My Cleaning Lady Ch. 01

Now I really did feel like a dirty old man. The fact that I was actually sitting here in front of her ready, willing, and able to expose myself to her told me that. Never mind the fact she was sitting here topless in front of me, she was after all, only topless. A far sight as I saw it from actually taking my cock out and showing it to her. And though she was eighteen, I was still twelve years older than she was, and definitely feeling like a bit of a pervert at the moment.

“Please?” She now added seeing my hesitation. Unfortunately, I was thinking with my dick now instead of my head, standing…already unzipping my shorts, soon after peeling those down my legs along with my briefs simultaneously. My hard prick even caught on the waistband momentarily, suddenly freed, and then slapped against my stomach as I allowed my shorts to now drop down around my ankles. “Nice,” she almost signed…hearing the slap of my prick and seeing it now as it stood fully at attention in front of her.

I’ve never considered myself to be much above average, but even looking down at myself now, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen it harder, or more purple in color as it was now. Throbbing even, along with a big fat droplet of pre-cum drool now forming, and soon stringing out from the tip reaching towards the floor.

“Fuck your hard!” She exclaimed looking at me…or at it rather, her eyes seemingly glued to my cock. “It looks like it’s going to explode any second now!”

She had no idea how close to the truth she was in saying that either. My balls were so tight, I felt sure that had I touched myself, I’d be spewing juice all over the place. Feeling like I’d granted her request at least, the rationalization of all this had me thinking somewhat clearly again as I bent over, preparing to pull my shorts back up.

“Oh no…don’t do that!” She implored me. “Not now…not as hard as it is. Make it cum for me Jack. I want to watch it, watch it spurt. I know you’re dying to. So please Jack…please. Stroke it, and make it come for me. Pretty please?”

I think I would have withstood even that, had she now not done what she did. Faster than I could even comprehend it, she rose up, lifting her ass off the floor just enough, and in one fell swoop, took her very short, sweatpants off. I watched as she sent them flying with the kick of her foot. Her legs now obscenely spread, hands and fingers already down between them. I stood staring at the delicate pink folds of her cunt, the sight of glistening moisture readily evident.

“God I am SO fucking horny!” She spat as she sat fingering herself. “Stroke it for me Jack, stroke it. Jerk it off, make it cum for me, while I make myself cum for you again.”

I knew in an instant. I was done for.

**

Watching Val as she unabashedly sat there finger-fucking herself was too much for me to withstand. I’m not sure I even realized I had taken hold of my own cock until I felt myself actually stroking it, working it up and down. And as I’d already surmised, a few more strokes in doing that, I’d be shooting cream out everywhere.

“Oh yeah…yeah, that’s it, stroke it baby, make it shoot, make it cum really, really hard for me!”

I was standing at least five, maybe six feet away from her when I felt the first massive rope of semen leap from my cock. Incredibly, the first one hitting her squarely between the breasts, though I hadn’t actually meant to do that. Val squealed in surprise and excitement, watching as the second one likewise reached her, falling just a bit shorter,

mostly landing down in her lap, drenching her hand and fingers as she continued to now pummel her cunt with them furiously. She cried out, her orgasm upon her, joining mine as I continued to pump out several additional streamers of spunk until my legs could no longer support me. I collapsed back to the floor, looking on, seeing the trail of cum streaks staining the floor between the two of us.

“You made a mess,” she laughed. “A really nice one,” she giggled loudly, reaching out with her finger to then run it through once such a trail, feeling the stickiness between her fingers. She was certainly right about that. I had indeed made a mess of things, and wondered if I hadn’t made an even bigger one in having done this.

**

At her request, we finished cleaning and putting things away in the bedroom before calling it a day. Naked. Neither one of us bothered to dress again after that, though she said she preferred doing so in the nude. Not only because of the heat, but because it gave her energy in doing it, and in seeing me naked while she did.

I have to admit, it did seem to make the work go a lot faster and easier, though it took me a while to get used to working that way. Not to mention seeing her that way the entire time. Interestingly enough though, it worked. As tired as we both were after a rather strenuous day of cleaning and repairs, I was more than ready to sit down and relax.

“So, feel like ordering a pizza or something? Maybe watch a movie together?” She asked.

I hadn’t really planned on making an evening out of it, but it was obvious she felt like sticking around for a while yet. And to be honest, I didn’t mind. She was fun to look at for one thing, and for another, even though we’d done what we’d done earlier, I had already sorted it out in my mind at least…it was sort of innocent naughty fun. And that nothing more had come from it, no pun intended.

“Sure, any place in particular that you like?”

Excited, she called in the order. “They’ll be here in about twenty minutes.”

“Better get dressed then,” I started looking for my clothes along with my wallet.

“I’m not ready to do that yet,” she answered. “But I am ready for another beer. Want one?”

Oddly enough, my living room was about the only room that was in any semblance of order. Figuring I needed someplace to sit and relax after a day’s work, I’d pretty much cleaned that up myself before putting things to order. As such, I did have the TV and DVD player set up, along with my personal collection of movies. And being the new bachelor that I was, I had also categorized, and actually displayed my X-rated movies, though I hadn’t planned on having company any time soon when I did that. Especially not someone like Val who now knelt looking through them.

“Ah…I’m not sure those are the kind of movies we were talking about watching earlier,” I informed her, feeling slightly embarrassed now that I actually had displayed them as she even then pulled another one out, looking at the title and description.

She ignored my comment as well. “Only seen one other naughty movie,” she said looking at another one. “Ever seen Deep Throat?” She asked. I had, and admitted so, an oldie but a goodie for the times. “This one looks interesting though, can we watch this one? Please?”

I looked at the title. Although why I was even considering her request escaped me for the moment. Maybe it was the fact that out of all my X-rated movies, this one was one of the mildest, based on the content and subject matter at least. It was more voyeuristic and exhibionistic than anything else. And after what we’d done earlier…it wasn’t as though this would be any worse than that. Mostly, it was about a couple who played games watching one another in the apartment complex they lived in, which over time got more and more elaborate as the movie went on.

They didn’t even get together until the very end. And even that part of the movie was more suggestive than actually explicit. Maybe it was because of that I finally relented. I figured if I was actually going to let her watch one while we ate our pizza, this would be the lesser of many evils.

I had gone into the kitchen to wash my hands, grab a couple more beers when the doorbell rang.

“Shit!” I called out. Realizing the pizza guy was here. Which is when I then heard.

“I got it!”

“Shit!” I called out once again, though this time racing back into the living room. By the time I had however, Val was already standing in the open door. Completely and totally nude as she actually accepted the pizza from the guy.

“Just a second, I’ll get your money,” she said smiling, though I stayed far enough inside the room that I couldn’t see him. Already my mind is going a hundred miles an hour as to what the pizza guy must be thinking. Val turned walking over towards me as I stood there stupidly, only then fishing out my wallet. “It’s eighteen seventy five,” she said grinning from ear to ear. For the moment at least, all I could do was shake my head at her as I handed her a twenty, and as she handed me the pizza box. I then attempted to hand her a couple of extra bucks for a tip. She laughed.

“I think I’ve already tipped him well enough,” she grinned once more, and then headed back to the open door where the young kid stood waiting for her.

She handed him the money, stood for a moment more in the open doorway, and then stepped back finally closing it.

“Always wanted to do that,” she grinned looking at me as she came back inside.

I had to laugh. Maybe I had never delivered pizza, but I had gone door-to-door selling magazines when I was a lot younger, and never once had anyone opened the door even halfway naked in the year I had done that. Though I had friends who made wild claims saying they had. And now, here I was on the other side, realizing that this young kid may go racing back to lay this story on his friends. I wondered how many of those would believe him.

“Five will get you ten, the next time I order pizza from them, there will be a car load of pizza guys showing up to deliver it.”

“Well if you decide to, just call me and have me come over then. I’d hate for them to show up and be disappointed,” she giggled back. “That really was exhilarating though. Especially the way he stood there blushing, trying NOT to look at me, but stealing glances at me anyway. It was kinda cute too. Too bad he really wasn’t.”

“Yeah…too bad,” I thought. “Good for me,” though I then wondered why I found myself thinking that.

“Anyway…I’ll get some paper towels for the pizza. Why don’t you start the movie and then we’ll sit down and enjoy it together,” Val continued as I watched her head back into the kitchen. My eyes glued to her cute little ass the entire time.

“What the hell am I doing?” I then thought to myself as I actually inserted the movie into the DVD player. I had the feeling that the night was far from over yet.

**

It was interesting to note here. Seeing the movie the second time was far more erotic than it had been the first time. Obviously because I was sitting there watching it with an attractive (naked) eighteen year old for one thing. But also because I was watching her almost more than the movie. Just seeing the intensity on her face, the obvious flushed arousal as she oohed and ahhed throughout most of it. Sitting on her side of the “L” shaped couch, also afforded me the luxury of periodically catching her.

There were times when her hand just dropped down between her legs, and though not quite openly masturbating, she was at times actually fondling and touching herself, not even realizing that she was perhaps. But of course I’d also caught myself doing the same. It was almost automatic at times, likewise getting involved, interested in a particular scene, or in her…and finding my hand wrapped around my dick for a moment. A few times I caught her looking over at me too, always that damnable smile on her face. A knowing look at spoke volumes, as though she wanted to say or mention something, and then didn’t…as though waiting.

When the movie finally ended, I thought I was going to burst, and was now anxiously waiting for her to call it a night and go home, so that I could finish jerking myself off again. And though I had done so earlier in front of her obviously, I felt that now to be one of those “once in a blue moon” experiences, and not likely to be repeated here any time soon.

Boy was I wrong.

When she actually stood up, picking up her empty beer bottle, I initially thought she was gathering things up, straightening up in preparation for leaving.

“Don’t worry about doing that. I’ll clean up first thing in the…” I never finished. Val walked over carrying her empty bottle with her, and promptly sat down on the ottoman sitting in front of me. I looked at her with the last words frozen inside my mouth, taken by surprise for one thing, and not entirely sure of what it was she was doing for another. Until she grinned. And as she grinned, she looked at me, or rather at my stiff hard dick, which I just happened to have my hand wrapped around at the moment.

“Yeah, do it again for me Jack…while I watch you,” she said. And then spread her own legs, moving the empty beer bottle down between them, slowly and teasingly entering the neck of the bottle inside herself as I sat there looking on.

There was something wickedly decadent about seeing her doing this. I’d never seen anyone do that for one thing. And now watching her as she did, as she obviously drew pleasure from it, slipping the bottle inside her until she couldn’t push it in any further. She partially withdrew it, pushed it in again, and then held it there, grinding it against herself.

“God that feels nasty,” she mused lustily. “But so is watching you, holding your dick. Now…stroke it for me. Let me see you play with it. And don’t just pump it up and down either Jack. Play with it the way you like to do when you’re all alone and thinking really naughty, dirty thoughts.

I want to see you play with it when you’re doing it that way. Like the way you’re seeing me playing with myself now, using this bottle. Though I’d be glad to fuck my pussy for you with anything you’d like to see me using. I like to try different stuff all the time. Bottles work ok…like this one, though there’s a lot of other stuff I actually prefer using.”

I was so fucking hard I thought I was going to go off again any moment. Just listening to her as she spoke, as she played with herself, fucking herself with the bottle, and now imagining all sorts of lewd, evil wicked things going inside her.

I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this for her…in front of her. But just sitting there hearing her, listening to her was really turning me on. Unlike anyone ever had before. She was so fucking wet, the sounds her pussy was making as she fucked herself with the bottle, and the entire time, talking to me, urging me on. I’d always been titillated by a woman’s willingness to talk dirty to me on occasion, but in all this time…it was never like this.

It was almost second nature to her the way I saw it. And because she was, I actually found myself toying with my own dick in ways I would never have done in front of anyone else. I enjoyed pulling on the head of my prick, just teasing the tip with my fingers, which she seemed to take a great deal of joy and delight in watching me do.

“Fuck that’s hot,” she literally purred. “I like seeing you do that. You like hearing how wet my pussy is? Can you hear that Jack? Can you hear how messy wet I’m getting? All that girl cream my cunt’s making for you? Watching you? Watching the way you’re sitting there playing with that nice hard fucking dick of yours?”

“Ah huh…” I managed to answer, content to just sit there and listen to her, watch her as she continued to spin the bottle in her pussy.

“You gonna squirt all over my tits for me baby? When you cum? Drench them both for me? Jack my tits with your gooey, slimy semen? Let me feel your hot nasty spunk spraying all over these big fat, floppy tits?” She now asked picking them up in her hands, holding them together, and even somehow managing to press her nipples so that they were actually rubbing against one another. And all the while with that fucking beer bottle sticking out of her cunt. It was just too fucking hot.

“Oh god. I’m gonna lose it babe!” I said, face already starting to grimace here. “I am so…fucking close!”

“Then do it baby! Do it!” She said still holding onto one of her tits, though her hand went back down to the bottle as she started to ram it in and out of herself with a lot more force now. Trying to time her climax to mine perhaps, though I fought the urge to release myself, trying to let her catch up to me maybe. Though I needn’t have worried. She just looked into my eyes, let me see her “cummy face” and came. I exploded as well.

Looking down, seeing the first massive spurt of my cock as the cum flew from the tip, arching high into the air, and then raining down on her as she sat there…still cumming, still working that beer bottle in and out of her cunt. And all the while crying out.

“Squirt baby squirt! That’s it… spunk me, squirt me, splash me, cum me…cum me…cum me!”

**

We had actually gotten dressed after that. I had watched her put her top back on, over her cum-covered tits. She’d made a point out of leaving them that way, cum-splattered and smeared as she almost gingerly put her sweat top back on, leaving her bra as I realized, to continue to hang over the shower rod in the upstairs bathroom. I laughed when she actually carried our empty beer bottles into the kitchen, tossing them into the trash, including the one she’d just used on herself. I was half-tempted to take it out again, and if nothing else, just smell it after she’d gone.

OK…so I did that.

“So, what time tomorrow do you think?” She asked just before stepping outside onto the porch.

“Whenever you’d like,” I told her. “You don’t have to make it early though if you don’t wish. It is Sunday, so if you want to sleep in a little, go ahead. I usually sleep in a little on Sunday’s myself.”

“Well, we’ll get a lot more done before it gets hot again. But even if you’re not up yet when I come over, there’s still things I can do that won’t require your help. Do you have an extra key you can give me so I can let myself in?”

I laughed. “Don’t tell anyone, but I rarely lock my back door. I’m a light sleeper anyway. But there’s certainly nothing here worth stealing yet either.”

“Ok, will see you in the morning then,” she said walking over and actually standing up on tiptoe enough to kiss my cheek. “I’ll have the coffee on and waiting for you,” she added to that, giving me another kiss. “And Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for a really wonderful day. It sure made working a whole lot more fun and easier.” And with that, Val stepped outside and disappeared.

I certainly had to agree with her on that point. It had done that. Though I was still feeling a little guilty about allowing myself to let things go as far as they did. Even as I argued with myself all the way upstairs, where I now sat and blew up the air mattress I’d been sleeping on for a while. I was already hoping that we’d spend another day of naked cleaning and repairing together.

In the morning, I wouldn’t be disappointed either. But the surprises that lay ahead were only just the beginning.

**

To be continued…