admired her body in the blue dress she wore that day. It was a warm day, and the dress was appropriately light and breezy. It was also short and low cut enough to brave the summer heat and he wondered if she knew the effect she had on him.

He knew he shouldn’t be lusting after his cleaning lady. She was a Latina bombshell in her late twenties, but she was also a happily married woman. He had to respect that after being cheated on by his own wife. John’s divorce was years in the past now, but he still remembered the emotional pain he suffered. He wouldn’t cause that to another person. Besides, he knew Maria as a devout Catholic. Even if he’d make a move on her, there was no way she’d go for it. And he’d probably lose a hardworking cleaning lady in the process.

That didn’t stop her from featuring prominently in his fantasies. And after seeing her in that blue Summer dress, it didn’t take long for John to whip out his cock and start jerking off. He wished he had a picture of her in that dress to accompany his fantasy, but obviously he couldn’t just snap a shot of his cleaning lady without her asking questions.

Conjuring up a mental image of Maria bending over towards him, giving him a nice view down her cleavage, he suddenly had an idea. He might not be able to get visual material of Maria, but he could try putting a fantasy about her in writing. John was an avid reader of erotic stories online, and knew from experience that a well described sex scene could have the same effect on him as a porn video. Gone was the desire to quickly rub one out. Opening a new document in his computer, John began channeling his sexual energy into creating a sensual story featuring Maria and himself.

After a little thinking, he decided on a starting point that could lead to a sexual encounter. Soon after describing how she would come in wearing that same blue dress, this time without a bra underneath (it was his fantasy after all), John discovered that writing an engaging story was actually not that easy. He could skip to the juicy part and just write down the sexual scene in his mind, but he knew that wouldn’t satisfy him. Then it hit him. With all the fuss about students having AI write their school papers, why wouldn’t he follow their example? Since he wasn’t trying to get a grade or money out of his writing, there was no ethical dilemma for him.

A short search on Google led him to ChatGPT. It didn’t take much longer, though, to find out that ChatGPT refused commands of a sexual nature. Frustrated, John almost gave up on his idea. Then he thought of all the possibilities to create deepnudes. If there’s an AI readily available to create sexual pictures, there just had to be one for writing erotic stories as well. It turned out that thinking of the possibility almost took longer than actually finding what he needed.

Soon enough he was experimenting with how he could work best with the AI. He didn’t finish his story that day, however. halfway through, he had himself worked up so much that he just had to finish the masturbation session he had started earlier. In the end it would take him a few more writing sessions over the course of the next few days before he finished his story.

The next Tuesday John was expecting Maria again. When he woke up, he realized immediately that he probably wouldn’t be seeing her again in a nice and sexy outfit: it was pouring down that morning. It was the kind of rain that made it clear it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

That didn’t stop Maria from being punctual as ever. As John quickly opened the door to let her in, he was surprised to see her in the exact same dress as last time. Remembering the story he wrote, he couldn’t help but check, against his better judgement, if she had decided to come in without wearing a bra that day as well. The lack of a bra strap over her shoulders puzzled him. It definitely wasn’t like Maria to go without one.

The discovery that she didn’t seem to be wearing a bra made him check out something else. Sure enough, just like he had written a week ago as part of the “plot” in his story, her eyes were red and puffy as if she had been crying recently. She had done a good job camouflaging it with makeup, but you could still see it if you knew to look for it.

“How are you, Maria?” John asked her concerned.

As could be expected, Maria replied that everything was okay, even though her subdued voice made it clear to John that she wasn’t. But since their connection was simply one between an employer for one day a week and his employee, he didn’t dare to pry. Instead he decided to sit down and read a book in the living room where he could see her working.

Inspired by his story, John tried to observe Maria without her noticing. More specifically, he hoped to get a few nice glimpses of her cleavage. In the story he wrote, he had been able to get a rather deep peek inside her dress. He felt a little bad that he was thinking about her this way while she was clearly distressed, but he couldn’t help it.

As he watched Maria work, he mused over the similarities between his story and the reality at this moment. Now that he was thinking about it, it was almost freaky how his story seemed to come to life. The same blue dress, despite the adverse weather, the same lack of a bra and the same situation of Maria being upset. The only difference so far was his shame for ogling her.

John relished the way her dress clung to her damp skin, clearly outlining the size and shape of her generous breasts. When Maria began cleaning the dishes, her breasts bounced with her movements, and he found himself more mesmerized by her body than ever before.

Then, as she leaned forward to wipe a spot on the counter, her dress gaped open, allowing John for several seconds an enticing view down her cleavage. The sight of her partially exposed breasts drove him wild and his dick hard, as he could almost see her nipples, before she changed her position and the skin of her breasts disappeared from his view. He felt a surge of excitement, both from the sight and the fact that it had happened unexpectedly. Again it was just like in his story!

That would mean that, yes, Maria had just started sniffling and a tear silently rolled down her cheek. This time, both basic humanity and curiosity about the similarities about his story and his current reality pointed in the same direction. He went into the kitchen to make some coffee. Once the machine was done, he poured two cups.

“Maria, can you put down that sponge for a moment and come here?”

Maria tried to wipe the tear from her face as inconspicuously as possible while she did as John asked.

“Now, sit down and take the coffee. I don’t want to pry, but something is clearly wrong,” John insisted.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to trouble you with my problems,” Maria tried to deflect.

John wasn’t having it. “Whatever it is, I’m sure that talking about it will help you feel better. I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m here to listen.”

Maria hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to him and took a sip from the coffee. They sat in silence for a few minutes and Maria wiped her eyes. Seeing her like that made John’s chest ache and he longed to comfort her.

“Go on, Maria. Tell me what’s troubling you,” he urged as he placed his hand on hers and squeezed it gently. John had a feeling he already knew what had happened, but he couldn’t let her know that. So he kept his hand on hers and waited for her to talk.

“It’s, it’s my husband. He had been acting strange lately. I thought it was just stress from work, but he barely talks to me anymore. And yesterday I found out he’s having, he’s seeing someone else,” Maria whispered as tears started rolling down her cheeks again.

Those were the exact words John had Maria say in his story. He didn’t know how it was possible, but by now it was pretty clear that they were acting out his story. And that meant that he also knew what was coming next.

“I’m sorry, Maria, that’s terrible. You don’t deserve that,” John tried to comfort her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. John’s heart ached for her, but he couldn’t deny the feelings of lust that were stirring inside him. They sat like that for a few minutes, and John could feel her body slowly relaxing into him, as he held her close and gently stroked her hair.

Then, before he knew what was happening - no, actually he was waiting for it, but it was still unexpected and beyond believe when it actually happened - Maria turned towards him and pressed her lips against his. John was frozen in shock, unsure if he was dreaming this. That lasted only for a second, then he kissed her back with a ferocity that surprised him. Maria responded by parting her lips and letting him slip his tongue inside her mouth.

Under normal circumstances John would have hesitated more before taking the next step. However, by now the similarities with his story so far encouraged him to move his hand from her hair to cup one of Maria’s breasts through the light fabric of her dress. As they continued to kiss, he could feel her nipple harden under his touch.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Maria whispered, breaking their kiss.

“Do you want to stop? We don’t have to continue if this makes you uncomfortable,” John offered. But he knew what her answer would be.