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The Willing Cleaning Lady

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: dubyuhsee Posted on: 20 Nov 2003 2 comments
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This is a fantasy that I might like to continue if you readers encourage me. I hope you enjoy it. I wrote it for a woman I know named Kathy. She really liked it!

It was a time in my life when I wasn't sure what I wanted or what was my destiny. I've always been a voyeur and a bit of an exhibitionist. Never bold, but always interested and participative if the right occasion presented itself.

Being widowed and mid-fifties, I really didn't want to put up a front. I love sex, I want sex, I love to show off to women, and I love to watch women pleasure themselves.

I decided it was time to get a housekeeper. Just once a week to clean the windows and dust and vacuum the house. I have often fantasized about "the perfect housekeeper." She would dress the part (short skirt, low-cut or tube top, you get the picture). I thought it would be a good time to get the benefit of a housekeeper, and perhaps fulfill a fantasy or two in the process. But how would I go about it?

I decided to put an ad in the local newspaper

"Housekeeper wanted: To care for home of middle-aged gentleman one day per week. Prefer experienced, middle-aged woman, call 454-555-2200 for interview"

I got ten calls. I turned down no one on the phone and arranged interviews with every applicant in the evening after work.

I decided to be "balls out" during the interviews. I explained to each applicant the housekeeping duties I wanted them to perform. Yes, they had to "do windows" (for a reason you will soon discover). I also explained that at least once a month, I wanted all the baseboards cleaned with soap and water. These requirements, rudimentary as they are, resulted in seven of the applicants being dismissed quickly. The other three advanced to the next stage of the interview process. One was a bit young for my taste (Debbie, no more than 25). Another was mid-forties (Melinda) and the other early fifties (Kathy).

The "next stage of the interview process" was a revelation of my propensity to exhibitionism. To each one I explained that I would be home during their day's work. I wanted them to hose off the back patio. I told each one that I loved to be dressed in shorts only when I'm home, and that I would keep out their way when they were inside. When they were outside, cleaning the patio or the windows, they might see me if they looked inside, and that I might be nude.

To that part of the interview, Debbie called me an old pervert (her response was predictable). Melinda said she was a married, Christian woman and that if I did anything like that to her, she would call her husband and the cops (I didn't expect her prudish reaction, because of the way she dressed and used makeup). Kathy didn't even bat an eyelash. She said she was married but that she wouldn't mind a little excitement in her daily routine. She made it clear that I was to never touch her in a sexual way, that she might or might not look in the windows, and that I must always be clothed with a shirt and pants when she was in the house. What happened when she was outside the house was my own business.

She also said that the normal charge of $80 per day would have to be increased 50% for this special request. I couldn't refuse and we shook hands to make the agreement.

Kathy was tall, about 5'10". A redhead, She was only a little overweight and God had blessed her with large, full breasts. I watched her as she walked away to her car. Her hips swayed just a bit, enough to start me planning for her first day, which was only two days away.

During those two days, I fantasized and masturbated, but only to the edge, never coming. By the time cleaning day rolled around, I was more than ready. Kathy arrived at 9:00 a.m. and I greeted her fully clothed, as agreed. I showed her where the cleaning supplies and vacuums were and told her she could clean the house as she saw fit the first time. If I saw deficiencies, I would point them out to her the following week. She agreed, and I reminded her about the windows and patio. She smiled just a little and said she remembered. She said she wanted to clean the patio and windows first because it was still cool outside and she didn't like to do outside work in the hot afternoon. She said afterward she would clean indoors.

How fortunate for me! I took her outside and showed her what I wanted done. I even pointed out which room each window looked into. She was dressed in jeans and a loose fitting blouse, cut just so I could see the top of her cleavage. She unwound the hose from the reel and said she would get to work right away. I didn't want to waste a moment and went right inside.

I quickly went to the bathroom and slid off my trousers and underwear. That and the anticipation of the last two days gave me an instant erection. I am a bit overweight, and decided to leave my polo shirt on. It's the goods I wanted on display anyway. I poked my head out of the door and looked through the patio door. I could see Kathy hosing down the patio as I had instructed. I moved from room to room, watching her while I gently stroked my cock. The precum had already begun to flow from the head of my cock and my hand and cock were well lubricated. Of course, I had left all the drapes and blinds wide open. With the morning sun streaming in, it was nearly impossible to be coy about it.

Kathy never seemed to look in and stare, but it was easy to see she was glancing as she went about her chores. As this continued for about 10 minutes, I got bolder and moved closer to the nearest window to Kathy. Still no response. She completed cleaning the patio and got out the Windex and towels. My excitement squared as she moved to the kitchen windows. She was going to do them in order, it looked like. So it was going to be kitchen, dining room, living room, bedroom and utility room. The window to the bedroom was a large sliding patio door. It was there I would give my show.

The bedroom was perfect because of the mirrors. I couldn't be missed. Also, it would give me the opportunity to look at her in the closet door mirror, opposite the patio door and with the bed between. I thought looking away from her would make her more comfortable if she looked in.

I took an anal vibrator from the nightstand, pulled the sheets down and lay in bed. I began thinking about her progress and I thought it might take her about 15 minutes to get to the bedroom patio door. That was too long to wait in bed, I might cum and spoil the moment. I wanted to cum while she was watching, if I could arrange it. I got up and went to the kitchen. She was just finishing there and moved on to the dining room window. I stood several feet away and continued to stroke my cock, trying to keep near the edge without going over. Kathy was intent on her work, and seemed not to worry or care if I was jacking off in plain sight.

She finished there and moved on to the living room patio door, identical to the one in the bedroom. Just when she started cleaning that window, it was then I noticed she had unbuttoned not one, but two buttons on her blouse! I could see the flesh under the middle of her bra. I moved a little closer for a better view. As she reached high to clean near the top of the door, her blouse raised and I could just see skin above the tops of her jeans. When she bent over to clean near the bottom of the door, I could look down her blouse and see the fullness of her tits cradled in her bra. They rocked back and forth as she rubbed the glass clean. I realized she was finishing the door and would soon be to the bedroom, so I moved there quickly, stroking my cock as I walked. I felt delicious and charged.

I lay again on the bed. I spread my legs with my crotch toward the door. I put a pillow under my neck and turned my head toward the closet mirrors. I could see the door completely. I continued to jack off, the copious precum let my cock slither through my fingers and palm. I pretended my hand was a woman's pussy, and slowly made love to it. I cupped my balls in my left hand and massaged that wonderfully sensitive spot between my balls and asshole. I put the end of the anal vibrator into a jar of Vaseline and kept it right beside me. Suddenly, there she was. She sprayed a quarter of the door with cleaner and began rubbing it. She didn't seem to notice me yet. I fucked my hand just a little faster, my hips writhing. She couldn't have been more than 8 feet away.

I watched her intently in the mirror as I masturbated. She cleaned the rest of the door panel and moved to the one closer to the bed. She sprayed cleaner on it and began rubbing. She glanced in towards me and quickly then back to the glass. I could see a little look of surprise cross her face. She glanced again and held the gaze for a few seconds. Her lips parted and her rubbing slowed. I could tell she had seen me and knew what she saw. She looked away and continued to rub. She sprayed some more cleaner on the door, right between her face and me. I continued looking at her in the mirror. As she cleaned, I reached for the anal vibrator and guided it into my ass. Her hand stopped rubbing. Her eyes were fixed on my naked, writhing crotch. I lifted my hips, reached underneath my ass and manipulated the vibrator with my left and continued to fuck my right hand with increasing rhythm.

I scooted by ass as close to the edge of the bed as possible, to give her the best, most detailed view. I felt the cum surging to my cock. I lifted my hips as high as I could and continued to fuck my ass with the vibrator. She was still watching intently, and then she put down the cleaning rag and shielded her eyes with her hands to keep out the reflections. I fucked my hand and ass with a little more speed and I began to come.

The first rope flew straight up high and splattered onto my belly. I continued to shoot droplets of cum everywhere and moaned with pleasure. Kathy continued to keep her face to the window. I rubbed the cum all over my cock, balls and ass and I continued to writhe and flip my cock around. At last, I was spent. I collapsed back onto the bed and sat up, facing her. She was smiling! She was bent over at the waist the slightest bit. I could see down her blouse again. It was better than I had ever imagined. I reached for a towel and wiped myself off as I walked to the bathroom. Kathy went back to cleaning the window and I dressed, wondering what she might say when she came back in.