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Confessions of a Cleaning Lady

By: captivate



I needed this job. I needed it for so many reasons. For one, I could use some money. Being a poor graduate student had lost its romantic appeal long ago. I was tired of being out of money and wanting things. I was still young, in my prime, yet all I did was work on my dissertation and scrape by. My parents have been more than kind, helping with tuition, books, and the rent, but I needed something that paid more than two dollars an hour. I needed a dependable job with decent money, that would fit in with my school schedule. The added benefit of this job was that it would help me with my dissertation, "The American Male". Of course, the working title was much longer, but I hate to bore people. It is enough to say, this paper could possibly change the perception of men forever. I have discovered so much about men, including so many false beliefs held for centuries about the 'stronger' sex.

The position was a cleaning lady at a gym. The hours were great, 5AM until 9AM, then evening hours as I chose. The benefits were great too; more than minimum wage, club privileges, located near my hovel, AND no one would see me. Well, no one who counted. I would have hated for one of my professors or colleagues to see me cleaning shower stalls and folding towels. Luckily, my neighborhood was not one frequented by the university crowd. 

My interview was scheduled for 7AM, and I was early. I wore my usual clothing, some worn blue jeans and a t-shirt announcing 'It isn't easy being a princess!'. I wasn't entirely sure what one wore to an interview for cleaning lady, but I felt dressing up wouldn't be necessary. Promptly at 7, I was led into the office by a very nice lady named Sue. The man behind the desk was about 40, slightly balding, with smudged glasses and a rumpled shirt. He didn't look like the sort who ran a health club, with his paunchy belly and pale, flabby arms. He told me to be seated and began asking questions, including some very personal things. Amazingly, he seemed to think the answers were going to come from my breasts, because he addressed them pretty frequently. Occasionally, he threw some information at my crotch also. I looked around the office as I answered. He actually had calendars of nearly naked women on the walls! What a pig! 

After he undressed me with his eyes several times, he finally wound up the interview. I could see his hard tiny cock, pressing against his polyester pants, could see his little eyes narrowing with lust. Damn! I had really wanted this job! I knew I could never work for him. I stood to go, full of disgust for him and pretty much all men. Feeling a little vindictive, I pulled up my shirt, exposing my pretty breasts to him, pinching the rosy nipples, making them hard. I cupped them, massaged them, made tiny moaning sounds as I looked enraptured. He almost stopped breathing! His chubby little hand fell into his lap, and I saw his eyes start to close. I am not sure he even remembered that I was still there. I heard the zipper being opened and I pulled down my shirt and walked out, instructing his secretary to go right in.

She hurried into the office without knocking and let out a scream. Apparently, Pigman was busy pleasuring himself and didn't notice her! Tsk, tsk...how embarrassing for him!

The next day, my glee turned to dismay and I was feeling sorry for myself, for not getting the perfect job. Then the phone rang. It was Sue, from the health club, asking me back for another interview. When I hesitated, she laughed and promised there was new management and I would now enjoy working there.

Three days later, I was once again up early, preparing for my interview. This time, I decided to wear undies, just in case. When I entered the outer office, I could feel a difference. The reception area was now manned by a nice young man named Mark, according to his badge. He was in good shape, but not excessively so, and very polite. He offered me juice or coffee as I waited. Then, the inner door opened and Sue stepped out, smiling at me.

"Thanks for coming back, Alex," she said. "Please come in!"

I entered an entirely different world from just a few days ago. The office was now clean, the walls bare except for some very colorful prints. The desk was organized and the air was lightly scented with a peachy scent. More importantly, Sue now sat behind the desk. She was a pretty woman, in her 40's, with a trim, youthful figure. She had a lovely smile and was obviously a 'people person'. 

"You did us all a favor, Alex," she began. "We had suspected that Fred was abusing his position, harassing women, but no one ever reported it. When I walked in the other day and caught him, 'redhanded', so to speak, he had little choice. He resigned immediately. Lucky for me, I have been made the new general manager! We are making changes here, trying to upgrade our image and our clientele. I know it is only a cleaning position now, but we are young and there are lots of opportunities for advancement. If you still want to work here, I welcome you aboard."

Happily, I accepted. Sue seemed very nice and I really did want the job. The paperwork went quickly and I was told to report to work on Monday morning, 5AM. As I was leaving, Sue cleared her throat.

"One more thing, Alex. You will be cleaning the showers and dressing rooms. Usually, they are empty at that hour, but we have occasional early birds. You are a really pretty woman. Just a suggestion....you might want to dress down just a little, to avoid attention. Just for your own protection, my dear."

All the way home, I considered this happy turn of events. I had a job! Steady money, insurance, free health club benefits, and maybe even a new friend. The best part was being able to observe men in their natural habitat, being themselves, giving me invaluable research material. 

I didn't sleep well on Sunday; too excited about my new job, I guess. In the morning, I dressed in a stretchy, tight bra, which worked overtime in taming and flattening my full breasts. I also wore a large work shirt and baggy pants. I pulled my thick brown hair into a bun and settled a cap on my head. No makeup and large glasses were the completion of my 'disguise' as a plain woman. Looking in the mirror, I didn't even appeal to me! 

Despite the early hour, Sue was there, looking fresh and pretty. We talked for a few minutes while she showed me around. I located the cleaning supplies, the various club rooms, and the dressing areas with attached saunas and showers. No one was working out yet, so we walked leisurely through the facility. It was quite impressive. I met other staff members, getting ready for a day of physical fitness. Sue explained my duties and then the perks. I got discounted meals at the health bar, had full use of the equipment, even my own locker! This was going to be wonderful. I recognized some of the other employees from school, which pleased me. I would get healthier, make new friends, have some ready cash at last, and work on my damn dissertation. I couldn't ask for more.

I began my day as I would many others. I cleaned the showers and dressing rooms, getting satisfaction from the cleanliness and good, fresh smell I left behind. As the time passed, various club members arrived and departed. After a few days, I began to know them, if not by name, then by the clothes they wore. There was Loud Flower Lady, Tight Blue Shorts Guy, and Santa Man. As the days passed, I looked forward to seeing our regulars, nodding hello, occasionally speaking for a moment. It was somewhat like an extended family, which I really enjoyed. My own family was so far away. 

The employees were close too. Most of us were students at different levels in university, and had the drama of classes, papers and grades to bind us. We socialized together, never lacking for conversation. My life seemed pretty perfect and I looked forward to each new day.

I settled into a routine. I would arrive at 5 and head for the showers and dressing rooms. I picked up discarded damp towels, vacuumed and generally returned order to these areas. Then I would work my way down the hallways, ending in the huge indoor pool area. Here, I was happiest.

One thing that I truly anticipated each day was Red Speedo. He came in regularly, every morning, arriving at 5:30AM and swimming furiously and gracefully. He had several different workouts and rotated them, impressing me with his stamina and speed. I loved watching him and treated myself to a break each morning while he swam, sitting quietly nearby, just observing him. He was a thing of beauty, his trim body moving effortlessly through the blue water, never breaking his stroke, gliding smoothly. His body was tantalizing. He was tall and well-built. His red speedo fit him as if painted on, his skin glowing with health. His manly chest had a soft matting of brown hair, his back was muscular and smooth. I liked everything about him, from his powder blue eyes to his soft brown moustache. His arms and legs were long, his fingers elegant. He was always polite, smiling and nodding when he saw me. Not that he ever really saw me, but if our paths crossed, he was pleasant.

At that hour of the morning, there was only one other person in the pool. Tattoo Man. He always wore a maroon speedo, which complimented his toned body. He had an intricate, multi-colored tattoo on his right shoulder, earning his nickname. He was also tall, with dirty blond hair and soft brown eyes, his chest and upper back covered with curly brown hair. He worked out beside Red Speedo, matching stroke for stroke, lap for lap. Ah, heaven on earth! They didn't really seem to be friends, just two guys who enjoyed physical fitness and had the same time schedule. I usually waited until after their workout to move on, to clean the offices and store rooms in the pool area. 

This routine worked fine for me. I moved quickly and efficiently, getting all my assigned tasks done in a timely manner. I continued to dress down, hiding my considerable assets in dowdy, loose clothing. I move unobtrusively through the gym, almost invisible.

Sue told me several times she was pleased with my work ethic and knew I was a reliable employee. Then she offered me a better position. I was pleased and flattered, but I just didn't want to change jobs. Right now, I had everything I wanted. And, in the back of my mind, I knew I would never get to see Red Speedo, or RS, as I thought of him, again. So I declined and continued with my perfect daily routine.

Of course, things don't always run smoothly. One morning, I went to my car, my sweet first car, and it wouldn't start. I was baffled. I loved my car and kept it in good condition, full of gas, and clean. How could it betray me like this? I sat for endless minutes, wondering and worrying. It wasn't that far to the gym, but it was the dead of night and the streets were deserted. I debated in my mind, but my work ethic won. Loading my stuff in a big bag, I started off down the street, enjoying the cool night air. The one nagging thought I had with each step was that I might miss RS doing his workout. That saddened me, it was the highlight of my day! 

When I got to work, I apologized to Sue, promising it would never happen again. I hurriedly gathered my supplies and moved to the dressing rooms, intent on catching up and getting back on schedule. As I entered, I heard male voices. Apparently, I was later than I thought. Quietly, I moved closer to the showers. There were Red Speedo and Tattoo Man, in adjoining stalls, talking about their workouts and how good they felt today. I had missed it! I began to walk away, I really tried, but I couldn't move. Instead, I took a step closer. Red Speedo was standing under the spray, his eyes closed, allowing the warm water to wash over his body. He still wore his suit, and for a minute, I whimsically thought maybe it was painted on. As I stood there, he reached down and hooked the waist, pulling the strings and loosening the suit. He pulled it down his slim hips, dropping it to the floor.

Then, in a breathtaking move, he bent over and retrieved it. I was rooted to the spot. He held it under the spray, rinsing it, then wringing it out. He hung it on the chest-high common wall between himself and Tattoo Man. If I had thought he was beautiful in that suit, I was breathless now. The fine matting of hair on his chest narrowed down to a very deliberate arrow, pointing to the most delicious cock I had ever seen. Even in a semi-erect state, it was impressive. Now, I was glad for my invisibility. I stood there, my mouth open, drool gathering, and watched my RS as he cleansed himself. He pressed the button, releasing liquid soap into his hands, and lathered his body. All of his body. Every inch of his body. He had elegant hands and he moved them over his flesh knowledgeably. His eyes closed again as he continued his shower. Beside him, in the next stall, Tattoo Man was following the same routine. I was pleased to see his cock was also magnificent. It was thick, a bit shorter, and already quite erect. I leaned against the wall and smiled. To think, I used to feel the best part of the day was watching them swim! This was so much better! 

Tattoo Man was very busily washing. And his focus seemed to be much less broad-ranged. In fact, his whole focus seemed to be the engorged flesh in his fist. He washed it furiously, bubbly suds flying in the stall. He leaned against the far wall, his eyes shut, his mouth tight, as his practiced fingers flew up and down the hard shaft. Suddenly, thick, white come shot from his cock, and a deep grunt filled the air. I was suddenly aware of my pussy, wet and aching. As I watched, Tattoo Man continued to shoot, each spurt a little less intense. Finally, he collapsed against the wall, drained. My God!

In his own stall, RS continued washing, now working on his legs and feet, his engorged dick swinging free as he bent down. This was heaven! He seemed to have not heard the explosion next to him, or perhaps he just preferred to be oblivious. I was shaken. My pussy was throbbing. It was probably the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Then I was smiling, silently thanking my car for not starting, thanking the fates that led me to change my routine and stumble into this most exciting performance.

Now, I had to regroup. It was fun, even tantalizing, watching my boys swim each morning. Sure, they had nice bodies, great styles, amazing stamina. But this, watching my two men shower and touch themselves, this was something I had to see more often. More often... as in every day. Even twice a day if I could manage it. I have always loved watching a man touch himself. This was so exciting. Seeing their hands on their own cocks, fondling and stroking, with no self-consciousness, was nearly overwhelming. I continued to watch until they rinsed off, both stepping from the showers and reaching for a towel. Then I slipped away, unseen as usual.

The next day, I varied my routine. I made sure I had cleaned the showers and then moved to the pool, cleaning the offices while they swam, not taking my break, but working through their swims. I could still observe them, but I didn't want to waste valuable minutes now when in just a little while, I could be standing in the shadows of the showers, watching them get clean and 'relaxed'. I wondered if Speedo would ever find the need to release his tensions, if I would ever be able to hear his cries of delight as he erupted. I didn't have to wait long for the answer. As I crept into the shower area, I was just in time to see the speedos drop to the floor and watch the men rinse them and hang them on the common wall. Both had raging erections. Sighing happily, I leaned against the wall, sure I blended into the background, unnoticed.

Today, Tattoo Man initiated a conversation as they showered. I could hear their voices, hear the discussion of girlfriends and workouts and occasional sexual references. From my vantage point, I could also see furtive glances, eyes straying over the common wall, moving hands observed. If they were little boys, I would say they were showing off for each other. They stood in the warm spray, chatting and laughing, while their soapy hands continued stroking and washing. The men had to be aware of the situation, but both acted very casual. Then Tattoo Man lost control. the hand that had been slowly stroking now became lightning fast and his breath grew short. Again, I heard the guttural cry and saw semen flying through the air. He continued stroking, slower now, until he sank against the wall, depleted. Today, Red Speedo gave up all pretense of ignorance. He moved closer to the wall and beheld it all, his eyes wide when the come exploded. I continued to observe, waiting, but again, Speedo just finished his shower and wrapped in a towel. I thought it was a waste of a beautiful cock. The towel tented over him as he walked to the dressing rooms. He was followed by Tattoo, looking very satisfied. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

Confessions of a Cleaning Lady Ch. 02



Now my days were perfect. Sometimes I wondered how I had been content just watching them swim. Now, I couldn't imagine a day without watching my men shower. I had a remarkable work attendance record, not being able to stay at home sick when there was such a good reason to be at the gym. Every day, I move as if in a trance, getting everything done, so I could treat myself with a 'shower' break. My two men were so delicious, so incredibly sexy, I honestly couldn't believe my luck.

Each day started the same. They swam, in unison, in sync, their strokes perfectly timed. Now they used the same workouts, graceful and powerful in the water. I cleaned furiously, finishing all my assigned tasks while they performed. Then, I pushed my cleaning cart into the closet and casually entered the men's dressing room, moving carefully to my secluded spot so I could observe Speedo and Tattoo. 

First, they just lingered under the spray, rinsing the chlorine from their skin and suits. Then, and this is the moment I lived for, they both removed those tiny suits, rinsing them carefully and wringing them out, hanging them to drip on the common wall. That, as much as anything, I found incredibly sexy. Seeing these naked men, carefully rinsing and hanging their suits, was endearing. 

Next, they would fill their cupped hands with liquid soap, liberally lathering their bodies. I admit, I was partial to Speedo. There was just something about his large hands, his elegant fingers. But I watched them equally, not wanting to miss a move.

For the first few days, I just watched, my eyes hungrily taking in their every move. But the ache between my legs grew with each shower, and I had to do something. Finally, I slowly slipped my hand into the waistband of the baggy pants. Under it, I often wore pretty, lacy lingerie, but sometimes I wore nothing at all. I am very partial to delicate underthings, often spending obnoxious amounts of money on gossamer bras and panties, or a sensuous garter belt. It always made me feel very feminine and desirable, knowing that I was dressed so seductively beneath my clothing. But, after finding my guys, I had to stop wearing the panties, because they would become soaked with my juices after only a few minutes of observation. Plus, I found it easier to comb my wet curlies and massage my aching slit if I didn't have panties in the way. I didn't dare touch my clit, I felt sure that I would come, and I knew I couldn't be quiet then. I didn't want anything to interfere with my morning ritual. So I stood in the shadows, unnoticed, and watched these two men take new steps each day.

It began innocently enough. They talked about their work, which men love to do. Speedo was a writer, doing feature articles for magazines. Apparently, he was relatively well-known. Tattoo was a lawyer, specializing in entertainment law. It seemed they had many famous people in common. One had interviewed them, one had defended them. This gave them much to talk about. All the while, their hands were washing and lathering and massaging various body parts. I leaned against my wall, watching the hands, watching the bubbles, watching the sweet cocks respond to all that attention. At first, the guys looked ahead or at each other, never glancing down. But day by day, they grew bolder, their gazes dropping further.

After thoroughly covering work stuff, they discussed their health regimens. Oh, goodie! That led to flexing of muscles and attention drawn to sculpted areas. This was sexy too. Again, two little boys showing off. Of course, the engorged cocks were never mentioned, just occasionally rewarded with massages. These men could keep their cocks hard for so long, making me lust for them both.

Some days later, the talk turned to women, as it often did. Speedo was not in a relationship right now, which pleased me. Tattoo had a girlfriend, who was, according to him, incredibly hot. Of course, we were treated to a description of her, from her straight blond hair to her polished toenails. Apparently, she was very kinky and willing to do anything. It was often the events of the night before that inspired his morning activities.

Somehow, no matter what the discussion, both men had massive erections and Tattoo managed to come explosively before the shower ended. Despite the fact that they had become quite friendly, Speedo always looked straight ahead and did not participate in the finale.

Of course, by now, they had real names. Speedo was Davis, Tattoo was Mark. But I liked my nicknames and preferred to think of them that way.

I was beginning to think I was fated never to see more, find out more about Speedo. Then something wonderful happened. He came in one morning, starting his shower ritual, but humming as he washed. This was new. Even Tattoo noticed. And asked. I stood in my dark spot, listening attentively, curious about the change in my man. Speedo was excited and very willing to share with his friend. It seems he met a woman online. Not just a woman, but a wonderful woman, a woman who fulfilled his every fantasy. She was intelligent, quick, witty, and charming. They spent hours chatting, soon finishing each other's thoughts. Then, just as he felt things couldn't be better, she asked him to call. To his surprise, he did! He found her to be just as wonderful 'in person' and they talked most of the night. He was enamored. Tattoo was pleased for his friend. He was also pleased at this turn of events. Speedo seemed more excited, more eager to 'wash' his engorged dick, more willing to share with Tattoo. They stood facing each other, the chest-high wall separating them, their hands busily stroking. I LOVE MY LIFE! I could watch each man, in profile now, sliding soapy hands up and down, watch the balls tighten and pull up, watch the facial expressions as the men very deliberately raced to orgasm. Tattoo was first, his come splashing off the wall with incredible force. His howls filled the air, his breathing raspy. Soon afterwards, as if inspired, Speedo reached orgasm. His cock was pointed up, and splattered his chin and chest with thick white cream. I very nearly lost it then, I was so overwhelmed with desire. 

I forgot my promise to myself and my little fingers began searching for my hardened clit, touching it once, sending shivers through my body. Then, I regained my senses and pulled them back, but not before coating them with my sweet juices. I allowed myself the consolation of licking them clean, enjoying the sweet tanginess that is all mine.

The men stood there, facing each other, grinning. A line had been crossed and now I looked forward to more daring behavior. This was unbelievably good. They turned, finished their showers and stepped out, wrapping in towels and continuing a discussion on golf as they walked to the dressing rooms. Unbelievable!

Each day surpassed my every fantasy. Speedo and his lady were involved in a richly erotic phone life, talking every night, sharing all sorts of wonderful thoughts. Tattoo and his girl were reaching new heights in sexual activities, causing him to keep a constant erection. And me, little invisible me, I just stood back and enjoyed it all, the stories, the visions, the reactions. My fingers were constantly busy, rubbing and probing, always avoiding my tiny clit, which begged for release. 

I began working out every night, swimming lap after lap to ease the tension I felt. Swimming helped, but I was still in a state of constant arousal. After my swim, my reward was a soak in the hot tub. I would rush there, cold and wet, anxious for the heated water. It was three deep steps below floor level and I happily sank up to my neck in the bubbling warmth. There were powerful jets around the perimeter, 8 in all. I tried to sit between two jets, letting the bubbles rush past me. One night, I turned to leave the hot tub and the jet of water hit my right nipple. Damn, it felt good! I stood there, neck-deep in water, allowing the pulsing jet to massage my tightening nub. Then I had a thought and turned and knelt on the bench. If I positioned myself just right, the pulsing stream hit right on my pussy. I felt it pounding strongly against my covered mound. Then I straightened, and the water pushed between my legs, barely grazing my crotch, making the ache even stronger. I adjusted my body, moving the spray against me again. Looking around, I saw no one in the area, although I could hear women showering about ten feet away. I rested my arms on the floor surrounding the hot tub, settling my chin on them, and just enjoyed the feelings that were building. I reached down with my right hand, just to rub my clit once, just to get some relief from the ache. As my fingers slid into my pussy, the jet of water did too. Omigod! I stopped rubbing and pushed the fabric of my suit aside. Then, very deliberately, I used my right fingers to open my swollen pussy lips and hold them open as the pulsing spray hit directly on my clit. In moments, I could feel the orgasm building. I placed my open mouth on my left arm, biting it to keep from screaming. The powerful spasms tore through me, making me buck in the water. Suddenly, the pulsations were too powerful, my clit too sensitive, and I had to move my body, move away from the jet. I remained kneeling there, trying to get the strength to leave the hot tub and go home. 

Then later, I would lie in my bed and remember the men in the shower, my excitement building again. I reached for my blue toys, needing to come again, needing to ease this ache I constantly felt. I was always ready, needy, and often had to come throughout the evening. I knew things had to change.

Then, one day, they did. It was a particularly arousing day. The men were frisky during the workout, exceeding even their own power workouts. As the showers started and the talk began, I noted a difference in them. Each had his own agenda, but today, it seemed more vibrant, more intense. Today, Speedo stood back and just watched, encouraging Tattoo to enjoy. Tattoo, for his part, seemed more excited than I could ever remember. He scrubbed his engorged cock, slid his soapy hands under his balls and thoroughly cleansed them, even inserted a slippery finger into his ass, all the while relaying the sexual exploits of the night before. Speedo didn't look away as he usually did, instead, he rested his arms on the wall and watched, encouraged, suggested. They locked eyes as Tattoo came. Hard and loud. Speedo nearly applauded. 

Then it was his turn. He began talking about his unbelievable girl, the woman on the phone, and how incredibly sexy she was. Their phone sex was unbelievable, her imagination knew no bounds. As he talked, he leaned against the far wall, his engorged cock bobbing angrily, his fist flying up and down the considerable length. Now, Tattoo leaned on the common wall, his eyes hungrily watching, his voice softly cajoling, repeating, encouraging. I could hear him, hear the words that were designed to make Speedo forget himself and just come.

"Can you feel her? Can you feel her little fingers running up and down your hard cock, flying over the slippery skin? She would want you to come, man! She would want to catch that come on her tongue or breasts. Can you imagine your sexy little woman, all worked up, begging for your come, begging you to fill her mouth? She would want you to be happy! Come for her, man! Do it for her. Cover her with come, make her happy!" Tattoo kept repeating himself, urging Speedo on, until he cried out, shooting his semen into the air, hitting the opposite wall.

My fingers, unable to resist, slid into my pants, finding my wet and swollen slit, finding the silkiness of my pink, finding, God help me, my needy clit. Today, I couldn't stop. I wanted to come with Speedo. What I really wanted was his cock inside me, I wanted to be fucked by him. I envied his fist. I wanted it to be me. For just a second, I closed my eyes. That was my downfall! In the darkness, I could see Speedo's elegant fingers slipping into my clothes, finding me. I gave myself up to the images of him touching me. My engorged clit needed attention, and I just couldn't stop myself. Almost as soon as I touched it, the sensations blasted through my aroused body, and I cried out. 

The release was magnificent. I rode the waves of orgasm, enjoying it fully. Then, I remembered. Opening my eyes, I glanced at my boys. They were both staring at me, seeing me. I stood there, my fingers still buried in my pussy, my face flushed from orgasm, my eyes wide. I wondered how casually I could just walk away? I wasn't sure what to expect, but certainly not the reaction I received.

Tattoo smiled first, extending his hand to me. "What have we here? A little mouse has been watching us! We never even noticed you there, Mouse. How very quiet you have been... until today. Come here, Mouse, and let us see you better." 

Reluctantly, I stepped forward. I did have the sense to remove my fingers, but that only filled the air with the scent of my excited pussy. As I moved closer, both men looked at me expectantly. I stopped in front of the common wall, equidistant to them.

Tattoo continued, "I have seen you, Mouse, as you clean the pool area. You like to watch us swim, don't you? You like to watch us climb from the pool and walk around in our little speedos, don't you? And, apparently, you like to watch us shower too. Ah, little Mouse, what shall we do with you? Davis, what do you think we should do?"

With trepidation, I turned to Speedo. I hated the thought that he would be angry with me or, worse, disgusted by me. I couldn't look into his face, instead I looked down. I saw his hand moving toward me and braced for a slap or a shaking. Then I felt his finger, his long, elegant finger, under my chin, lifting my face upward, encouraging me to look into his eyes. There was warmth there. And understanding. And forgiveness. He smiled at me and I felt the weight of my guilt lifting from my shoulders.

All the while, Tattoo kept speaking, wondering aloud about my moral fiber and ethics. Speedo and I continued to look into each other's eyes, his fingers now caressing my cheek. He reached up, knocking the cap off, allowing my auburn hair to tumble down. He reached for my black-framed glasses, removing them, smiling into my hazel eyes. We were locked together. 

He put his hands on my shoulders, pulling me close for the briefest moment. He kissed my forehead, a kiss of pardon. Then he turned me and gave me a little push, sending me away. 

TO BE CONTINUED.....



Confessions of a Cleaning Lady Ch. 03



For the next few days, I barely breathed. I arrived at work early, completing all my assigned duties and then helping others. I was a very good girl. I didn't think the men were going to report me, but I still worried. I loved my job and would hate to lose it. Plus, I had become accustomed to the the extra money and the use of the gym facilities. 

I returned to my original routine, cleaning the dressing rooms and showers first. But then, I did the other workout rooms, avoiding the pool until I knew both of the guys would be finished. Fundamentally, I avoided the 'near occasion of sin' as I learned as a child. If I didn't go where the men were, if I stayed busy and kept my thoughts pure, I could stay out of trouble. Being good was its own reward, and I was being very good. 

But I was so enraptured with Speedo, so invested in his every movement, it became increasingly difficult for me to stay away. The chlorine in the air lured me to the pool, the time spent in the dressing rooms and showers just reminded me of the men and the excitement. As punishment for myself, I refused meet my own needs. No matter how much I ached, how badly I wanted to touch, even for a moment, I would not allow myself the pleasure. I had been bad, spying on others, risking my job, I didn't deserve pleasure.

For the first few days, it was easy to remain firm, to just do my work and then go home. But, by the middle of the week, I kept hearing his voice, seeing his body, envisioning the shower activities that I was missing. By the end of the week, I thought it would be ok to watch them swim. It was a public pool, anyone could observe the morning swims. After cleaning the men's dressing rooms, I resumed the old routine of cleaning the pool offices. I kept my head down, working diligently, trying to be invisible, as I once was. 

It took a few more days, but soon I was back at my post at the pool, taking my break while watching them tandem swim. It was a thing of beauty. Two well-built men, both in the tiniest of suits, sluicing through the water, in perfect harmony. I didn't think they noticed me. I was very discreet in my observation. I just stood back, enjoying the sheer physicality of the workout. This went pretty well. I was finally able to watch them again, enjoy them again, and I wasn't doing anything wrong. Being a good girl was not too bad.

Of course, the problem was I kept imagining them in the shower, after their swim. I could see them, rinsing, stripping, touching. They were there and I was not! Then, I thought perhaps I could just slip in and watch until the suits came off, just to see how nicely they rinsed and wrung and hung the suits. Then I would leave. After that, they would have total privacy. This sounded like a perfectly acceptable plan to me, one that would not hurt anyone and give me the Speedo-fix I desperately needed.

I waited until they climbed from the pool, their tiny suits clinging to their hard bodies. I pushed my cart into the closet, and casually wandered into the shower area, returning to my perfect little niche against the wall. Aaaahhhh! It felt like coming home. Speedo and Tattoo were already rinsing chlorine from their bodies, turning under the powerful spray. They were both incredible-looking men, but Speedo had won my heart and I scrutinized him, drinking in all the little details of his form. 

They seemed to move in unison now, both reaching for the little string, pulling it, dropping the suits to the floor. Both bent to retrieve the suits and picked them up in perfect time. My eyes darted from one stall to the next, anxious to see everything. The conversation had been muted, but now I was able to pick up sentences, hear words. They were talking about sex. Speedo had finally met his online woman. Initially, she was as wonderful as he had imagined. But as the weekend progressed and they performed one sexual act after another, he realized that this wasn't what he wanted. As a fantasy, it had been unbelievable, but as a relationship, it had ended. Still, there were many adventures to tell, many fantasies to share. He told Tattoo about the entire holiday, describing all the activities he had enjoyed with her before telling her goodbye. As the men talked, they washed. And they lathered. And they massaged. Each had a massive erection, each was treating it very nicely. They seemed to have choreographed everything. Tattoo leaned on the far wall, facing Speedo, his hands sliding rapidly up and down his impressive cock, listening to the details of the tryst, his eyes bright, his body tense. Speedo stood at the common wall, leaning on his arms, talking, occasionally reaching down to stroke his own bobbing dick. Tattoo had become slower to orgasm, enjoying the buildup more. As Speedo spoke, Tattoo used his hands to caress his cock and balls, even his ass, the soapy bubbles covering his skin seductively. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer and he exploded, loudly and abruptly. The come shot from his dick, hitting the far wall, with incredible force. Speedo stopped talking, impressed by his friend's display. As Tattoo slumped against the wall, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged, Speedo waited quietly. His cock was hard and throbbing against his belly, soon he would need to find release too. He moved back in the stall, in preparation. In this little ritual, it was Tattoo's turn to share exploits. But, instead of talking about the blonde beauty in his life, Tattoo said something totally unexpected. Without turning his head, without looking in my direction, he spoke.

"Davis, you might not have noticed, but we have a Mouse in the room. Indeed, she is back and still very interested in us. Come here, little Mouse. Come into the light." With that, Tattoo turned to me, holding out his hand. I had no choice but to come forward, to once again admit my presence to both the men. 

Stepping up to the common wall, I had a sense of deja vu. I had been here before, been discovered before. At least this time, my fingers weren't sticky with my excitement! My first instinct was to look down, shy away from both of them. Then, for some reason, I decided I would face them and take my punishment without cowering. First, I looked at Tattoo. Instead of anger, I saw pleasure in his eyes. He was smiling! Sure that this was misunderstanding on my part, I turned to Speedo. He stood there, so beautiful in his nakedness, still hard and bobbing hungrily. I looked into his powder blue eyes and saw acceptance there. 

As before, he caressed my cheek, allowing my cap to fall to the floor. He combed my long hair with his fingers and I melted. His fingers were so elegant, so sensual. His palm rested against my cheek and I leaned into it, feeling his warmth spread through me, feeling his hand forever etched against my flesh. I could feel myself growing wet, swelling, preparing for him. My nipples hardened at his touch. My eyes closed, my breathing became short. I truly believe he knew the effect he had on me and enjoyed it. As I struggled for control, Speedo leaned forward and captured my lips. His mouth was sweet, soft, delicious. His tongue traced my lips, painting them, marking them. I felt my mouth open to him, drawing his probing tongue into me, offering myself to him. We played a teasing game for what seemed like forever as I was able to taste him for the first time. I stood on tiptoe, wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing against him, his cock hard against my belly. This was worth all the risks I had taken, this was what I had wanted from the first day.

Tattoo was not to be ignored. He placed his hand on my back, gently rubbing my flesh through the fabric of my work shirt. He cupped my ass, assessing the shape and tone of it with his palm. When Speedo finally ended the kiss, I was weak with desire. He was everything I knew he would be. His hands gripped my upper arms to steady me, his face close, his breath mixed with mine. Tattoo had stepped from his stall, his cock already showing signs of rebirth. 

Reaching for my hand, he placed it on his growing erection, throbbing to life at my touch. I looked into Speedo's eyes, pleading, not wanting to do this, wanting only him. My hand remained lifeless on Tattoo's burgeoning dick, hoping he would comprehend. 

Speedo looked at my little hand, lying on the angry red cock, and shook his head. He pulled me over to him, into his stall, and held me against him. Looking over my head, he spoke quietly. "Sorry, Mark, but she is my Mouse. It feels right to be with her, to hold her. As much as I have enjoyed sharing with you, she is mine!"

I worried about Tattoo's reaction. But if he was angry, I couldn't tell. He just sighed and returned to his stall, to rinse off the lather. I stood beside Speedo....Davis, and finally relaxed, seeming to breathe again for the first time in days. He gently pushed me from the stall and finished his shower, never breaking eye contact with me. He washed his body for me, his hands sliding over his flesh, caressing it as I would. Tattoo had already left the shower area when Davis turned off the warm spray and reached for me again. He pulled me close, kissing me, making me lose my senses. As I pressed against his wet body, my nipples hardened again. He slid his hands up and down my sides, creating burning paths wherever he touched. 

I would have gladly made love to him there. But he seemed to want more than that. He kissed me sweetly and hungrily, making my pussy molten velvet. He could have had anything. Yet, all he wanted, all he did, was to unbutton my workshirt, slipping those skilled hands inside, touching my flesh, making me quiver with delight. He cupped my breasts and held them carefully, kissing the exposed flesh and softly nibbling on the aching nipples through my black lace bra. Then, he carefully rebuttoned my shirt. Again, deja vu! He kissed my forehead, turned me and sent me away. I wanted to cry! Then I heard his voice, his beautiful voice, calling after me. "Meet me in the lobby in an hour, Mouse." 

I worked diligently, completing all my assigned tasks. My mind continued to rerun this morning; the men, the stories, Davis. Always Davis. His kiss, his hands, his announcement that I belonged to him. I had been 'in lust' before, now I was deeply 'in like' too. He was as wonderful as I knew he would be, and he was mine! Things couldn't be better. My life was as perfect as I had any right to expect it to be.

I finished work, put away my cart and changed into decent clothes. As I headed to the lobby and Davis, Sue stepped from her office. "Could I see you for a minute, Alex? I need to talk to you about something," she said. I expected it to be another offer of a promotion, or to relay some praise for my work ethic. I couldn't have been more wrong.

I walked into her office, my step jaunty and spirited. I was minutes away from my first date with my man, my Davis. Whatever job she wanted to offer me couldn't possibly be better than that. I sat down, prepared to be polite, but firm, refusing her offer. I just wanted to get out to the lobby before Davis changed his mind.

As I sat there, I noticed a strange look on Sue's face. I was concerned for her. We had grown close, become friends, over the past few weeks. I really liked her. I knew she had no one in her life right now. I thought again how unfair it was that really wonderful people like Sue couldn't find the right man. In fact....

Sue interrupted my thoughts by clearing her throat. I looked at her expectantly, trying to appear humble, ready to accept her praise and very anxious to get to the lobby.

"Alex, we have a situation that I need to discuss with you," she began. She didn't meet my eyes, but looked instead at a panel on the wall. As she spoke, the panel moved, revealing a bank of small TV screens, each with a different picture. "Fred had these installed, called them security cameras. I think he just liked watching, and used them for his own pleasure." She stopped, then pointed to one screen in particular. At first, I didn't understand. Then, I realized what I was looking at. It was the men's dressing room, actually, the men's shower!

Finally, she spoke. "I know what you have been doing, Alex. I know about the pool and the showers, especially today. I saw you there with the two men, touching them, exciting them. It was not especially ladylike, was it, Alex?"

I blushed, not sure what to say. I had no defense. I couldn't rationalize what I had done, what I would do again, given the chance. Finally, I looked at my friend, ready to accept my punishment. I imagined I would be fired, given a horrible reference, maybe even thrown out into the streets. Instead, she looked at me pleadingly. "It is indeed very unladylike not to share, Alex. You have had those two handsome men all to yourself! It seems you are partial to the Red Speedo one. The least you could do is introduce me to Tattoo!"

TO BE CONTINUED....



Confessions of a Cleaning Lady Ch. 04



"It is indeed very unladylike not to share, Alex. You have had those two handsome men all to yourself! It seems you are partial to the Red Speedo one. The least you could do is introduce me to Tattoo!"

I was braced to be punished, to be fired in disgrace. It took me a minute to grasp this new twist. It seemed I could not only have Davis, but I could keep my friendship with Sue, stay at my job, and make Tattoo very happy. Sue was looking at me expectantly. I found myself smiling, giggling, incredibly pleased by this development. Promising Sue that I would get back with her, I hugged her and left the office, anxious to be with Davis.

As promised, he was waiting in the lobby. I almost walked past him. Silly me, I had still pictured him in the red Speedo, and for some reason had not expected perfectly fitted jeans and a red sport shirt. He was so handsome! Red was his color, complimenting perfectly his dark hair and blue eyes. He stood as I approached, reaching for my hand, pulling me close for an embrace. His smile lit the room. His hand on mine was warm and smooth, the fit perfect.

I was grateful for so many things. I hadn't lost my job or my friendship with Sue. It was a beautiful Saturday, so I had no classes and could spend the whole day with Davis, if he wanted me. Dressing for work this morning, I had worn a pretty sundress, newly purchased to celebrate the arrival of Spring. Under it, was a lacy black demi-bra and bikini panty, making me feel extremely sexy and womanly. AND, I was with Davis, my dream man, about to embark on our first date. Today was wonderful!

Davis stared, trying to reconcile the cleaning lady in the baggy, big outfit with me, a woman with a nice figure and pretty girlish clothes. He was having problems. I had left my hair down, the curls softly brushing my shoulders. Without the dark-framed glasses, my hazel eyes were wide and fiery. He stood there, holding my hand and just looking at me. Finally, I guess he realized that he was being quiet, and he pulled me close again, whispering, "Hello, Mouse!"

I liked the nickname on his lips, so I didn't correct him, rather I stood on tiptoe to kiss his dimpled chin and whispered, "Hello, Speedo!"

Of course, now he would forever be Davis to me, but I thought of him fondly by his previous name. Holding hands, we left the gym, walking together to his car. He had to shorten his stride considerably so I could keep up with him, but he did it effortlessly. I thought it might have been awkward, considering the way we had met, the things I had seen, but it wasn't. It was a perfect first date. He was every bit as sweet and charming as I had dreamed he would be.

We went to breakfast, discovering we had many similar tastes in foods. We sat there forever, eating, talking, laughing. It felt so comfortable, yet so exciting to be with him. I felt we were in a different world, one where the census was just two.

After our leisurely meal, we began to walk around the neighborhood. It was full of old specialty shops and stores. The sun was out, the sky was blue, the streets were crowded with strolling couples, yet it seemed we were alone, discovering each other. He was so funny. I laughed all morning, happy to be alive and to be me. He was also kind and considerate, polite and intelligent. He told me about his writing, some of the people he had interviewed, some of the places he had been. But, unlike many males, he was interested in me too. He listened as I told him of my dissertation, my life, even my family. He appeared to care about my opinions, and I loved that.

It seemed just moments later that the sun was beginning to set and the air became cool. And hunger struck. Davis invited me to dinner and I quickly accepted. In his car, he had a sweater which he gently draped over my bare shoulders, holding me close for a moment. 

Dinner was at a romantic restaurant, with strolling violin players and flickering candles on each small table. Again, we had similar tastes in food, and he ordered a delicious wine. I sat across from him, content and pleased with the path my life was taking. He held my hand a few times, his long fingers toying with mine, his fingertips tracing the lines in my palm, sending shivers up my spine. After dinner, he asked me to dance. On the dance floor, he held me close, fitting our bodies together, perfectly meshed. Like everything else he did, Davis danced beautifully. He had innate grace and made anyone with him look good too. I rested my cheek on his chest, listening to his heart, feeling his warm hand on my bare back and just moved with him. It was only when the music stopped and I looked around that I realized the other dancers had cleared the floor for us, and now applauded us as I blushed.

It seemed too soon and the day was over. Now, we were quiet as we walked together to his car. He opened the door, closing it carefully after me. After starting the engine, he reached for my hand and held it as we drove to my little hovel. As he pulled up outside the building, I felt sadness that this evening would be ending. Davis seemed to feel the same. He turned me to him, holding me by the shoulders, contemplative. Then he leaned down to kiss me, gently at first, just soft lips brushing against each other, then bolder, with more urgency, washing my mouth with his tongue, demanding entrance. I responded eagerly, accepting his probing tongue into my mouth, teasing it, loving it. When we broke apart, he began to shower my face with angel bites, butterfly kisses, little licks and nips, anything to keep us close and touching. My hands found a home in his hair, massaging his scalp, holding him near me. I felt the now-familiar ache I had come to associate with him, the nearly overwhelming desire he created in me. 

We were pressed together, my nipples hard from the contact with him, the demi-bra not much support at this point. His hands caressed my cheeks, molding me to his touch. It seemed impossible not to go further, and yet, we didn't. The kisses slowed, became softer and less demanding. Finally, we were just together in the dark world of his car, two people who seemed to belong together. Just not tonight.

He moved around the car, opening my door, assisting me out. He walked me to my apartment, waiting until I unlocked and opened the door. Then, he kissed me softly on the forehead and said goodnight.

I went inside, closing the door and leaning against it, unsure of what had happened. The lust I had felt all these weeks had turned to like and real desire. I couldn't wait for tomorrow to begin.

The next morning, I was in a quandary. Not sure what to do, I chose to do nothing. I cleaned the showers and dressing rooms first, making them fresh and ready for Davis. I went to the pool and openly admired him while he swam. But then, I continued to clean offices and various rooms, fighting the pull of the showers and the two men. This seemed better. After he dressed, Davis came to find me, to ask me to spend the day with him. That seemed right too. I happily agreed, arranging to meet him when I finished.

Just in case, I had dressed carefully that morning. Now, as I shed my cleaning clothes, I stood before the mirror, watching myself. First, I had worn a soft, lacy peach bra, sheer and gossamer. Just in case someone were to look, my dark brown nipples were visible through the fabric. The matching panties were scant, barely covering my thick auburn curlies, already growing moist at the thought of a day with Davis. I had worn another sundress, this one peach, with tiny straps and a full, flirty skirt. My tanned legs and shoulders glowed. I pulled my hair into a pony tail, which swayed seductively as I walked. I added some soft lip gloss and a spray of vanilla and went out to meet Davis. 

He was again in the lobby, but this time I didn't expect the red Speedo. I also didn't expect the handsome man beside him. It took me a moment to recognize Tattoo. He was dressed in chinos, perfectly fitted, and a sky blue shirt. As I stood beside them, I couldn't help thinking what a lovely threesome we were. We stood there, chatting and laughing, when I realized this would be the perfect opportunity to introduce Sue into the group. 

I excused myself and went to Sue's office, knocking lightly before entering. Sue was doing paperwork and didn't even hear me enter. She looked up in surprise at my voice, smiling. "Good morning, dear, how are you today? Have you given any more thought to our discussion of yesterday?"

I could barely contain my excitement. "Oh, Sue, I was out with Davis all day yesterday and he is a marvelous man! And we are spending the day together today too. And.....Tattoo is with us! Join us and get to know them. We can have so much fun....please?"

Sue stood up immediately. She was a lovely woman, and looked particularly pretty today. She too was dressed in a summery frock, looking cool and inviting. We hugged each other and walked out of the office together. 

In the lobby, the guys were talking together, waiting. I introduced Sue to both of them and was happy to see Tattoo....Mark's eyes light up. He shook her hand and pulled her to his side, very pleased with his date.

It was another beautiful day and Davis had the top down on the car. We drove into the country, enjoying the fresh air and the company. Conversation flowed, laughter punctuated the entire trip. Davis reached for my hand, holding it possessively for the entire drive.

By chance, we found a country carnival and spent the day enjoying it. The food was delicious and we nibbled all day, feeding each other and sharing each new delicacy. We rode all the rides, my favorite being the Ferris wheel. The guys, as usual, tried to outdo each other in winning games and soon Sue and I had our arms loaded with stuffed animals. Through it all, there was the underlying feeling that I belonged here, belonged with Davis. With all the laughter and all the fun, I had that tiny ache that reminded me of how much I wanted to be with this man.

Our foursome got along well. We had the same delight, the same interest in everything around us, the same joy in living. The day was perfect. As the sun set, and the garish lights filled the darkness, we separated into couples, going our own way for the rest of the evening. Davis bought a huge strip of tickets for the Ferris wheel, sharing that tiny world with me as we spun high over the crowd, just us, together. He was incredible and we spent many happy minutes, holding each other and sharing warm, sexy kisses.

I couldn't remember wanting a man more. His arms around me felt right. As our lips feasted together, I pressed into him, wanting to remind him of my womanly attributes. My nipples were engorged and achy, my body flushed with desire. Now, his hands slid down my sides, enclosing me in warmth. His thumbs slipped under my breasts, massaging the sloping softness, just barely grazing the undersides of my taut nipples. I moaned into his mouth, trying to get closer to him, trying to move into his hands, trying to encourage his delightful explorations. 

He smelled deliciously of fresh air, sandalwood and himself. My face nestled into his neck, in a place that seemed made for me, as I gave myself over to him and his knowledgeable hands. He had skill. He knew how to touch me, where to touch me to inflame my senses. Without touching any of my known sweet spots, he had me totally in his control. My mind was filled with desire, the warm rush of excitement overtaking me. It was amazing to me that he could incite me in such a manner, without apparently trying. My hands searched for a place to rest. For some reason, it seemed right to settle them on his chest, against his pounding heart. I could see his erection, pushing against his pants, tenting them. But it was apparent that he wanted this to go slowly, tantalizingly, and I wanted to follow his lead. Kisses were allowed. kisses everywhere, all available flesh on the neck, shoulders, hands, face. Light massage, teasing massage, just enough to keep my breath short and my heart racing was allowed. The Ferris wheel spun, the colors whirled and my senses were in overdrive. desire weighed heavily on my eyes, half closing them, glazing them.  

Sometimes, the Ferris wheel would stop for periods of time, loading and unloading, and we just rocked together in our world, our private heaven, our mouths locked, our hands tentatively exploring. 

Finally, we ran out of tickets and the carnival began closing down. We met Mark and Sue at the pre-arranged spot, and headed to the car. Once again, Davis wrapped his sweater around me, holding me for an extra minute, making me feel special and safe. We left the top down for the ride home, the stars glittering over us, the moon guiding us back to the city. It was a good reason to stay close to him, for warmth.

Sue and Mark seemed very infatuated. They sat together, talking softly, occasionally sharing a kiss, a good match. The conversation on the way home was quieter, but still I felt a real kinship with these people. Again, it had been a perfect day.

We went by the gym, leaving Sue and Mark together in the parking lot, making plans for the next day. Davis drove me home again, stopping in front of my building for some additional kisses. Then, a perfect gentleman, he walked me to my door, kissing my nose and telling me goodnight. 

TO BE CONTINUED.....



Confessions of a Cleaning Lady Ch. 05



The work week began. I had to get up early for my job at the gym, arriving there at 5AM. I continued with my schedule of cleaning the showers and dressing rooms, watching Davis swim and then cleaning the offices. After work, I dressed and hurried to University to attend my classes and work on my dissertation. Sometimes, I would be in the library until late, researching and laboriously writing, anxious now that the end was near.

Through it all, there was Davis. Smiling at the pool, bringing me a picnic lunch at the library, driving me home in the evenings. His car became our refuge. We spent hours holding each other, kissing, touching, driving each other crazy with desire and need. But, his plan seemed to include waiting. So I waited. 

Most nights, after he walked me, and my wobbly legs, to my door, I would take my bath and wrap in his sweater, so soft against my naked body, smelling like him, feeling I was in his arms. I dreamed of him, thought of him, saw him everywhere. I knew that something would have to happen soon. I knew I had to be with him or go crazy.

Sue didn't have such problems. She and Mark had hit it off the first day and had progressed to sleepovers. She was deliriously enamored with him, her conversations full of little comments about what he said or did. I felt backward, having nothing to say about my love life except some heavy necking sessions. 

Then, just when I despaired of ever being with Davis, things did change.

It was the Saturday night before Easter and the gym was going to be closed the next day. Davis and I had spent the entire day together at a Cary Grant film festival. We both loved his films and quoted entire scenes to each other. We also ate great junk food, sipped wine and kissed extravagantly. The man drove me crazy. There was never a person who looked as good in jeans and a knit shirt as Davis Scott. He had a beautiful mind and body, a killer combination. He was the perfect gentleman, yet knew when to take control. The festival was in a huge old ballroom, and everyone brought quilts and pillows and stretched out on the floor while watching. There were trivia contests throughout the day, and we handily won several. I loved the fact that he was as much a geek as me!  Supplementing the snack bar food, we brought a basket full of our favorites, plus several bottles of a light white wine that was delicious.

When the final film ended, we gathered our stuff and started out the door. I was giggly and light-headed and Davis held my arm to guide me to the car. As usual, he assisted me in, carefully closing the door behind me and walked around the car. Sliding into the car, he pulled me close and kissed me. I generally melt into his kisses and I did this time too. My body pressed against him, my hands slid around his neck, holding him close. Our mouths molded together, his tongue entered me, swirling, making me ache for him.

Pausing, he sighed. "Alex, tonight would be the perfect night, but I don't want to take advantage of your slightly....um, inebriated condition. I shouldn't have let you drink so much, my baby."

His words nearly sobered me. Tonight? Tonight and I was going to miss it because of some wine? Oh, no! No way! I had been waiting too long, wanted this too much to wait any longer.

I struggled to sit up straighter, gain control of this situation. "Davis, I am fine. I am perfectly alert and aware. I want you so much, please, Davis, please, tonight?

Davis smiled at me, not really inclined to refuse me. "We'll go to my house and see how you are doing, baby. Understand, Mouse, I want our memories clear and wonderful."

On the drive home, I gathered my wits about me, the poster child for sobriety. I was doing a fine job, talking about the festival as Davis maneuvered the streets home. In the parking garage, I was able to walk alone to the elevator.

We held hands, but I was clearly capable of making the distance.

When he opened the door and turned on the lights, I was immediately grateful I had never invited him into my hovel. His apartment was lovely. The large living room was well-decorated with warmth and charm. The furniture was masculine, but not forbidding. He had a huge fireplace against one side, a wall of windows leading to a balcony on the other. I settled into a leather chair, feeling secure and comfortable, as he moved around the room, starting the fire, opening the drapes, clicking on the CDs. I loved watching him move. He had a grace about him, a confidence that whatever he did was well done. Then he reached for my hand and led me through the apartment. It was all arranged in the same charming style. The kitchen was large, neat and obviously well-used. The bedroom did not look like it belonged to a swinger, rather to a man secure in himself. Here the wall of windows continued, the balcony outfitted with comfortable furniture and lovely blooming plants. It looked like Davis. He had made his mark on every room, every feature of this space. 

We walked back into the living room in time to hear the theme to "Charade". He opened his arms to me, pulling me close. We danced. Now, I was completely sober, intoxicated only by the proximity of this man. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heart, feeling his warmth, the indescribable heat of his hand on my back. The now-familiar ache between my legs began again, and I sighed. 

He placed his finger under my chin, lifting my face, looking intently at me, before leaning in for a kiss. Our mouths fitted together, our tongues sought and found, and our breath mingled. I felt his hands sliding up and down my spine, as I leaned into him, molding to him, becoming one with him. 

The only light in the room came from the blazing fire and the skyline. But it was enough. I could see the reflected desire in his eyes and was grateful we had waited this long. This was not just coupling from lust, this was a joining of two people who truly cared for each other.

We stood before the fire and began this new dance. His fingers moved up my back again, this time finding and opening the tiny buttons on my dress. I never doubted his ability to open them, I remembered well his skilled hands. I felt my dress loosen and then fall from me, leaving me in just the pretty lingerie I was so fond of wearing. Davis caught his breath as he gazed at me. The pale blue demi-bra and panties left little to the imagination. Against my tanned skin, they glowed in the firelight. With one finger, he traced my full breasts, making me shiver with delight. 

"Oh, Mouse, you are so lovely. I have wanted you for such a long time, but I wanted to wait. I hope you understand, that when I make love with you, I want it to be just that. Love. Not lust, not fucking. Tonight is going to be so wonderful. I love you, Mouse."

My heart was pounding, I was afraid he would see it against my bare chest. I stood before him, allowing him all the time he wanted to touch and admire me. As his fingers trailed my naked flesh, I trembled. Looking into his face for permission, I reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head, exposing the chest that I so admired. His jeans slid off easily, leaving him in silk boxers, also blue, which made me chuckle. We were nearly twins!

We stood there for a long time. My eyes feasted on his fit body, his smooth skin, his wonderful face. Finally, I reached for him, to trace the flesh, feel the warmth, linger over the bumps and valleys that made Davis. He reached too, and his fingertips were welcomed. I stood quietly, allowing him to touch and learn. I mentally urged him to find all my sweet spots. And he did. Each place he touched seemed to be perfect and I continuously thought, "Yes, right there, I want to be touched only there!" Then his hand would move and I would silently marvel at that spot, the perfection of that caress.

Finally, the touching was not enough. We both needed more. We walked together to the large sofa, sinking into the cool, smooth leather, our arms entwined. Rolling toward each other, we began kissing again, this time so different as bare flesh touched bare flesh and fires ignited throughout. It was as if we couldn't get close enough, touch enough. He pulled me onto his lap and held me close, his hands claiming my needy flesh, his mouth covering mine. At times, his hands stilled, and only his mouth moved on mine, lightly, roughly, gently sucking my lower lip between his, thrusting his tongue into me. It was dizzying, the things he did to me. I couldn't keep up with him, with the variety and variations. 

My body thrust against his, my hands held him as if my life depended on it. I was growing frustrated with the wisps of satin that separated us, but Davis was enjoying them. He stroked, with just one finger, around the edges of my bra, making the skin tingle and heat, moving me closer to total oblivion. My eyes were closed and I inhaled his scent, filling my mind and heart completely. I followed his finger as it leisurely traced the fabric, marking me. I couldn't move. I totally surrendered to him, and I felt the joy of knowing we would join. His kisses became lazy, little licks and nips, deliberately driving me insane with desire. I arched up to him, but he ignored me, continuing his slow exploration. His fingers lingered on the tiny bra clasp, and I stopped breathing, but he didn't open it. Instead, he ran his fingertips over the smooth fabric, making my nipples engorged and pucker.

Now he paid attention! He scraped those erect nipples with his nails, causing me to moan. He delighted in them, even sucking them lightly through the cloth. I could feel his erection under me, pressing through two layers of silk to warm my ass. His mouth moved back and forth, nursing my rosy nipples, making me squirm with desire. I was so intent on those sensations, I didn't even notice his clever fingers reaching, finally, for the clasp and releasing it. Suddenly, the bra was loosened, the skin exposed to the warmth of his breath. With his mouth, he pushed aside the fabric, kissing the soft slopes of my full breasts, licking them with long strokes. Then, oh, then, he found the hardened nipple and closed around it. I cried out, called his name, clasped his head to prevent him from changing directions. I arched my back to him, offering him my breasts, my nipples, my entire body was his now.

I moved my hips on his lap, causing his already-erect cock to throb even larger. I wasn't sure how much longer I could wait to feel our naked bodies pressed together, the ache between my legs was nearly unbearable. Finally, he seemed to be in tune with me. With one final kiss to my distended nipple, he turned his attention to other things. His hand slid down my hip, pushing my blue panties down and off. He lifted me off his lap and stood. His cock was straining against his boxers, making a wet spot. I sat forward, my hands on his waistband, and I pulled gently, lifting them over his manhood and lowering them to the ground. He stepped gracefully from them while I feasted on the sight of his beautiful cock, all pink and hard and dripping with precome. I leaned forward more, sliding my tongue over the purple head, catching precious drops of his excitement and bringing them into my mouth. I closed my eyes and savored my first taste of him. 

He stepped closer and I licked the velvety head repeatedly, swirling around it, enjoying, finally, his cock in my mouth. Then I corrected myself. It was my cock. I had waited patiently and it belonged to me. I wrapped my lips around the head, allowing my tongue to circle. I flicked over the tiny opening, enjoying the precome that was now pouring out and down. To his credit, he did not grab my head or push me down. He allowed me my own rhythm, my own pace. I slid my lips further, moving them slowly down the shaft, feeling the distended veins and the incredible tautness. It took some time, but I was finally able to close my lips around the base, holding his entire length inside my mouth. Then I began to suck, so softly at first, then with more insistence. My fingers found his balls and began to massage and knead them, molding them with my hands, enjoying the weight and mass. His hips began to dance with me, slowly thrusting forward and filling my mouth even more. His fingers lightly caressed my scalp, gently combing through my curls. Honestly, I could have remained here forever. Now, I slid my wet lips up and down his shaft, moving to the very tip and then plunging down again. I had waited so long to taste him, to feel his...my cock in my mouth. it took a moment for me to realize his fingers had tightened in my hair, that he was pulling me back, stopping me. 

I looked up at him and he slid his hands to my shoulders, helping me stand. Now, for the first time, we pressed our naked bodies together, flesh to flesh, molding together and fitting perfectly, as I knew we would. A soft love song filled the air and the fire crackled. He wrapped his arms around me and began dancing. Only Davis could dance totally naked and still look incredibly graceful and perfect. He continued to kiss me as we moved slowly around the room, his cock hard and hot against my tummy. The kisses turned deeper, harder, more demanding. When the song ended, Davis smiled at me. His voice was deep and sensual as he held me close. "I want you, my sweet Mouse. I want you to spend the night with me and share the delight we have been waiting for all this time. We belong together and tonight I would like us to be together. I love you, Alex. Come with me now, please?"

Please? As if there was any doubt that I would follow him to the ends of the earth! I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted him, had wanted him for weeks! We walked hand in hand, stopping to kiss, into the bedroom. He had a huge bed, warm and very inviting. Davis scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed, lowering me into the softness and following me. Now, we were horizontal, pressed together, our mouths matched, my toes barely reaching his knees. We kissed, caressed, moved together, enjoying finally being together with unlimited access. His hands moved languidly, touching and finding every sweet spot I had ever known and some new ones too. When he moved down my body, I was suddenly embarrassed by my eagerness. He kissed and licked, moving slowly, as if every inch of me was important, not just the well-known hot spots. I loved that about him too. I was a complete package, not just some breasts and a pretty pussy. 

Then his tongue reached out and touched me, sliding through my wetness and finding my engorged slit. I wanted to remember everything about tonight, but I couldn't focus. The sensations were too exquisite, too intense. I just know I fell deeper and deeper into Davis, wanting and receiving all I could ever hope for. I felt myself gathering up, growing stiff and ready, almost immediately. It seemed seconds later when I cried out his name, my body spasming against his face, his tongue buried deep inside me. Over and over again, he brought me to orgasm, until I felt weak and totally sated.

Only then did he make the trip up my body, lingering and caressing my exhausted body. I could feel his cock, my cock, still distended and hot against my flesh. My legs, my very rubbery legs, had a life of their own. They fell open and my hot little hand reached for him, wrapped around him, and guided him into my swollen, wet pussy. Just the feel of him in my hand brought me back to a feverish level. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with desire for him, wanting him deep inside me, plunging and thrusting. 

He began slowly, gently. But I growled his name, buried my fingers in his ass cheeks, wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. Still, he toyed with me. I thrust up against him, matching his strokes.

Then I stopped. I looked up at him, into his face that was so dear to me, and spoke carefully. "I love you, Davis. I knew I did from nearly the first, but each minute has increased my love for you. You are kind, sweet and loving. You are intelligent and thoughtful. And your body makes me wet with desire. I love you. I want you. I need you. I'm glad we waited, but I can't wait any longer. Now it is my turn to say 'please'. Please, Davis, now! Make love to me now!"

Maybe he was waiting for those words, maybe the timing was right. But his cock began to plunder my depths, probing and thrusting harder and faster. I reveled in the feel of him inside me for the first time. This I would remember forever! He moved gracefully as always, deeper and deeper into my pinkness, sliding through the silky wetness. I continued to murmur to him, my nails gently raking his back, his spine, his ass. Then, he stopped, holding himself poised above me for the smallest instant. I watched his face as he made his final thrust, his cock ready to explode. I felt the heat as his come filled me and his eyes stared into mine. He leaned to kiss me at the final moment, holding me close as he poured himself into my sweet pussy. My legs remained wrapped around him, holding him flush against me. I felt his throbbing slow and finally stop as he collapsed on me. We remained immobile for a few minutes, marveling at the joy we had found tonight.

TO BE CONTINUED.....