0 comments/ 21998 views/ 2 favorites Cleaning House By: AgentMeow Edward was through the threshold before Lee even had a chance to say "Welcome" and was talking a mile a minute on his cell phone. He put up a finger to "Shush" her, but she'd learned long before not to interrupt him when he was talking on the thing. She closed the door and followed behind him into the main living room. When he snapped it shut, he quickly looked around and said, "Well, Lee, it's good you could have everyone reconvene here. It's not in your job description to play hostess, but with the office being painted, it's illegal or inhumane or something to require that people stay within its walls. This way, we can have our team meeting, and since you live the closest, it's very convenient." "Yes, but I don't know..." "OK, let's just move these couches out of the way and bring over those kitchen chairs you have," Edward was already on the move. He picked up a giant stuffed cat pillow Lee had. Behind him, she clenched her hands and cursed herself for leaving it out. But how could she have known he was coming over? How could she have planned he would be in her own house, right here, and have thought to put away her silly girly stuff? "What. The. Fuck, Lee?" Edward said that more to himself than anything, and tossed the pillow behind a chair and covered it with some blankets. Lee hurried over with two chairs strung onto her arms. "Good. What else do we need? Where is the..." Lee held her breath as he cut himself short. He was staring at the carpet. "How long have you lived here, Lee?" "Um, four years. Four years in March is my anniversary." "Your anniversary," he said nasally, mocking her. "And how often do you clean this place?" Lee felt herself flush. "I clean all the time! Like once a week! On weekends! So, I guess it's been a few days. Um... why?" "This carpet is filthy. It's disgusting." "I don't think it's... it's not so bad... maybe a few cat hairs..." Edward grabbed Lee's shoulder and forced her down eye-level with the floor. She refused to give herself the pleasure of thinking about the position their bodies were in. If they were naked, and if she moved back an inch or two, he could slip inside of her and wrap his arms around her front to play with her breasts. "Lee?" "Edward, no, I don't, I don't know. Maybe it's the light or something. I didn't notice." "We can't have company personnel coming into this pigsty and what, sitting in a pile of cat hair, candle wax, and whatever else you thought you could store on the floor here? Don't you care what people think?" Lee was close to tears. Why was Edward being so awful to her? Maybe he was just upset they had to relocate their planning meeting. She vowed to up her cleaning, but was doubtful he'd ever return to inspect it. "Edward, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What can I do? What can I do! Wait!" Lee pounded up the stairs and returned dragging a vacuum cleaner. As she bent to plug it in, Edward grasped her arm again. She couldn't stop herself from staring down at his thick, strong fingers circling her flesh. "You've already done enough. Thank goodness I got here early, before everyone else. It needs to be steam cleaned." Lee straightened up. "Is there time? I can drive over to the grocery store and get one." Edward was already rifling through his pockets. "You, Lee, are the luckiest girl in the world. You better understand that damn well. I was using one in my house yesterday, and it is in my truck for me to return on my way home from work this evening." When an excited little gasp escaped from Lee's throat, Edward silenced it with a glare. "Do you know how much trouble you could have been in otherwise?" Lee shook her head. "What do I do? Should I go get it? Give me your keys, you sit, I'll get it." "No, no, don't be dumb. You're going to do something else for me. As I said, I got here early, and our coworkers aren't due for two hours. You're going to entertain me till then, while I do this crap work you should have been doing already." "Sure, sure, Edward. Do you want some music? I have some that you like. Do you want me to bake up something yummy? Or get the crossword puzzle books?" Edward just rolled his eyes. "Go stand in the center of the room." He waited as she did. "When I get back in here, you're going to be standing in your underwear. Just that. Remove everything else. If you..." He paused while she tried to interrupt him, but thought better of it. "When I get back, I will give you further instructions. You will comply, you will not speak, unless I ask you to. Do not fuck this up Lee. You're already on thin ice." He turned and stormed out the door. Lee heard the secondary wind door slam behind him and immediately commenced panicking. "Oh my god! What the hell! What should I do? Go lock myself in my room? He won't be able to get in. Well, he's good with tools, I'm sure he could take a door off simple hinges. What kind of request is that? Can he do that? Am I ok? Am I ok with it? What should I do?" She then remembered the state of her underwear and flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. For some reason (certainly not this one, this could never have been pre-supposed), Lee had on her best underwear today. It was her one splurge, the one matching set she could afford. A gorgeous silky floral, with a main color of lime green, the bra seemed to give her half an extra cup size, and hugged her two breasts together creating a sumptuous cleavage she had to touch to believe. The panties fit her like a second skin. They were actually sexier on, leaving the viewer to wonder what they were gently cupping beneath them. "I could maybe do this. Why would he want me to?" She was bewildered. She heard his truck door slam and immediately jerked her jeans around her ankles. "I guess I am doing this." With a deep breath, she kicked off her shoes, jeans, and was just in the midst of pulling her sweater over her head when Edward stepped through the door lugging the steam cleaner. He stopped to gaze at her as she settled into a shaky position, not knowing what to do with her arms, settling for crossing them behind her. "That's what you wore to work today?" He asked her. She looked down at her body. "Well, yes. I mean, remember, I had clothes over it..." "Why would you wear that if you didn't plan on anyone seeing it?" "I... I don't know." Edward plugged the steam cleaner into the wall outlet. "Lee, turn around." She did as he asked, feeling his eyes biting into her from behind. "Now, bend over and if you can touch the floor do it, keeping your back straight." Lee attempted what he asked, feeling worrisome about her stomach rolls and everything piling up around there. She heard Edward scuffling around with the machine settings, and when the loud noise whirred on, she straightened up. Edward immediately barked to her, "Did I say you could stand up? Get back down!" And she did. Edward scooted the machine into the room's corners, then came within a few feet of her. "Lee, stand straight." She did. She didn't manage eye contact with him. "Take off your bra." He watched as she slowly did, then held his hand out for it. When she gave it to him, he ran his fingers over the silky cups and fingered the thin straps. He laughed as she fidgeted, not knowing how to pose. "I'm going to clean around you. Don't worry, this thing won't suck up your little feet. But you can keep your hands busy stroking yourself. That's right, put your hands on your breasts. Do it, Lee!" He continued to stand in front of her as she slowly placed her palms on each of her breasts, hiding the growing nipples. Then she cupped them- they fit perfectly inside her hands, Edward noticed. "Pull them out, squish them together," he instructed her as he flipped on the machine and recommenced cleaning. He made sure to keep an eye on her the entire time. Lee tried to focus on his work and not what she was doing to herself. When he had half the floor finished, he shut the machine off again, and Lee silently cursed herself, knowing something else was coming. "Take off your panties, Lee." "Edward, I..." "Do it now, Lee! Do you not see what I'm doing? I'm your boss, cleaning your floor! Your dirty, filthy, disgusting floor. Is that in the employee handbook? I don't think so! So do it this instant!" By the time he had finished, she was standing before him naked. Again, her hands fluttered around her body, but she found a place for them folding and smoothing the material of her tiny panties, but he snatched them away. He ran them under his nose and draped the fabric across his cheek. "Stand with your back straight and breasts out. Now, take each of your hands, and pull open your pussy lips, pushing them wide open so I can see inside you while I clean. If you even hesitate for a minute, I'm going to make you eat all the crap that this thing has sucked up." Lee's eyes bulged, and Edward wondered if he'd gone too far. But she slowly did as he asked. He stared at the naked girl in front of him, posing like a statue and offering her insides up to him, just him. He abandoned the machine and took a seat on the futon, in front of which she stood. His face came level with her pussy. Lee started to shake.. "I'm not done telling you what to do, Lee," Edward said in a quieter voice. "Now that you're spread open for me, put a finger inside yourself. With the other hand, rub your clit. Pull up on the skin there, show me, show me." Lee shivered before him. "Edward..." "Lee, if you stop doing what I ask..." "No, Edward, it's not that." "What is it?" He was transfixed by the pomegranate-colored skin inside her folds. "The cleaning. The cleaning isn't finished." He rose up, grabbing one nipple in his fingers and yanking it so hard she bend forward, gasping. "No, no, no Edward. I'm so sorry, not that. Not that. Not the carpet." He let her go, and was pleased to see her immediately reach back and dive her fingers back into her pussy. "What is it then?" "It's, it's the vacuum. There's something else it needs." "What are you talking about?" He reached up again, this time softly, and ran his palm over her still-hard nipples. She sighed. "There's, ah, um, another vacuum? That needs to do some work." "Can you please just speak like a human and not an alien?" He started playing with her public hair, lightly pulling the strands, pushing a finger close to where hers were still moving back and forth. Lee removed her hands and sunk down to the floor, wrapping her long arms around Edward's jean-clad legs. "Um, like... a Hoover. Suction. Sucking. I think..." Edward wrapped his hand around the back of Lee's neck. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Lee's entire face lit up. "Oh, God, yes yes yes yes yes yes. Please, Edward, let me suck you," she moaned. He patted the side of the futon and she scrambled up. Her naked body curled up a bit and her fingers wrestled with his belt. She batted away his hands ("Let me do it!") and finally freed his erection. Edward gasped for air as she slammed her throat down upon him. For a moment he was content to watch her bob up and down on him, but then he remembered the rest of her was there too, and naked. He played with her breasts that were hanging down and bobbing back and forth as her body shook. He thrust his fingers inside of her, almost cumming immediately with the thought that he was filling her from both ends of her body, entirely consuming her with his ownership. He felt her pulse around his fingers, and felt himself growing huge to the point of no return. "I'm going to cum," he whispered to her, one hand in her dark hair, other fingers buried deep inside her pussy. She moaned as he exploded in her throat, then collapsed in a small ball half on top of him when he was done. "You better have gotten it all," he said, quietly laughing. "If we have any strange stains when the other employees arrive, you're going to have a hell of a lot of explaining to do." Cleaning House It had been a long day of cleaning, Christian and Karmen were exhausted but the work needed to get done. Christian was working on the ceiling fan when he looked over to see Karmen on her knees hand scrubbing the floor. She was working so hard, bent down, breaking out in a sweat. Her skin shone slightly with the glisten of perspiration. It was a hot muggy day and the temperatures had been up near 40 degrees Celsius. The apartment they were scouring before they moved out was sweltering hot. He watched her, busy with her task she didn't notice him looking at her with a look of lust in his eyes. Christian adored Karmen, he loved her raven hair, supple breasts, small waist and smooth ass. Watching her on her knees he began to imagine how it would be to make love to her on that wet floor, how warm her body would feel against his, how sweet her kisses would be on his neck. With a groan, Karmen kneeled up, her back aching from the immense task of cleaning the tile floor. Her clothing was annoying her, it was so hot but the job needed to get done. She turned around and saw Christian on a stool fixing the ceiling fan. He was in a white tank top and white khaki shorts. Karmen loved it when he would wear tank tops, showing off his well-sculpted muscular arms. She loved being held there, close to his chest. Day dreaming, Karmen imagined herself walking to Christian, running her hands over his body, kissing every inch of him and then driving him mad with teasing till he would take her right then and there. Sighing, Karmen smiled and started to get back to work. "Would you like something to drink hon?" asked Christian as he went the fridge and grabbed the ice cubes and some glasses. "Oh yes please, I am overheating, ugh its too hot today!" exclaimed Karmen. She walked towards Christian, taking an ice cube from him she placed it on her chest and gasped at the cold. Rubbing the ice cube across her collarbone, the ice started melting instantly against her and leaving trails of water flowing down into her shirt and on her breasts. It felt so good, so refreshing. Christian couldn't take it anymore, he put the ice and glasses on the counter, and pulled Karmen into his arms. He began to kiss her wildly, on the neck, biting ever so gently at her skin. She gasped at the spontaneity of his passion and was immediately enveloped in his arms and his kisses. Running his hands over her body, he pulled off her shirt, throwing it to the ground. Removing his own shirt quickly they both laid down on the floor. Karmen ran her hands over his chest and kissed him so feverishly. Christian began kissing her stomach as he moved lower down on her body, caressing her breasts that were trapped in her bra. Karmen undid her bra, releasing her bosom from their entrapment, loving the air caressing her skin almost as much as her lover. Christian knelt up and licked her left nipple, gently biting it and teasing till it was hard. Moaning with so much arousal Karmen couldn't take it anymore. "Take me, please, oh I want you in me!" she cried out! Christian grabbed her pants and pulled them off so fast she was shocked. He teased her wet pussy with his hand while he removed his own pants. He loved watching her, in full pleasure, body writhing on the damn tile floor she had just washed. Teasing her clit with his thumb she was crying out for more and more. Before she could get out the next word, he entered her tight pussy. Screaming out, Karmen felt an orgasm rush through her body as he ravaged her with his thrusts. Harder and harder he pushed himself into her. Both of them were moaning loudly as they were making love. Christian kissed her hard, feeling her body tighten around his cock, her hands holding him close to her. Moaning loudly, Christian came inside her, holding her shaking body close to his. Her final orgasm had nearly paralyzed her, making her so weak and feel so good. Laying down beside his love, Christian held her in his arms as she quivered still with pleasure. He heard a small giggle. "What is so funny?" he asked smiling. "Well I was thinking, I have to wash this damn floor again now!" Karmen replied laughing harder and harder. Their stolen moment of passion was so intense she forgot about the work and the heat. Laying in his arms, she remained giggling a bit, but thinking of how much she loved him. The End Cleaning House The wind whipped across my face, the frigid February air stinging the back of my neck as I walked home from a night out with my girl friends. It was late on a Friday evening and I was cursing myself for not having simply stayed the night with one of them, but it wasn't much farther so I pulled my coat tighter around my body and trudged onward past the neighbors darkened houses. I stepped into the driveway opposite my home hoping to get a bit of respite from the unforgiving wind. There was a blue glow emanating from the front picture window and I silently wondered what our neighbor was doing still awake at 11:30 at night. Mr. Jenkins had lived on our street my whole life. A grandfatherly type, he enjoyed sitting on his front porch during the summer months, sipping iced tea and watching the neighborhood activity. More out of boredom than anything else, I crept forward to the porch steps to look through the window at the large TV screen. The porch steps squeaked under my weight and I stopped, willing them to be silent. I continued to pick my way carefully across the porch. As the screen came into view, I was momentarily shocked at the scene playing out on Mr. Jenkins flat screen TV. My elderly neighbor was watching porn. On the screen, a nude blonde with unnaturally large breasts was straddling a man with enormous biceps. As her globe-like breasts bounced up and down, she was simultaneously fellating another man with a freakishly large penis. As the scene played out I side-stepped my way onto the porch, looking for my neighbor. I spied Mr. Jenkins seated in his recliner, his eyes half closed as he focused on the screen. He seemed to be enthralled with his movie and I stepped closer, hoping not to be caught. My view was obstructed by the curtains, I could only imagine what he was doing. From what I could see, he was nude and his hand was in his lap. His mouth hung partially open and his tongue snaked out to lick his lips occasionally. As I stood watching I gasped involuntarily, imagining the small moans of pleasure escaping his lips as he pleasured himself. Despite the cold a warm rush swept over me. A dull ache began in my clit as I imagined, rather than saw, his shaft. I wondered if he was imagining himself fucking the blonde or if he preferred the oral gratification. The blonde continued to bounce as she sucked. Standing on the porch, my feet grew numb from the cold. I couldn't seem to break free of the scene, ignoring the freezing weather, the excitement built inside me as I watched the older man's motions grow frantic. I waited, knowing his climax was near, as his eyes closed and he leaned his head back, the screen forgotten, another wave of excitement passed over me, and I knew he was finished, his hand slowly coming to rest at the top of his thigh. His chest heaving with the breathlessness of release. I waited a moment and them slowly made my way off of the porch and across the street to my house. It was nearly two in the morning when I finally climbed into bed. My feet tingled as they warmed, the sharp pains a reminder of the time standing on the porch. I fell into a restless sleep and dreamed of Mr. Jenkins. The next morning at the breakfast table, I yawned as I moved the scrambled eggs around my plate while my mother yammered on about the chores she needed me to do over the weekend. I nodded absently as she ticked off laundry and errands that would take most of my afternoon. All I really wanted was a nap, but I knew that there was no way to convince my mother that I should be excused from the standard weekend chores. "Here's the grocery list." She handed two small squares of paper to me and I glanced at the items on it, trying to decipher her hand writing. "Why is it broken into two lists?" I asked curious as to the break in our usual routine. "One is for us, the other list is for Mr. Jenkins across the street." My ears perked up at the mention of our neighbor. "He's been trying to find someone to help him out with errands and things, but in the mean time I offered to help him with some errands." I raised my eyebrows at her. "You mean you offered my help." I smiled at her, "I don't mind, though." "You're a good kid." She smile back at me, though I doubt if she had seen the movie playing across the street, that she would have allowed me anywhere near the old guy. I finished my breakfast and showered. Pulling on jeans and a sweater I grabbed my mom's car keys and set out for the grocery store. Working my way through the aisles, I collected all of the items on both lists, taking care to keep them separated. I checked out and headed back to our neighborhood. I stopped at home first as our list contained a greater number of perishables and then carried Mr. Jenkins' two bags across the street. Stepping onto the porch, the memory of what I'd seen the night before came rushing into the forefront of my mind and the dull ache in my clit returned. I rapped gently on the door. Mr. Jenkins appeared almost immediately, his gray hair damp from the shower, he was dressed in a blue tee shirt and jeans. "I brought your groceries," I smiled at him as he swung the door open and I stepped into the warmth of his home. "Thanks, Jade." He gestured to the kitchen, "Just set them on the table." I set the bags down where he indicated and began taking the perishables out without being asked. An idea had been forming in my mind all day. "Mom says you're looking for someone to help you out with errands and stuff." I opened the refrigerator and started placing the items inside. "Yes," he was rummaging through the second bag setting aside items for the cupboards. "I figure it's my birthday gift to myself." "I didn't know it was your birthday." I turned to face him. "Sixty-five last week." He smiled at me, handing the cans of vegetables over the table, "That cabinet right there, dear." He continued his explanation, "I'm all alone here, no kids, and I really don't care to spend any more time than I have to going to the grocery or vacuuming the living room. I figure I owe it to myself as a reward for finally retiring and I have the money so..." I stacked the cans in the cabinet and carefully considered what I was about to say. "Um, would you consider hiring me?" I asked shyly, still picturing his hand working furiously in the recliner. "You'd be interested in that kind of work?" He asked, surprised by my interest in cleaning and shopping for him. "Sure," I shrugged facing him, "I'm not leaving for school until next fall, and I've been looking for a job since the Express closed." I'd opted to take a year off from school after graduating the previous May, and the retail store I had been working at closed the month before. "You're hired." He laughed gently, "When can you start?" "I can start today, if you'd like." I beamed at him, and eyed the dirty dishes in the sink. "No, no." He said, "Enjoy today and come back tomorrow morning at 10. You and I will work out a schedule and discuss the pay." He reached out for a hand shake. "Thanks, Mr. Jenkins, you won't regret it." I smiled at him. I skipped home and told my mother that Mr. Jenkins was no longer looking for someone to help him out. She seemed pleased, but baffled. "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, judging from your room, have you ever even used a vacuum?" She was half teasing. "This is different, he's going to pay me." I laughed and made a mental note to clean up my room, just to be nice. Sunday morning, I woke and dressed carefully, choosing a pair of faded jeans and a sweater that fight like a second skin. The soft white fabric hugging the curves of my chest, accentuating the small swell of my breasts. The jeans rode low on my hips and I knew that if I reached up or bent over the sweater would ride up to reveal smooth bare skin and hints of my white thong panties would peak out of the waistband of my jeans. Pulling on my favorite worn suede boots, I sprinted across the street and knocked on the door at exactly 10 am. "Good morning!" Mr. Jenkins opened the door for me, "Right on time." He led me into the kitchen and gestured for me to take a seat. He set a slice of coffee cake and glass of juice in front of me. "So this is what I was thinking," He began as I sipped my juice, "I need you to come in three days a week to do light housework and then I need you to run errands for me on Saturday." "Okay," I nodded in agreement, picking at the coffee cake in front of me, "Will you have a list for me?" "Yes, I will leave a list on the kitchen table if I'm not home and on Saturday I'll give you a list of errands I need done. Groceries, pharmacy and dry cleaner are the three that come to mind, but I'm sure there will be other things along the way." "Sounds good." I smiled brightly at him over the glass of juice. "Here's an extra key to the front door, and a spare car key. You can use my car to run the Saturday errands." "Okay," I was a bit surprised at the offer but realized that it made sense since I didn't have my own car. "I don't really care what time you come in, so whatever you prefer is fine. What were you thinking?" "Well, I don't really have much to do during the week, so I was thinking I'd come in during the mornings, around 9?" I offered. "Sounds good," He sipped his coffee and chuckled, "There's only me to clean up after so it shouldn't consume too much of your time. I figure two or three hours a day and $200 a week." "Good," I agreed quickly, "Though I don't mind if it takes longer." "It shouldn't." He set the cup down and smiled, "So do we have a deal? Will you be my 'Girl Friday'?" "Absolutely." I smiled at him sweetly. I left a few moments later with the spare keys and an envelope containing the list of tasks I was to accomplish the following day. Mr. Jenkins explained that he had a doctor's appointment at nine and would not be able to let me in the next morning. I promised to do a good job and spent the rest of the day cleaning my room to show my mother that I could do the job. The next morning I let myself into my neighbor's house and immediately started with the dishes in the sink, there were only a few and as I loaded the dishwasher I took in the quiet of the unoccupied house. Mr. Jenkins kept the house at a tropical temperature and I made a mental note to dress in layers as the sweat started to trickle down my chest from the heat. Once the kitchen had been set to rights, I moved down the list into the living room, dusting the giant flat screen TV. I dusted the shelves below, taking in the DVD titles, though I didn't see any that suggested the type of pornographic images I'd seen. Smiling, I wondered where he'd hidden them. I continued to sweat as I worked the vacuum over the carpet and dusted the end tables, fluffing his couch pillows and straightening the magazines on the table beside his recliner. I looked for evidence of his self-pleasure in the form of stains, but there were none. I scrubbed the toilets, wiped down the counters and mirrors. As I worked my way through his house I snooped, looking for the pornography that I knew he had and any other clues to his sexual desires and activities. In the bedroom I found several copies of men's magazines in the drawer next to the bed. The pages were filled with lusty blondes and buxom brunettes spread eagle and shaved bare while faceless men were either fucking them senseless or being sucked by them. Their faces frozen in abject pleasure. In the drawer with the magazines was a tube of lubricant and a box of tissues. My clit throbbed at the thought of my neighbor stroking himself as he flipped through the pages of the magazine. I put the magazines back where I'd found them and continued cleaning the bedroom. I changed the sheets, as the list indicated and tossed the dirty linens into the washing machine. It took me the better part of three hours to finish the list and Mr. Jenkins still hadn't returned, so I went home. On Wednesday, I noticed the absence of his car, so I let myself into the house and found a short note on the table outlining the tasks he wished done and set about my work. Half-way through the list, he came home, whistling as he entered the kitchen. "Finding everything okay?" He asked cheerfully. "Uh huh, I think so." I continued mopping the floor, dismayed that I would be unable to continue my surreptitious search for the DVD collection as he grabbed a water from the fridge. "You did an excellent job on Monday," He complimented and I stood pushing the stray hair back from my face. "Thanks!" I smiled at him, my forehead damp from exertion, I felt my tee shirt sticking to my skin as he gazed over me. "I think this will work out fine." He seemed genuinely happy with my work. I finished my work in silence as he sat in his recliner reading the paper. "See you Friday," I chirped as I gathered my things and let myself out. Friday dawned bright and clear and when I let myself into Mr. Jenkins house, I called out a hello to let him know I was there. "Be right there!" He called from the rear of the house. I immediately stripped off my sweatshirt, the temperature in the house was stifling. He found me a moment later in the kitchen, he was still wearing his bathrobe, though his hair was wet as if he'd just gotten out of the shower. "Sorry," he blushed as he pulled the robe tighter around himself, "I over slept this morning." "Do you want me to come back later?" I offered. "No, it's fine." He waved my offer away, "I'll just go get dressed and you can start in here." I went about the task of dishes first and by the time I finished loading the dishwasher he was back and fully clothed. He grabbed his car keys and said he was going out for breakfast with friends and hoped to be back in about an hour. As soon as he left, I picked up on the task of finding his movies. Half an hour later, I hit pay dirt in the guest room. Hidden in a box on the closet shelf was a collection of movies with titles like "Slutty College Girls" and "Wet and Wild Teens". There were fifteen movies in all and anther set of magazines promising "barely legal" girls wearing short pleated skirts and not much else. Feeling triumphant as I flipped through the pages, I felt the familiar stirrings of need between my legs. My clit throbbed and I wondered what Mr. Jenkins thought when he watched his movies. Putting the box back where I'd found it, I finished cleaning the guest room and was stashing the vacuum in the closet when he returned from breakfast. "Perfect timing," I said as I picked up my sweatshirt from the back of the chair, "I just finished." "Excellent," He said, and pulled his wallet out from his pocket. "Here is the list of errands for tomorrow, whenever you want you can come over and get the car. I don't have anywhere to go, so there's no need to worry about that." He handed me the list and a wad of cash. "I'll probably go first thing in the morning," I promised, "The grocery store is less crowded then." "Whenever," He smiled at me, "And when you get here, I'll have your paycheck ready." I went home wondering if he'd be playing his movies that night. I backed Bill's car out of his driveway at 9 thing the next morning, stopping at the dry cleaners first, I continued to the pharmacy and picked up his prescriptions. The grocery store was mostly deserted and I made quick work of the list. I made a final stop at the post office on my way back to Mr. Jenkins house. I let myself in and went straight to the kitchen to put away the groceries. I was bent over loading the perishables into the fridge when Mr. Jenkins sensed rather than saw him come into the kitchen. A few moments passed before he spoke and I wondered if he was admiring my ass. "Hi, Jade." He called casually as moved to table to inspect the grocery bags. "Hi, Mr. Jenkins." I stood and moved to the counter where I had placed the dry goods. "Would you like some coffee?" "That would be great." He replied speaking to my back as I reached up to put the cans away, my tee shirt riding up to reveal the creamy smooth skin of my back. I turned to face him, his eyes passing over my bust and hips. He smiled self consciously and I felt a rush of gratification as his gaze lingered over my petite breasts. I poured a mug of coffee for him and he settled into a chair, chatting amiably as I worked my way around the kitchen storing his purchases. Finished, I sat down across from him at the table, and he set an envelope down. "For you, my dear." He laughed, "I have to say, you'll make someone a wonderful wife some day." "Thanks," I grinned at him, "I think." "It is most definitely a compliment," He assured me, "I am pleased with the job you've done this week and if you are available, I'd like to talk about increasing your hours – and the pay of course." "I don't know how much cleaner this place can get." I looked around wondering exactly what else he could need me to do. "Can you cook?" He asked with a teasing smile. "Actually, I can." I brightened at the thought of cooking meals for him. "Excellent!" He smiled, "I was thinking you could come Tuesdays and Thursdays and make a few meals up, and just store them in the fridge for me. For say an extra $100 a week?" "That works." I nodded, "Would it be alright if I came in the afternoons on those days?" "That's fine, Jade." He patted my hand, "I think this will work out well for both of us." "I think so too, Mr. Jenkins." I stood to leave. "Oh, and Jade?" He said, "Call me Bill." "Okay," I added softly, "Bill, I'll see you Monday morning." That night at dinner I told my mom, how happy Bill was with my work, and that he'd asked to increase my hours. She seemed surprised, but genuinely pleased that I was so willing to help him out. "That's great!" She gaped at the increased salary too, "And it's good that he has some company over there. I always worry that he's lonely." I went to bed thinking about the DVDs and hoping I'd have another chance to snoop through them. The next three weeks went by in a blur, I cooked, cleaned and shopped for Bill. Most of the time he sat in his recliner and read, but sometimes we chatted as I worked. He told me about his years in Korea as an infantryman and then about his years as an investment consultant for a major US insurance company. In return I talked to him about my friends and the classes I was taking at the local community college. I was rarely alone during those weeks and as the weather started to warm and the spring flowers burst out of the thawing earth, I began to wonder if I'd ever get a chance to snoop through his magazines again. On the second Friday of March, I let myself into the house to find it echoed with emptiness. In the kitchen was a note from Bill stating that he had an early meeting out of town with friends and that he wouldn't be home until late that afternoon. At first I felt a rush of excitement at the prospect of being able to rummage through his things looking for his hidden secrets, but after the initial rush, I realized I was disappointed that Bill wouldn't be there to pass the time with me. I'd grown fond of him and his stories. Leaving the note on the table I set about my usual Friday chores, stripping the sheets from the bed and dusting the bedside table. I opened the drawer and immediately noticed the tube of lubricant had been greatly depleted in the month that I had been working there. A bit surprised, I wondered how often Bill was going at it. A crazy thought began to form in my mind, but I pushed it away almost immediately. There were new magazines in the drawer too, the covers boasting young bare models and promising "lusty lick fests". I thumbed through them, my heart pounding as I listened for any sound of Bill returning home. Sighing, I put the magazines back where I'd found them and continued my domestic chores. As I cleaned, I wondered what it would take to get Bill's attention. For the past month I had been carefully flirtatious with him, dressing just so, and making sure that whatever task I was performing, would reveal as much of my body as I could without coming onto him directly. I was at a loss as to what to do next. If it had been any other man or guy my own age, I probably would have given up by now, but Bill was different. He was so much older that I worried that the direct approach would result in my immediate dismissal from my job. And even worse, the humiliation of being rejected outright. Instead, I stewed and planned. I finished my tasks and took the list of errands for the following day with me when I left. Bill still had not returned. Cleaning House That night I watched from my bedroom window for the TV in the front room of Bill's house. When the screen was still glowing at midnight, I crept downstairs and out the front door to spy on him. I slipped silently up the porch stairs and confirmed that he was watching one of his special movies. It was much the same scene I'd witnessed the month before, though I was at considerably less risk of hypothermia. Bill was seated in his recliner as the female lead in the movie, fucked and sucked her way through a room filled with men. Bill's hand was hidden by the arms of the chair, I could only imagine what his cock looked like as he pumped away at it. Panties damp and clit throbbing, I returned to my room and slept fitfully. Saturday morning was warm for March and I left my jacket at home. I ran through the list of errands careful not to miss any items on the list and at the pharmacy, I picked up a large tub of lubricant – cherry flavored, and tossed it in with the groceries. It was time to get Bill's attention. When I got to Bill's house, I started putting the stuff away, but stashed the lube in his bedside drawer before he saw it. Bill paid me, and I left after a friendly chat and a cup of coffee with him, as had become our ritual. I told him that I'd be back on Monday and I spent the rest of the day napping in my room. The first thing I noticed on Monday, was the absence of Bill's car in the drive. He hadn't told me of any plans that day, but I figured he didn't have to. The note was on the kitchen table, like always and I began my rounds of the house, emptying wastebaskets and washing dishes that he invariably left for me to do. I approached the bedroom with great trepidation, not sure if I wanted to see what was in the drawer, and fearing that he'd moved everything when he discovered that I knew what he kept there. I slid the drawer open and found everything exactly where it was, except the lubricant had been opened and the nearly empty bottle was gone. I smiled triumphant that the first step in my scheme had worked. Humming as I vacuumed, I began to work out phase 2 in my mind. The rest of the week, I was left on my own, Bill seemed to be avoiding me a bit, and always arrived home just as I was packing up to leave. Thursday afternoon, mostly out of frustration, I said something. "You've certainly been busy lately." "I have." He replied coolly, "I was feeling a little pent up, stir crazy from the winter." "I miss our chats." I pulled on my coat and gave him a brief inventory on the meals I had stacked in the fridge for him and made my exit. Friday morning, winter had one final kick for us, and the snow was falling heavily as I trudged across the street. I let myself into the house and the blast of heat rushed over me. As was my habit, I removed my shoes by the door and stripped my sweater off over my head. I could hear the shower running and I set about my chores working my way around the kitchen. Bill appeared dressed in loose cotton shorts and a tee shirt, as I was moving into the living room. He greeted me and poured himself a cup of coffee. Grabbing the paper he followed me into the living room. Seated in his recliner, Bill busied himself with the paper as I dusted the television and book shelves. "Bill?" I asked as I dusted, "How come you never got married?" "I suppose I never really felt like." He answered absently, "What about you? Surely a pretty thing like you must have a dozen boys lining up to take you out at night." I snorted out a laugh, "I suppose I could if I wanted." "Oh...do you prefer girls?" He gazed intently at me over the top of his paper. "No," I laughed. "Not that there's anything wrong with that," He assured me. "No, I definitely prefer guys." I sighed heavily, "The problem I guess comes from wanting more." "More of what exactly?" He asked flipping the pages of the paper. "More of everything." I pulled the step stool over to the book shelf to dust the top. "Hmm." Bill seemed to be losing interest in the conversation. "You missed a spot." "Where?" I studied the top of the shelf. "Up by the ceiling, there's a cob web." He pointed to the wall behind the shelf. I reached up with the duster, my tee shirt riding up as I stretched. "Very nice, Jade." He commented and I blushed. "Thanks," I muttered both thrilled and embarrassed by the attention. With the dusting done, I brought the laundry basket into the living room to fold. Bill continued to read his paper. "Can I ask you something?" I offered after a few moments. "Sure," He looked up at me a half smile playing on his lips. "Why do you keep your movies and magazines hidden?" I watched his cheeks color slightly. "Uh, well." He swallowed visibly, "It's not something I really felt the need to share with anyone." "But even after, you found out that I knew, you still kept them hidden." I challenged his logic. "It's private." He cleared his throat, "The fact that I enjoy, er certain pleasures, that's not really something you and I need to discuss now, is it?" "No, but we could if you wanted to." I flirted openly with him. He ignored me after that, choosing to pretend to nap in the recliner as I finished my work for the day. I sighed inwardly, noting that every step with Bill was a battle. I worried that if I pushed too hard or too fast, he'd beat a hasty retreat from me. On Saturday I made my weekly trip to the pharmacy and grocery store. I picked up another little gift for Bill. I chose a new magazine, one I knew was not stashed away in the bedside table, a special edition feature sorority girls. Sitting in the car, in the parking lot, I took out a pen and flipped through the pages to select just the right photo. In the center was a series of shots of a woman wearing only high heels kneeling eye level with a thick cock as cum erupted all over her face. I wrote on the page: "I wouldn't mind trying this sometime." and I placed the magazine back into the bag. Back at Bill's house, I stashed the magazine in the table drawer while he eyed me from the recliner. "Just another present." I smiled wickedly at him and left. By Monday, I could barely contain myself. I spent the entire weekend obsessing as to what Bill would make of the note I'd left and if perhaps, I'd gone too far. I worried that he'd fire me or worse, reject me as unappealing to him. I took a deep breath and walked up the driveway and onto the porch. Noting his car still parked in it's usual spot, I let myself into the house. My heart was galloping in my chest, I waited for Bill to call out to me, but he didn't. I busied myself in the kitchen as the moments ticked by. The door to his bedroom remained closed and I listened for any sign of movement. I heard the shower turn on and I continued my chores, cursing the anticipation. I worked my way into the living room and I immediately noticed, the DVD collection had been restored to the book shelf above the TV. I laughed aloud, and celebrated my triumph, however miniscule. When Bill finally made his way to the living room, I was done and ready to move to the bedroom. "Good morning." He said as he passed by me. I returned the greeting and smiled sweetly. "Morning, did you get my present?" I asked feeling emboldened by the relocation of the DVDs. "I did." He sighed as he settled into the recliner. "Very thoughtful of you." "And the note?" I pressed for a reaction from him. "I'm still considering the offer." He sidestepped the question. Defeated I retreated to the bedroom, making the bed and tossing the used towels into the washing machine. "Is there anything you need before I go?" I asked. "Have a seat," He answered, "We need to talk." I sat heavily on the sofa and steeled myself for what I felt would be my immediate dismissal. "I am an old man." He began and smiled at me, "I don't have patience for games." "Are you firing me?" He choked out a laugh, "God, no." He rubbed a hand over his face, "Tell me what you want from me." "I...don't know, I mean, I'm not sure." A wave of hesitation rushed over me. I hadn't expected Bill to be so upfront with me. "Then why all the little games? The teasing and flirting? Why the skimpy shirts and jeans, the magazines – the flavored gel? Why?" He stared intently at me as I squirmed under the scrutiny. I considered my answer carefully, "Honestly," I began, "I saw you, one night." "Saw me?" He looked puzzled. I launched into a breathless explanation of the night I'd watched him through the window. "I saw you, sitting here watching one of your movies, and I liked it. I liked watching you, picturing you, you know." I lowered my eyes and studied my hands, "I don't know how else to explain really. I know I don't want a boyfriend or any commitment, I just want... a lover. In the strictest sense, I want someone to show me things and be able to take their time with me, not just a quick bang in the back seat of a car." Having unleashed my tirade, I looked up slowly and waited for his response. He stared silently, mouth slightly agape at all I had unloaded on him. I couldn't tell what he was thinking and he blinked once and sat back in his chair. "Okay," He said finally, "Let me, think, about all this. I won't be here tomorrow, but we can talk more on Wednesday." He went back to his paper and I walked home feeling slightly dejected at his lack of enthusiasm for my emotional appeal for an experienced lover. Wednesday was bright and sunny, the air cool and crisp as Spring continued to extend its tentative hold on the flowers and trees. I let myself into the house and found Bill sipping coffee at the kitchen table. He was wearing boxers but no shirt, the temperature inside a balmy 80 degrees. He muttered a greeting and kept working on his cross word puzzle as I made my way through the house, no longer needing a list. I broke into a sweat almost immediately and by the time I pulled the vacuum into the living room, I was nearly dying of heat stroke. "Why do you keep it so hot in here?" I asked wiping the sweat from my forehead with the sleeve of my shirt as I took a long pull from a water bottle. "So I can sit around naked and not be cold." He stated matter-of-factly, I barked out a small laugh. "Good for you, but not so great for me." I sipped, "Unless you don't mind if vacuum naked." "Wouldn't bother me." He quipped, a quasi-dare, and I considered the challenge for a moment. Setting the water down, I shrugged out of my tee shirt and tossed it over the arm of the sofa while Bill watched out of the corner of his eye. Feeling bold, I shimmied out of my jeans and stood up clad only in the pink silk bra and matching panties I'd donned that morning. I started vacuuming and Bill watched, his newspaper forgotten on the table beside him. It felt freeing being half naked as I worked the vacuum over the rug. Droplets of sweat still appeared between my breasts but it was much more tolerable with less clothing. I dragged out the step ladder and set about dusting the bookshelf, I could feel Bill watching me and I tried to ignore it, but finally glanced over at him. "Do you like the view?" I asked from atop the ladder. "Mm, very much." He answered and I noticed a bulge in the front of his shorts. "Have you given anymore thought to what we talked about?" "I have," He adjusted the bulge in his shorts, "Ultimately, as long as you understand that it isn't anything permanent or anything with a future, then it's up to you." "Really?" I turned and looked down at him. "After all I am a typical male, and not likely to turn down the attention of beautiful young girl." His hand rested on his crotch. I smiled brightly at him, the throbbing in my clit steady and insistent. I finished the dusting and climbed off the ladder. I continued to make my way around the room slowly, dusting each and every surface carefully. As I moved closer to the recliner, Bill's gaze remained glued to my petite figure. I slid the dust rag over the side table next to the chair, glancing down at his now exposed erection. I took in the long, slender rod beckoning to me. Bill met my gaze with a questioning smile, as if daring me to touch him. My hand shook with nervous anticipation as I reached out for him. My fingertips brushed the silken skin of his swollen knob, his cock twitched under my touch as he rested his hand on my bare hip. "Jade," His voice was hushed with gentle warning, "Be careful what you wish for." I didn't reply, but I removed my hand from his lap. Meeting his gaze with renewed confidence, I patted his hand and strode toward the bedroom. When I reached the hallway I turned and smiled at him. I unclasped my bra and let it slip off my shoulders. I turned and slipped into the bedroom and I heard the squeak of the recliner as Bill moved to follow me. He stopped in the middle of the room and opened his arms to me. When I went to embrace him, he stroked my hair, running his hands down my back. He cupped my small breasts, squeezing gently and rolled my nipples between his fingers. My breath quickened as he teased me, the constant throbbing between my legs grew maddening. I pulled at the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down over his hips. His cock was warm and hard against my stomach as he rubbed against me. "Pretty little Jade." He whispered as he worked his hand into my panties, the dampness of my pussy growing with each passing moment. I closed my eyes and moaned in appreciation as his finger stroked my throbbing clit. Bill's lips pressed against mine and our tongues met as I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft. I stroked gently, loving the sensation of him as he pushed my silk panties down over my hips. Bill nudged me toward the bed and I laid down on the plush comforter, naked and exposed to him. Bill climbed in next to me, continuing to kiss me deeply as his hands explored my body. I spread my legs for him and he slipped a finger inside me. I reached for his cock again, but he pulled away. "Not yet." He whispered gently, his thumb stroking my aching clit. My breath was coming faster, the burning need spreading within me. Bill kissed and suckled at my neck, his tongue blazing a lazy trail to my shoulder and then my breasts. He kissed and sucked at my nipples, his teeth nipping gently as I moaned in gratitude. I felt the warm drops of pre-cum running down the side of my leg where his cock rubbed against me. "Please," I begged, "I need to feel you." Bill moaned in response and moved to position himself between my thighs, he hesitated, gazing down at me, inching his cock forward. I closed my eyes as the head of his cock passed through my outer lips and gently slipped into my pussy. Bill's hesitation vanished. With his cock buried in my pussy he thrust slowly at first, his rhythm increasing in response to my lusty moans. He kissed me deeply, our tongues teasing and insistent as the waves of orgasm built within me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and urged him on. My breasts jiggled from the force of his thrusts and I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of his ass as I felt the first cresting wave of ecstasy wash over me. The walls of my pussy clenched around his thickness as he collapsed on top of me. He continued thrusting deeply, as he murmured urgent words of encouragement. He came inside me with a deep moan as I fought to catch my breath. Our bodies tangled and slick with sweat, he rested for moment before slipping his deflating cock out of me and rolling onto his side. I snuggled into the crook of his arm, my fingers teasing at the soft curls of gray hair on his chest. My heart rate slowly returned to normal as we rested. Bill gave a contented sigh when I kissed his cheek. "Are you sorry?" He asked me, his eyes closed. "Not even a little bit." I kissed him again, "Are you?" He laughed in response and pulled me closer. "Next time will be better." I silently wondered what had been wrong with this time.