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The Window Cleaner

By: SexyKat



Kirsty had been off work for three days now. She had a throat infection and could barely speak. Her throat was very hot and dry constantly.

Although it was nice to have time off and the house to herself she was getting increasingly bored. Her room was tidy, she had plucked her eye brows, waxed her pubic hair all off making her pussy all neat and very young looking, she had even gone as far as to start working out.

It was now eleven am Wednesday and having phoned in sick for the third day Kirsty was lying on the sofa watching the music channels. Going upstairs she decided to put her sports bra on and take off her PJ bottoms and go work out in front of the TV.

She stood in front of the mirror admiring her freshly shaven pussy before pulling her g-string up and putting her sports bra on. She was very pleased with the new look. It felt very smooth to touch and her pants felt very soft against her skin.

She dragged the mini jogger to the centre of the room, flicked to MTV dance and started jogging. Watching herself in the reflection of the paintings dotted around the lounge encouraged her to work harder. The light from the window caught the curves of her belly perfectly and she loved the way she looked. Slim, toned, with great firm breasts. After about 20 minutes jogging the sweat was beginning to make her skin glisten. She stopped for a sec with her hands on her hips looking at her reflection in the pictures. She was very attractive but hadn't really noticed it herself before.

Staring at her slightly sweaty, semi-naked body Kirsty began to get turned on. She went upstairs to the full length mirror in her room to get a better look at herself. Standing in front of it she slowly slipped her hand into her pants and was surprised to find her pussy was quite wet. She began gently rubbing herself with one hand whilst pulling the string tighter between her pussy lips with the other.

She stopped for a second to take her bra off. Her breasts swung free but rested slightly pointing upwards with her nipples moderately aroused. She began to lightly brush over them with her finger tips and they became more aroused she pinched them harder until they were solid.

She lay down on her back with her knees bent and legs apart so she could see her now very wet cunt in the mirror. She began rubbing her clit harder through her pants now. She was really turned on and began rubbing her clit before climaxing loudly and quickly.

As she caught her breath and opened her eyes she heard something against the window. Without thinking she stood up and opened the curtains coming face to face with the window cleaner. He looked pretty embarrassed and Kirsty guessed that he had heard her playing with herself. She beckoned to him to come inside and on the way out her bedroom grabbed a dressing gown before opening the front door.

She knew the window cleaner to say hi to but nothing else. She opened the door and let him in before walking into the living room... "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for you to catch me I have been ill off work this week and have been really bored." Kirsty explained. "Its ok, don't worry about it. Everyone masturbates right?" he replied "It's just that I caught you that's all" Kirsty still felt embarrassed but asked him.... "Do you masturbate? Show me what you do."

The window cleaner looked pretty embarrassed now but slowly he undid his fly and pulled his already erect cock out of his trousers. He maintained eye contact with Kirsty as he began to run his hand up and down the shaft of his dick.

"Harder.' Kirsty said. He began to squeeze and move his hand harder and faster up and down his dick. He suddenly stopped much to Kirsty's disappointment. He stood up in front of her and gently guided her head so her mouth was in-line with his dick. "You are such a naughty girl, masturbating like that when I bet you knew I was outside your room. I want you to tell me how much you want to suck me, and then do it."

Kirsty was shocked by the sudden role reversal but was getting very turned on by his dominating approach. She stared at him with big eyes and said "let me suck your dick." With this she lid her lips round his dick and slid the whole thing into her mouth. Her throat burned intensely but she knew he didn't care. He began holding her head onto his dick and thrusting deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her dressing gown fell loose so she was kneeling in front of him in just a wet g-string, her breasts still slightly sweaty from earlier and his dick in her mouth.

His hands went to her breasts and he began pinching her nipples really hard. "Suck it; make me cum in your mouth your naughty girl." His dick was huge and her nipples were beginning to sting as he was squeezing them so hard but she kept sucking. She began playing with his balls as well. Sucking his dick and stroking his balls as he thrust into her mouth and rubbed her nipples.

"Oh yes you bitch, I'm going to come in your mouth." With that he began to jerk as he shot his load into Kirsty's mouth and down her throat. She was gagging but swallowed it all, enjoying the liquid relief on the burning of her throat.

She got up and was about to wrap the dressing gown around her again when he stopped her. He sat down on the sofa, pulled her dressing gown to the floor and gently guided her so she was lying across his knee, belly down. "What a naughty girl making me come like that." He spanked her ass and she could feel herself getting wetter. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked. He slipped his finger down the crack of her ass until he reached her pussy and to his amusement found that it was wet. "Bad girl, getting turned on from sucking my dick." He spanked her again then pulled her pants off and threw them on the floor. His hands began exploring her pussy and ass and he found that she was clean shaven. "Like a tight little virgin aren't you? I've shown you how I masturbate, I've also seen you masturbate, you've sucked me off now I want to watch you cum again over this." He picked up a window sponge off the carpet. It had a long plastic phallic shaped handle with the sponge on the end. He positioned the plastic end against Kirsty's clit and began to gently move it back and forth. Kirsty started to moan. It wasn't long before the soap had ran down the plastic and was also dripping onto Kirsty's pussy making her really wet and soapy. He pushed it deep into her vagina and watched her buck against it. He made sure the handle was nice and wet before taking it out her pussy and sliding it up her ass. With that up her ass, and his fingers working her clit it wasn't long before Kirsty came again all over his hand. Bucking furiously, and blushing with embarrassment.

He smacked her ass hard just as she came then gently shoved her to the floor. "You ought to be careful how loudly you play in the future little lady or I might just have to come back and teach you another lesson." He left, leaving Kirsty lying on her lounge floor, feeling stretched and slightly sore. 

The Window Cleaner



Pippa held out Jennie's hands with her own outstretched arms whilst studying her from head to toe. "Very professional in a sexy way," she declared with a devilish grin, "go get him and zap him between the eyes!" 

Jennie laughs. "You're mad! I'm not after anyone, honest."

"Give me a break," said Pippa, "for the last six months you have dressed for work like an old prude and suddenly today you are wearing a mini-skirt up to your ass?"

"We are not all like you," Jennie replied teasingly, "you were with me when I bought it and...if I remember correctly...you chose it!"

Fighting back Pippa said, "That's irrelevant. I'm gonna give you a call at lunchtime and see what you're up to and check you out," she winked.

They kissed each other on the cheek and bid each other a pleasant day as Jennie left the apartment for work.

And as Jennie sat on the downtown train on her journey she reflected on the chance luck she had been given. She was an upstate girl, new to the city and knew nothing about city life. She had responded to the advertisement on the internet - "Young and feisty girl seeks similar to share accommodation in suburbs."

Jennie and Pippa exchanged emails and photographs until they trusted each other enough to make that first tentative phone call. They bonded instantly. Jennie was now ready to accept the promotion to the city that she had been offered within the company.

Jennie suddenly burst into laughter as she thought about the first time that Pippa had taken her out to show her the city nightlife. She took no notice as the other travellers on the train looked at her strangely, almost as if she was insane.

They had been walking home when a flasher jumped out in front of them. Jennie's first instincts were to turn and run. She had heard of them but had never seen one before and had no idea how to tackle the situation. Then Pippa spoke to him; and within seconds his flashing candle was reduced to a floppy wick. And from that night on Jennie trusted Pippa implicitly. She was not only street-wise but knew the score and how to handle it.

Arriving at work Jennie settled into the office that she shared with her boss. But today she was alone in the room on the 25th floor as he was out of town on business. "The working day would be the same," she chuckled to herself, "but with an added dimension." 

For Pippa had been correct in her assumption, Jennie was making an attempt at catching the eye of Mark in the accounts department. She didn't want to reveal this to Pippa in case she failed. She had heard on the grapevine that he didn't have a girl and, with her boss away she could wear the uniform of ritual courtship.

Jennie made several excuses to herself for needing to go and see him. It was during the last of these visits before lunch when Sue spoke to her while they waited at the coffee machine. "We have all tried my love," she said, "I wish you luck, but he is gay."

Jennie went back to her office feeling somewhat gutted and disappointed with life. Flashers, gays and middle-aged bosses are all she had met in this city so far. She sat at her desk that faced the window. Where are the men? she asked the high-rise offices on the other side of the street, shaking her head. It was then that her mobile phone rang and it was Pippa.

"Hi!" Pippa chirped, "you not going out for some lunch today?"

Jennie started to tell Pippa the story about Mark in accounts when suddenly her eyes were distracted. The ropes outside of the window on the 25th floor had been there for what seemed like ages. They must have moved before but she had never noticed, this time she did.

At first all she saw was a yellow hard-hat appearing from below. Then, as the platform was slowly raised, a white t-shirt. "You're never gonna believe this!" she told Pippa.

"You have just died and gone to heaven," responded Pippa after Jennie had described the hunk that stood in front of her. "What are you wearing underneath?"

"Pardon? My pink thong...why?"

"Open your legs and let him see!" 

"You're not serious are you?"

"Listen Jennie," said Pippa, "he won't smash through the window and who the hell can see you apart from him?"

She has a point, Jennie thought, the door was behind her on the right-hand side and her legs were under the desk, even if anyone walked in they would not see. And so...she opened her legs.

"What is he doing now?" Pippa asked.

Jennie rested her elbow on the desk and peeping through her outstretched thumb and fingers resting on her hot brow, she replied, "He's looking up my skirt and feeling his crotch." 

"Oh Yes! He's feeling himself, I'm feeling myself and I want you to do the same." 

Jennie was caught up in the flow of two sexually aroused people and was now the centre of both their attentions. She felt aroused by it, she felt safe by it and she felt an obligation to learn from her friend. And so...she began to stroke.

"Oh My Gawd!" screamed Jennie, "he's got it out!"

"Pull your gusset to one side, return the favour," suggested Jennie.

Jennie needed very little persuasion now, she was caught up in the flow and made no attempt to hide her face to the hunk as she stroked her fingers slowly up and down between her now wet petals. She watched as he began to move his hand up and down his shaft to the same rhythm. And she heard Pippa's vocal orchestra, as her friend used nothing but her imagination to picture the scene to frig herself.

Jennie slid further down the chair, opened her legs wider and inserted two fingers deep inside of her to try and replicate the huge cock that was on display before her, they were not enough. She inserted a third and then a fourth and motion was essential now.

All her senses were being aroused. She watched transfixed as the window cleaner jerked himself off, she heard the groans of Pippa, she felt the intrusion of her fingers inside of herself and detected the aroma of her own sex. There was something missing and she needed to taste.

She groaned with pleasure as she felt the first signs of orgasm, that point of no return when the contractions begin. She tried to focus on his eyes but could see that he too had lost all control. She pleaded with Pippa but she too was about to orgasm.

And then they came, together as one. Untouched by each other except by pure eroticism and imagination.

The window cleaner shot his load onto the window, Jennie heard the sound of her own squirt as it hit the side if the trash can and the screams of Pippa as her vaginal muscles contracted in empathy. 

Jenny dropped the phone as she was drawn to the window. She looked at the sticky cum clinging to the outside slowly making its way down and the runny liquid racing ahead. She thought about the one lacking sense, that of taste. She put her face to the window and from the inside; she imagined she had licked it. 



The Window Cleaner Pays A Visit



I was in the bath, just relaxing when it happened. And it happened so suddenly. One moment I was laying back in the water, enjoying the warmth and soapy bubbles lapping around my naked body and the next the window was opened abruptly from the outside.

I had the window open just a crack to let the steam out of the bathroom, as there was a problem with condensation. My flat was on a busy street and so I had heard noises, but they were just the usual noises of the outside at 9am on a Saturday morning. I had been oblivious to the sound of the ladder or the usual window cleaning noises, but now I looked there were soap suds on the glass and a bucket balanced on the window ledge.

As the window opened, I instinctively covered my breasts and sat up in the water. 

"Excuse me?" I said. I saw a pair of legs, clad in jeans come in and step over the window sill. The man didn't answer. He didn't say anything at all in fact, he just closed the window. I was terrified. I was alone in the flat and knew no one would be back for hours. Besides, to keep myself safe I had locked the door from the inside. I screamed. The man turned and slapped a broad, workmans hand over my mouth.

"No need for that, love." He said. I looked up at him. He was fiftyish, short and overweight, with hairy arms and hairy hands but a completely bald head. I was sure that I had never seen him before, but he may well have been my window cleaner. Certainly I had seen somebody cleaning the apartment block windows. I tried to make a noise again, but his hand blocked all sound and I thrashed in the water to try and get away from his grip. "Shhh." He said, in a gentle voice. "I'm not going to hurt you." I stopped thrashing. "I've just been watching you, that's all." I was sure that I was going to be murdered and tried the different tactic of trying to manouver myself out of the bath, but his hand stayed over my mouth and the other pushed me effortlessly back down into the water. It was no good. He was much stronger than me. I began to cry. He smiled. "Don't cry, love." He said, not unkindly. "I won't hurt you, I promise. I've just been watching you and I think you're very pretty." I continued to weep. His crotch was at my head height and I could see he had an erection. "I just wanted to come and talk to you." 

I sat in the water, unable to move, knowing that this man had complete power over me. He moved his free hand to cup my large, wet breasts. 

"I have been watching you for a while," I shivered with distaste as he spoke, "and I find you absolutely beautiful." He rubbed the nipple of my left breast, and involuntarily I shivered a little from the pleasant sensations. My body was betraying me. 

With one hand still over my mouth he pulled a silky, ladies scarf from his pocket and carefully, skilfully, gagged me with it. I tried to make noise again, but it was in vain. The gag did what he had intended it to. Now unable to make any noise, my only means of attracting attention was completely gone. Now with his hands free, he proceeded to lift me from the bath and lay me down on the carpeted bathroom floor. I struggled, but he was twice my size. 

"No need to struggle, sweetheart." He said. "You won't get away. Just let me have what I want." And he pulled some nylon rope from a jacket pocket and tightly bound my hands in front of me. Tears were still rolling from my eyes but I knew he was going to rape me, no matter what. He left me laying on the bathroom floor and took off his jacket and teeshirt. He was disgustingly hairy, I noted. He pulled off his shoes and jeans, and I saw, clearly, the outline of his penis through his boxer shorts. He pulled those off and was fully naked, hairy as a baboon and hard. 

He started off my kissing my breasts, and I shivered with disgust but he continued anyway, slowly kissing around the nipples and finally taking one and then the other into his mouth and sucking. I couldn't help but make a gasping sound as he did this, and he took it as encouragement. 

"Your tits are beautiful." He croaked, and I closed my eyes, letting the feelings swell in my chest as he cupped the firm E-cups in his rough, manual workers hands and lapped at them. Despite myself, his efforts on my nipples were making me wet and my pussy pulsated, much to my shame, beneath me. He kissed down to my stomach and then, his lips arrived at my mound, freshly shaven only half an hour before and already prickling slightly with stubble burn where I hadn't had a chance to moisturise it. He licked the bald flesh and commented on the lack of hair. "Only sluts have bald cunts." He chuckled. "I guess I know what you are." He moved down, between my thighs and I eased my legs open for him. "Oh?" He laughed. "You want it now?" I made no effort to make a sound, I just let him do what he wanted to do. He parted my lips and, to my shame, found me wet. He licked from my anus to my clit and I shivered, my hips bucking involuntarily. He did it again and I let out a long moan through my gag. My clit felt huge and I needed it licked and sucked. He moved himself up on his knees and began to untie my hands. "If you want it then I guess there's no need for this." He smirked, and undid the rope. As soon as he did my hands were on the back of his head, forcing him down to lick my engorged clit. I groaned out, longingly and he didn't let me down, lapping at the hard bud like a cat at a bowl of cream. I moaned and groaned and bucked beneath him, knowing I would cum soon. The shame was all encompassing, knowing that I now wanted this fat old man to make me orgasm, but the feelings in my pussy were stronger than the feelings of shame and guilt and I was blinded suddenly when he plunged two, thick, sausage-like fingers straight into my cunt, right up to the knuckle. Simultaneously he sucked hard on my clit and I came, gushing on to his hand and groaning around the gag. 

The man moved his head from between my legs and looked up at me, straight in the eye. 

"Do we understand each other now, sweetheart?" I nodded. I sat up and he helped me remove my gag. He kissed me deeply on the mouth, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth as he dragged me into a standing position. He was quite the most unattractive man who had ever made me cum, crazy eyebrows and no hair on his head, a hairy back and his crotch was bristling with unkempt, dark hair. He pushed me against the wall and mauled at my tits again, squeezing them and pinching the nipples. I moaned, sluttishly. I reached for his thick cock in the matted rug of pubic hair between his legs and wanked it up and down. He moaned as I did it and I tugged his balls. I fell to my knees and took his member in my mouth. It was short and fat, just like him and I could taste his precum. He pulled my hair as I bobbed my head on his cock and then forced it to the back of my throat so I gagged.

"Get up, you slut, and let me show how a real man fucks." He growled. 

He bent me over the wash basin and entered me in one, swift movement. I cried out and watched myself in the mirror, my hair wet from the bath and this old man that I didn't know thrusting in and out of me from behind. My tits mashed against the porcelain of the basin and the man reached around and grabbed at them. His cock was stretching the walls of my cunt and soon I was cumming again, screaming out, this time not through fear, but in slut-crazed pleasure. He pulled my hair as I came and called me a whore. I supposed I was a whore, this man had started off by trying to attack me and now I was having an orgasm around his cock. 

"I know I am!" I cried and he pulled my hair harder. "I'm a fucking whore!" I spat. His hand moved to the front of my pussy and my clit and he violently rubbed it. With the other hand he grabbed hold of my hip and drove his cock in harder. "I'm a fucking whore and I love your fucking cock!" I screamed.

"I knew you were a fucking slut," he panted, "I've seen you, laying in the bath and touching your pussy, or on your bed, fucking yourself with your huge dildo." He had obviously been watching me for months. "I've spunked all over your windows, watching you get fucked by men in the mornings. I stand on the extension and I fucking wank my cock, watching you get fucked." I groaned. "Does that turn you on, you little whore?" He asked. I looked him in the eye, through the mirror.

"I fucking love that I'm your whore now." I grunted, cumming again, my own filthy words the catalyst.

After that, the man pulled out of me and sat me down on the wide window sill that he had stepped over to get in. He pulled my legs apart and slowly eased himself back inside me. His hairy man-boobs jiggled as he build up a rhythm and he pulled my ankles over his shoulders. I could smell his cigarette-breath on my face as he pumped in and out of me. 

"Frig your cunt for me so I can concentrate on cumming, bitch." He said, breathlessly. My hand found my little love-bud and I rubbed it in fast, circular motions as he pressed on towards orgasm. He began to speed up and his words became a stream of filthy gibberish as I too came closer to orgasm. "You're so fucking tight, you little whore. This fucking cunt feels like it's never been used. If I hadn't seen you with so many men and fucking it with so many dildos I would think you were a fucking virgin," I was close, "I bet you've been a letting men up this cunt for years, do you take it up the arse?" I nodded. "Of course you do. You let men fuck you in the cunt and then in the arse and then I bet they spunk all over your lovely fucking tits." I squealed and my pussy came, again, around his short fat little cock. He yelped like an injured man, and just as my muscles spasmed around him again, he pulled out the first glob of cum hit my bald, little mound. He pulled at his own penis and a second stream hit my pierced navel and then finally, as he staggered back a third and forth jet hit my breasts. 

Breathless and panting, I opened my eyes a few minutes later, to see the man pulling the last of his clothes back on. I got off the window sill and sat on the edge of the bath. He looked at me, half with a smirk and half in distaste. 

"I think you'd better get back in the bath, now." And with that he opened the window and was gone.



The Window Cleaner's Bonus



This is a follow on from 'The Window Cleaner's Photograph' and although it is a self contained story in its own right, you'll probably get more from it if you've read that one first. 

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Glen's fortnightly window cleaning round had finally brought him back to the rather exclusive and opulent road where Mrs Clifton lived, and he had been dreading the day when he would have to call there again. The last time he had called she had persuaded him to pose with her for a photograph with them both naked and with her sucking him off. He had to admit to himself that he hadn't taken much persuading, even though Mrs Clifton was about twice his twenty four years, but ever since he had vacillated between regretting it and not.

The reason she gave was that she had discovered a photograph of her husband doing exactly the same thing with another man, and now she wanted him to know how it felt to come across such a picture. That was fair enough, a kind of tit for tat, he had persuaded himself, but he wondered what might await him in consequence. At best he figured an embarrassed Mrs Clifton would cancel his services and at worst an irate husband would be waiting to kick his teeth in. He had never met Mr Clifton, but in the photograph he was clearly no pansy and certainly not someone Glen wanted to meet on a dark night.

But maybe, with a little luck, neither of those things would happen, he wouldn't have been recognised in the photograph and she would prefer to pretend nothing had ever happened, and so things could continue as before. There was only one way he was going to find out.

When he finally got there Glen stood at the gate for several minutes gazing down the length of the gravelled drive, trying to get up the nerve to crunch his way to the Cliftons' large and expensive house and wondering if he should give the place a miss, just this once. But then he sighed to himself, knowing that if he missed the call this time it would only be harder the next time, and he couldn't afford to lose customers. 

All the same he found himself instinctively tiptoeing down the drive and putting his ladder against the wall as quietly as he could, as if that was going to make any difference. He was still going to have to knock on the door for payment in the end but he felt he had to limit the contact as much as he could. He worked his way steadily around the building, looking carefully into each room as he got there, half hoping to see nobody and half hoping to see just Mrs Clifton. Just so long as he didn't come across Mr Clifton lying in wait.

In the event he saw no one and he felt a surge of relief that the house was empty, the gods were smiling on him today. He gave the bell a quick ring, just for appearances sake, and began writing out a 'sorry you were out' card just to prove that he had called. With his head down and his back half turned to the door he didn't see it swing quietly open.

'Hello Glen, Come in.'

She held the door back and stood aside for him to enter; wearing the self same grey slacks and crisp white blouse as last time, as if deliberately reminding him. He prayed it wasn't an omen, but allowed himself to be ushered into the same well appointed lounge while she headed for the kitchen.

'Sit down, I'll bring coffee.'

As far as Glen was concerned things were not looking good, for this was exactly the way things had begun before. He obediently sat down and waited, although all he really wanted to do was collect his money and leave before her husband turned up.

'I won't be long.'

'It's all right, Mrs Clifton, you don't need to go to any trouble.'

'It's no trouble, and I need a word with you anyway.' He voice drifted back over the sound of cups clinking. 'And please call me Audrey; I think we know each other well enough to be on first name terms, don't you?' There was a hint of amusement in her tone.

He didn't answer; he just waited, silently listening for any sign of her husband's presence while remembering the last time and wondering what 'word' it was that she needed this time.

Within a couple of minutes she bustled in with two cups of coffee, placing them on the little table in front of him and taking a seat opposite. There was an uncomfortable silence while he watched her considering what she wanted to say, but eventually she looked directly at him.

'I owe you an apology.' She began. 'You must have thought you'd come across a mad woman the last time you cam - or a sex mad woman if nothing else. To be honest I was too angry with my husband to consider your feelings, and that was wrong of me, so please let me say I'm sorry.'

'It's okay; I wouldn't have let it happen if I minded.' He answered with a partial truth.

'Thank you for saying that, but it's not really okay and I do apologise.' She looked at him repentantly before her face abruptly brightened. 'But I also want to thank you, because you helped me bring things to a head that had been brewing for a long, long time.'

He looked at her curiously.

'I want you to know that the photos we took worked. In fact they worked better than I expected. He found them, just as I thought he would, and we had a god-awful row, just as I thought we would, and it ended with him walking out on me, just as I hoped he would. He's now gone to live with his boyfriend, and good riddance.'

'Oh, I'm sorry....'

'No! Don't be. It's the best thing that could have happened.'

His curiosity turned to blank disbelief. She was thanking him for the break-up of her marriage? 

'For thirty years I was married to a man who didn't want me, who preferred his own sex and only married me for the sake of appearances. For thirty years I've put up with a sex life that was boring and infrequent, very infrequent in fact, because he tried every way to avoid having to touch me more than he had to. You see, I didn't know Jonathan was gay when I married him, or that he looked on our marriage as a smokescreen for his inclinations.'

Glen watched distaste settle on her face as she said that last word, but then once again her expression cleared and she brightened. 

'But now I'm rid of him. I'm free now to catch up with the thirty years of sex that I've missed out on, and I do intend to catch up. There is so much that I've never tried. I'm going to do anything and everything. I'm going to find myself an adventurous lover and do anything he wants me to, and if he wants me to be kinky, then I'll be kinky. And you know why? Because now I can.' 

She lifted her eyes to look at him.

'There's so much I've gone without, just because he let me think that he wasn't interested in sex, and he was lying all the time. Do you know that I've never even had Jonathan go down on me? I've wanted it all my life but he would never ever do it to me, even though I've asked him to outright more than once. I've done it to him often enough, so you'd think he would, wouldn't you, and of course I've done it to you that once. But it's all able to change now, and that's thanks to you.'

'Hey, I was just the grateful recipient.' Glen laughed, and his cock twitched in recollection. He was feeling much more relaxed now that the likelihood of marital repercussions had receded, but also feeling just a little bit embarrassed at her apparent gratitude. 'You're the one who did the work.'

'Yes. But who else was I going to ask? Not one of our snobbish friends, that's for sure. They'd just brag about it at the golf club. No, it's because you said yes to my request, even though it must have seemed ridiculous, that I've now got the possibility of a fresh start and a sex life at long last, so whichever way you look at it, it's down to you.'

She squared her shoulders and her face took on a more serious expression.

'You remember I promised you a Christmas bonus, don't you?' She waited until he nodded, furrows of curiosity on his brow. 'And we both know what I meant, don't we?' Again he nodded. 'Well, I'd like to give you your bonus early, if you want?'

He looked at her blankly, too surprised to answer while thoughts raced and tumbled through his brain. He'd firmly expected her to be withdrawing her promise not bringing it forward. Yes, of course he'd love her to suck him off again, as long as there were no problems attached. The last time, the first time, had been fantastic for all she was so much older. He remembered that even though it had been done just to get a photograph and she could have stopped the moment the picture had been taken, she had kept going and let him come in her mouth. His cock jerked and lengthened in his jeans, but his brain was telling him to be careful. Why would a woman like her want to blow a man like him? What would she get out of it?

'You don't have to, of course.' She sounded disappointed at his hesitation. 'I guess I must seem ancient to you, and it can't be the most attractive of prospects. But in all honesty I enjoyed doing it last time and I thought you did too.'

'I did.' He managed to say at last, his rising erection becoming uncomfortable.

'But you don't fancy a repeat?' She shrugged, not noticing his discomfort. 'Perhaps I shouldn't blame you. I don't suppose I'd want to do it with someone my age either if I were you.'

It wasn't age that was putting him off, being blown by an older woman had a certain cachet about it, and it had to be said that she was far from aged and ugly. No, it was simply the fact that a rich socialite was offering to go down on her window cleaner, and without any apparent benefit to herself. His background and instincts made him wary of such gifts.

'It's not that.' He struggled for the words. 'It's just.... Well, it can't be just to say thank you, so why?'

She looked thoughtful, as if the 'why' had not occurred to her.

'Because you're a good looking young man, and what woman doesn't fancy a handsome younger man. Because I enjoyed doing it. Because you enjoyed doing it. Because... You'll have to forgive me if I sound a bit crude here, but because it was good to touch a cock that was rock hard and eager instead of sort of soft and reluctant. But I guess most of all because I want to.'

She fell silent and he was just about to reply when she suddenly spoke again.

'And, if I'm to be honest, it's also to prove to myself that I'm a normal sexy woman and that I can turn a man on, and therefore Jonathan being queer wasn't my fault.'

He was pleasantly surprised by her honesty. She hadn't needed to make that admission at all. He found her all the more interesting for confessing to being so human, and the idea of her mouth wrapped around his cock was becoming more and more tempting.

'I don't know why you're so unsure.' He told her, picturing the body he knew lay beneath her clothing. 'You're a very sexy woman, Mrs Clifton. You do turn me on.' 

That much was only too true, the pressure inside his jeans was reaching the point of discomfort and he fidgeted slightly to find his cock a more comfortable position. Her eyes flicked to the front of his jeans and she giggled girlishly.

'And I'd love a repeat, as you call it.' He told her, and then added impulsively 'Would you want me to do it to you as well?'

He wasn't sure which of them was more surprised at his unthinking offer. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth and she stared at him uncomprehendingly.

'Really?' She asked finally. 'You do mean that don't you?'

He nodded and smiled, feeling a surge of pleasure when he realised just how much he meant it. 'Yes. I do mean it. I'd love to.'

'So would I, I've waited all my life for it.' She told him. 'But there is a condition.'

'Condition?'

'Please, please, please call me Audrey. We can't carry on being so formal.'

His upbringing baulked at calling such a sophisticated lady by her first name, even in such circumstances, but he could see it would be ridiculous not to. 

'I'll try.' He told her. 'But I'll probably forget.' 

She smiled. 'So long as you don't call me 'honey' I don't really care.'

He chuckled to himself, thinking that he wouldn't call her that even though she was one. His thoughts about her had turned full circle, going from an older and untouchable sophisticate to a sexy and desirable woman within an hour, and he was having a job dealing with the turnaround.

'Can we go upstairs?' She asked quietly, almost nervously, bringing him back to astonishing reality. He didn't answer; he just stood up, kicked off his shoes as he knew she would want him to and waited for her to lead the way, wondering at the same time how come this was happening.

The bedroom was as he remembered it, deep soft pile cream coloured carpet and mirrored closets, sheer unashamed luxury. His mind went straight back to the last time he was here and her soft mouth closing around him, he shuddered and groaned with excitement at the memory and began to unbutton his shirt.

She hadn't paused to say anything more and now she immediately began to remove her clothing, pulling urgently at her blouse buttons and pushing her slacks and panties down together. Glen smiled to himself at her hurry, especially when she then collected her discarded clothing and, now completely nude, folded them neatly and placed them on a bedside chair. He simply kicked his jeans and boxers off, pulled his shirt over his head and pushed them all to one side until needed. The differences between them were not just those of age.

Now ready, she turned to face him, closing her eyes momentarily and drawing a quick appreciative breath at the sight of his erection before walking towards him, her arms out ready to go around him. Glen raised his own arms, but instead of encircling her he placed them on her shoulders as soon as she came within range and held her there at arms length while his eyes travelled up and down her naked body.

He could see that she must have been stunningly beautiful in her youth, for she was still very attractive, the ravages of age held at bay by genes and lifestyle. It was true that her breasts would no longer pass the pencil test, but they were still full and perky, tipped with quite large dark brown nipples. He let his eyes wander down, taking in the flawless skin of her belly and the blonde fuzz of her pubes. Even her legs were firm and athletic with none of the slackness and scribbled veins that come with years. He began to wonder why he had been so reluctant to let himself fancy her, unless it was simple cowardice.

Gripping her shoulders he silently turned her around to face a mirror, moving in close behind her so that the tip of his erection pressed against the small of her back and his hands came around to cup her breasts. She sighed with pleasure and he felt her relax back against him, and then her hands came back to hold his hips and pull him closer, his shaft now pressed into the top of her cleft. He looked over her shoulder, catching her eye in the mirror. They smiled at each other and she wriggled a little against him.

'Not bad for a fifty-three year old, eh?' She asked.

My god, he thought, even older than I thought. That means she's twenty-nine years older then me. But she was right, her looks and figure would not have shamed a woman in her thirties.

'Audrey, you're not bad for any age.' He told her truthfully.

She looked back at him and smiled.

'I don't know what it is.' She said. 'But I like you looking at me. It makes me feel like a proper woman.'

He squeezed her breasts, gripping her nipples tightly between his fingers, and lightly kissed the nape of her neck making her shiver.

'You are a proper woman, and I like to look.'

'You can do more than look.' She answered softly. 'You can have me.'

'Were you telling me the truth when you said nobody has ever done oral sex with you?' The full implication of what she had just said had missed him completely.

'Never! He just refused point bank.' She meant her husband. 'I know why now, of course. I've got the wrong sort of anatomy. He'd have done it if I'd got a penis.'

'Then it's time we fixed that, don't you think?'

'You mean that?' Her voice was full of suppressed excitement.

'Yes.' He whispered in her ear. He did mean it, he suddenly wanted to very much. 'I'll go down on you first and then you can suck me off afterwards, yes?' He didn't fancy a sixty-nine, not this time.

'Yes, please Glen.'

He turned her around to face him, manoeuvring her backwards until the back of her knees found the side of the bed, and then he pushed her gently letting her fall back across the bed. For a second or so he gazed down at her, then he took hold of her ankles and spun her so that her head was near the headboard and her feet at the bottom. Then, moving round to the bottom of the bed, he pushed her legs apart, still holding her ankles to keep her wide open, letting him look down at her pussy.

She made no attempt to stop him. She simply lay there submissively, smiling with happiness as he stared at her most private parts, her hands spread out of the way on the bed beside her. He had to admit that she looked quite beautiful, her blonde hair spread across the white pillows, dark nipples emphasizing the white of her skin and the fair hair of her pubes outlining the slippery pink of her open pussy.

For a brief moment they looked at each other, he gazing at her body and she proudly watching him looking at her, before he let go of her ankles and reached over for a pillow from beside her. She instinctively knew exactly what he intended, and raised her bottom for him to push it under her, resting back with her legs still wide apart and her pussy raised from the bed. His eyes closed fleetingly and he gave a tiny groan of approval at the sight in front of him, his cock twitching slightly with arousal.

He knelt at the foot of the bed, pushing her legs back and leaning forward between them until his face was only inches from her pussy. She hooked her hands behind her knees, freeing his hands and helping him by pulling at her own legs, rolling herself backwards and spreading herself wider. 

Again he paused briefly to look at her wide open pussy and then, using his thumbs, he opened her labia, fascinated by the size of the clitoris that peeped out from under its hood. About twice the average, it was big enough to evoke interest without being so large as to seem bizarre, and it was just waiting for his tongue. He stared at it curiously for a moment or two and then his eyes travelled on, along her slit until he was staring at her shiny wet entrance and looking into the depths of her wide open vagina. He could smell her arousal, the beautifully musky scent of a woman in need. A little growl of passion escaped his lips and he slowly lowered his mouth to her pussy.

He let the tip of his tongue move very slowly and very softly along her slit, skating along her folds from her perineum all the way up to her clit, hearing a long slow sigh of bliss as he did so. Twice more he did the same, the third time a little firmer so that his tongue tip actually pressed onto her pussy flesh.

'Oh Glen.' Audrey breathed quietly. 'You have no idea how many years I've waited for this.'

He smiled into her slit and repeated his action, wiggling his tongue gently as it travelled between her labia and then flicking her clit with its tip at the end of each stroke, feeling her jolt and gasp each time. Soon her whole body was juddering under his tongue and her gasps were becoming hoarse and urgent. He glanced up to see her head tipped back and her mouth open, and realised to his surprise that she was already going over the edge. Looking back he nipped her clitoris between lip-covered teeth and tugged at it sharply. That was enough. She gave a little whimpering cry and her entire body went ramrod stiff for a second before she began to jerk and shudder in an all consuming climax. Glen was determined to see her first oral orgasm through and to make it a good one for her, but so strong were her reactions that he found he had to hook his hands around her hips to keep her clit clamped between his teeth. 




The Window Cleaner's Bonus



Eventually her climax died away and he released her, looking up from between legs that slumped to the bed beside his face, sprawled apart as she laboured to get her breath back. Finally she raised her head from the pillow to look down her body at him, eyes shining with emotion.

'That was wonderful, thank you.' 

The words came in gasps as she tried to breathe between them, her chest heaving, making her nipples rise and fall into his view of her face. He didn't speak; he just winked up at her and gave her clit a tiny lick with the end of his tongue.

'Oh!' She jumped and gasped at the touch on her orgasm sensitised clit.

He did it again, flicking his tongue across her clit a little firmer. Her legs instinctively parted a bit more, but she shook her head, still breathing hard from her orgasm. 

'For god's sake Glen, let me get my breath back.' 

She spoke as if complaining, but the smile on her lips and the twinkle in her eye said otherwise. He smiled and extended the tip of his tongue, threatening to do it again and teasing her, waiting until she relaxed before suddenly repeating the action.

'Oh, that's just too nice. I'm not used to it.' 

This time he placed the flat of his tongue over her slit and licked her slowly from bottom to top, ending with the same little flick on her clit. She gasped but made no complaint and he did it again, this time being rewarded with a moan of pleasure. Taking his cue he pushed at the inside of her thighs, opening them wider once more so that he could place his mouth fully over her pussy and push his tongue as deeply as possible into her hole. His tongue probed her passage, flicking around just inside the entrance, exploring her and tasting her. She tasted surprisingly nice and fresh, a pleasant feminine taste that flowed over his tongue from her juices and filled his mouth. For some reason he had expected an older woman to taste different, but perhaps, like wine, they tasted better with age. Audrey definitely did.

He pulled back a little and then pushed back on her legs so that he could flatten his mouth on her pussy and lick her with broad firm strokes of his tongue, passing from beneath her hole right up to her clit. She drew a sharp breath and then, as if surrendering to his intentions, hooked her hands behind her knees once more and pulled them further out and back. With his hands now free Glen slipped two fingers inside her, pushing them in as far as he could and twisting them back and forth, enjoying the gasp their action brought from her lips. Now he could concentrate on her clit, her most sensitive and responsive part, and most importantly, long enough to draw the tip into his mouth and lick, and with it sucked into his mouth, he lapped at it with his tongue and nipped it gently with his teeth, while all the time his two fingers probed and explored her vagina, plunging in and out, twisting and turning, her body jolting in response.

'Fuck, that's good.'

It wasn't the sort of exclamation Glen had expected from the sophisticated Audrey, and caught him by surprise. He wasn't sure if it had been an unthinking expletive or a deliberate attempt to shock, but he didn't care. Whichever it was, it showed he was doing something right and he redoubled his efforts, licking her clit and fingering her ever harder and faster.

'Oh Glen.'

That was more like it. This time the words were gasped out as her body began to go out of control, her pelvis jerking as if in spasm.

'Oh Glen, I'm going to come again, I really am.' 

There was a note of delighted surprise as she spoke through gritted teeth, her muscles tightening. Responding to her approaching climax Glen repeated his earlier action and gripped the end of her clit, sucking hard and tugging at it, wanting to fuel a second equally intense orgasm.

She cried out and jerked away as her climax hit her, pulling her clit from his mouth and almost dislodging his pistoning fingers, the cry tailing off into a disappointed wail as he tried frantically to find her moving clit with his lips. Eventually his mouth found her and he clamped lip-guarded teeth hard over the end of her clit, hanging on desperately as her body jerked and shuddered in front of him. He was sure that if it hadn't been for the twin fingers he had embedded inside her, she would have jolted out of his grip once more, but he managed to carry on licking and lapping at her clit until her orgasm eventually started to subside and she sagged back, spent, on the bed, her chest heaving and limbs shaking. Once again her legs slumped down around his ears finally making him lose contact with her clit.

But that didn't matter now, her orgasm was over and judging by her trembling muscles and the rhythmic clenching of her vagina over his motionless fingers it had been a powerful one. He smiled happily as he pulled his wet face away from her pussy and looked up her body, seeing her lying totally limp with her eyes closed and mouth drooping partly open. She would, he felt proudly, remember her first oral sex and the man who had done it for her. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled languidly at him, her lips pursing and exhaling an almost silent 'phew' of contentment.

He leaned back on his haunches, suddenly realising that his knees hurt and that back muscles were stiff, and, more importantly, that his cock was aching with need. Now he needed the blow job she had promised him more than ever.

As he waited for them both to recover his eyes wandered over the naked body sprawled limply on the bed before him, straying first up to the rounded peaks of her breasts, her surprisingly dark brown nipples rising and falling less rapidly as she got her breathing back under control. She was beautiful, he admitted to himself as he took in the slightly rounded stomach, made flat by her position, and that dark honey blonde fuzz of pubic hair, darkened and matted now by her own juices. Then his eyes fastened on her pussy, now gaping open even though her legs were no longer spread wide, shiny wet and bright red from her arousal, and his cock twitched a reminder.

Suddenly he no longer wanted a blow job, he wanted more than that. He was surprised at his realisation, but it was true, he needed to sink his cock where his fingers had been and her age no longer mattered. Yes, he was still conscious of it, in a minor, unimportant sort of way, but she was an attractive and sexy woman and he wanted her. It wasn't so much the years, he understood now, but her wealth and sophistication that had put him off. But naked, she was simply a beautiful and desirable woman, nothing more, nothing less.

On the bed Audrey stirred, raising herself onto her elbows and looking down at him, seeing him gazing at her but not bothering to close her legs.

'Is it always as good as that?' She asked suddenly.

'If it's done right.' He told her, feeling proud of himself.

'Then you must be very good.' She told him, adding to his pleasure. 'I wish I could have done it before.'

They looked at each other in companionable silence until Audrey's breathing had finally settled down.

'Do you want me?' She asked abruptly.

He was so surprised by the question that he could only nod mutely in reply.

'I'm glad, because I want you to have me.' She was trembling slightly with excitement as she spoke. 

He felt adrenalin surge through him at her words, hearing her consent and wanting desperately to be inside her.

He leaned forward again, his stiffened knees protesting, and clambered slowly along the bed between hers, all the time gazing at the pussy he was about to enter, enthralled by her welcoming entrance and that exquisite clitoris, still standing proudly free of its hood. 

He knelt there for a moment looking at her and then leaned forwards until he was on his hands and knees above her looking down into smiling blue eyes. Her hands came up and wrapped themselves around his shoulders, pulling at him until his own arms gave way and he collapsed on top of her, his cock pressed between the two of them and his lips instinctively finding hers. He arms tightened around him and they kissed passionately, their tongues finding and fencing with each other until she broke away with a grin. He hadn't intended to kiss her, but he'd changed his mind about so many things.

'I can taste myself on you.' She giggled.

'How do you know what you taste like?' He teased with a smile.

'If you have a less than exciting sex life, you find various ways to amuse yourself.' She told him cryptically.

He didn't pursue the thoughts her answer had raised, instead he lifted himself and reached down between them, grasping his shaft and guiding his cock towards her pussy, hearing her intake of breath as he found her wetness and eased himself inside. He settled himself, shuffling forward a little and feeling her legs close over his back and her arms wrap themselves even tighter around his shoulders in readiness.

He pressed himself deep into her and felt her welcome him, her throbbing muscles closing around his shaft and her body moulding itself to fit against him. She didn't just lie there, and neither did she try and take over. Instead she just moved with him, letting him set the pace and just pushing gently back against his movements. Resting on his elbows with his forearms pushed under her shoulders he could hold her face between his hands and look deep into her lovely blue eyes as they made love, seeing them hold his gaze, full of arousal and pleasure until he leaned down and kissed her, moving rhythmically into her at the same time. Her mouth had already been partially open, her rapid breathing soft against his cheek, and now she remained that way, admitting his tongue into her mouth as she had let his cock enter her vagina. He kissed her deeply and passionately as they made love, and she returned his passion, her tongue tussling his to enter between his lips. It seemed to last forever, but in reality it was all too soon when he felt his climax begin to gather in the base of his cock.

They nearly came together, but Audrey beat him by a couple of seconds. She had been giving little gasping 'oh's' every time he thrust into her, but soon they got deeper and louder and turned into groans. Her nails suddenly bit hard into his back and her pelvis began to judder beneath him, jerking in time to his thrusts, rising to meet him until their bodies slammed hard together each time. She cried out and shuddered under the force of her orgasm, and her muscles clenched tight around his cock, propelling him into his own climax. He felt his balls tighten and then that wonderful hot and tight, almost painful sensation exploded out from the base of his cock to envelope his body as his cum raced along his shaft to burst into Audrey's pussy. He drew back and slammed himself at her, plunging brutally deep into her to send another spurt into her body, vaguely hearing her cry out her pleasure. It seemed as though he would never stop coming, impelled by nervous reflex to keep thrusting himself into her, and each time producing another spurt of his cream.

When he was eventually spent and finished they both sprawled limply, panting and gasping, each feeling the other's heart racing and pounding against their own heaving chests and each trembling and shaking from the effects of their climaxes. For what seemed like ages they just lay there, feeling sweat slippery skin against their own and listening to each others breathless panting while they tried to get themselves together, unable for the moment to either speak or move, nor to tell each other how good it had been.

'My god.' She said eventually, between gasps. 'I've never been fucked like that before.' This time the 'f' word seemed wholly appropriate.

He rolled to the side and raised himself on one elbow, smiling his delight before suddenly bursting out with laughter.

'What's wrong' she asked anxiously, unable to understand.

'You were going to suck me off, but now I've got nothing left.'

'There's always next time.' She assured him, not quite realising what she had just said.

Suddenly they both went quiet and their faces took on a serious look.

'If you'd like there to be a next time?' Her eyes searched his, looking for assent.

'I'd like there to be more than one next time.' He told her, reaching out and resting a hand on her arm. 'But I don't want to lead you on.'

'I know. You don't want an old girl like me to get any ideas of it becoming serious, is that it.' She gave him a tight little smile.

'Pretty much.' He admitted, his eyes looking down at the bed.

'That's good, because I wouldn't want it to. I've missed out on so much that I want to catch up with.' 

He looked up again hopefully. She paused for a moment and then rolled onto her side to look directly at him. 

'I'd like it if we could become... what's the phrase... friends with benefits? You know, just to meet up and go to bed together like today, but with no strings. What do you say?'

'That sounds good to me.'

'I promise you that I'll never say no to you. You can have me anytime and any way that you want. I mean it. Even if you knock on my door in the middle of the night and want to do strange things to me, the answer will always be yes.'



The Window Cleaner's Photograph



Glen Potter was about to have a day that would rock his world. Something was about to happen that was so sudden, so unlikely and unexpected that even when he got home that night, he still couldn't quite get his head around it.

He had started a window cleaning round when he lost his job with a firm of builders for 'borrowing' a couple of bags of cement. He didn't really mind, as a single man of twenty-four with few responsibilities it just meant he was now his own boss in every sense, and if he wanted a day off, he just took it. And, he believed, there was always the possibility of finding a randy housewife somewhere on his round, although that had not happened yet. But he lived in hope and expectation.

He was a man with a cheerful disposition, and most of his fortnightly clientele responded well to his easy manner and ready smile. But, of course, there were exceptions and one of those was Mrs Clifton, a tall sophisticated blonde lady in maybe her late forties. While she was not exactly unfriendly, she was very aloof, paying Glen at the door with little more than a 'good morning' and then retreating back into her expensive home.

And so he was surprised on this particular day that she came out and stood watching him work. Not saying anything and not really, as was the case with some clients, taking note of how close to the corners he got. She just seemed to stand there, too far away to speak to, but gazing at him deep in thought for long minutes before finally going back indoors without a word. But if he thought that was strange, more was to follow.

He finished the job, put his ladder and bucket by the gate as usual and rang the bell for payment. She answered the door, but instead of simply handing him the cash, she stood back and indicated for him to step inside.

"Can I offer you a coffee?" She asked, sounding strangely nervous to Glen's ears.

"Y-yes, thank you." He was so surprised he actually stammered his acceptance. "T-t-that would be nice."

She led him through into the kitchen where two cups laid out revealed a certain amount of preplanning, and gestured for him to sit at the table.

"Do you take sugar, Glen? It is Glen, isn't it?" 

"Yes, it's Glen. And two sugars please." 

He sat in silence after that, still trying to understand her change in behaviour, while she poured the coffee and placed a cup before him, taking the seat opposite.

"Now." She began brusquely. "There is something I would like you to do for me."

This is more like it, he thought, she's back into business mode.

"I want to ask you..." She hesitated as if considering if she should continue. "I need a photograph taken; a very personal photograph, and I wondered if you would mind helping me out?"

That was very much not like it! What kind of 'personal' had she in mind? He didn't like where this was going.

"What exactly are you thinking of?" He asked, trying to sound blasé.

"I need to be photographed sucking a man's ... thing! And I wondered if you'd photograph me sucking yours?"

He sat with the coffee cup resting motionless against his lower lip, completely stunned by her question.

"You want...? You're asking me...? Say that again!"

"I asked if you would be prepared to photograph me sucking your cock."

Glen was totally bewildered, and he couldn't pretend otherwise. He sat dumbstruck for what seemed like an eternity. Never in a million years would he have expected anything like this, no matter how much he told his friends that housewives were continually making advances. But then, why look a gift horse, etc, etc?

"Well, ok, yes... If that's what you... But you're a married lady."

It was an objection made because he couldn't come up with anything better and felt he ought to say something if only for the sake of appearances, but she took it seriously. She glanced down at her wedding ring and clamped her other hand over it as if to deny its presence.

"Can we pretend that it doesn't exist today? And if we can, will you let me suck you off?"

There was a silence as Glen was still trying to come to terms with her offer, but she interpreted it as reluctance.

"I know I'm a lot older, and I don't suppose doing it with a woman my age is a very attractive idea, but I'd be willing to pay you."

Glen looked at her, suddenly seeing a very nervous woman hiding behind the mask of control. Something was driving her, but he had no idea what. He made his decision and shook his head.

"No, you don't need to pay me, of course you don't, and yes, I'd like to -- as long as you tell me why. Because isn't it a bit iffy? I mean, what if your husband sees it and recognises you -- or me?"

"That won't be a problem I can assure you. And in any case, you will not be identifiable."

"All right then, but I do need to know why."

She sat in silence for what seemed like ages, and then came to her own decision.

"All right." She nodded. "That's fair. But I'll explain afterwards if you don't mind. It'll make more sense then."

He couldn't see why, but she obviously could and that was fair enough. And clearly she didn't want to delay. Perhaps she thought she'd lose her nerve if she waited. He didn't know, but no doubt it would come out with the explanation afterwards.

"You want us to do it now?" He asked, continuing when she nodded. "All right, let's do it. As long as you tell me why at some point."

"Thank you." She seemed genuinely grateful. "I will, I promise."

"All right then." He stood up. "Where do you want us to be?"

"In the bedroom. Where else?" She snapped, and then was immediately contrite. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean it to sound like that. Would you mind leaving your shoes at the bottom of the stairs please?"

She turned and led the way upstairs, pausing for a moment to pick up a newspaper from the coffee table. Glen slipped off his shoes and socks and quickly followed, watching the gentle sway of her hips and the supple curves of her bottom. He had to admit to himself that she wasn't bad for her age. His cock began to swell behind his zip. He still had no idea what was behind all this, but why worry, it was more than three weeks since he'd had any sort of sex and he reckoned he was well overdue.

She entered a bedroom about the combined size of Glen's entire apartment, a size apparently doubled again by a wall of mirrored closet doors. He had never been in a bedroom quite like this one for sheer opulence, and he couldn't help but feel just a little outclassed. Even so, he reminded himself, it would look exactly like mine with the lights off. 

She turned to face him, her feet nearly out of sight in the deep cream pile of the carpet.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Ready." He confirmed, feeling his erection just wanting to get free.

"I need for both of us to be in the nude, so would you mind getting undressed please?"

"In for a penny in for a pound, so why not?" He smiled as he spoke, but it was not returned.

He only had a tee-shirt and jeans to shrug off before he was down to his boxers, and so at that point he stood and watched her undo the buttons on her crisp white blouse. She was trembling ever so slightly, maybe from nerves or maybe from excitement. He hoped the latter but somehow doubted it. She gave a distinct impression that she was doing this against her better judgement, and he hoped there would be no repercussions. An irate husband coming after him for letting a middle aged wife blow him was something he'd never live down among his mates. Although maybe it just might convey a little kudos. 

The blouse came off, to be folded and placed carefully on the seat of a bedroom chair before she turned her attention to her tailored grey slacks. She pushed them over her hips and then sat on the edge of the bed to free her legs from them. He watched in wonder, thinking that this was a Mrs Robinson moment, and it was certainly not a situation he expected to find himself in. She was pretty much the same age as his mother, but he had to admit, somewhat better looking.

She stood up clad only in a matching set of white underwear highlighted with black scrolling and reached behind to unclip her bra. She was definitely fit, he thought to himself, far fitter than anyone her age had a right to be. He looked her up and down. Maybe this was going to be better than he had thought. 

"Aren't you going to take those things off?" She pointed at his boxers.

"I was thinking." He replied, trying to hide the fact that he'd been staring. "That we should both take our last things off together. You know, like jumping in the pool together."

She smiled; a tiny ghost of a smile, but a smile nonetheless, and the first Glen had ever seen.

"Why not?" Her bra joined the slacks and blouse on the chair and she stood up to face him, her small, surprisingly pert, breasts jiggling slightly as she moved. "So let's do it."

She had the advantage that her body had nothing jutting out of it like Glen's had, and she had slid her panties over her feet one after the other before he had managed to even manoeuvre the elastic waistband over his very erect cock, and it was her turn to stand and watch him undress.

Both naked now, they stood for a minute and looked at each others bodies. Glen didn't mind that in the slightest, he knew he was trim and fit, his physical work had seen to that, combined with the game of rugby he played most Saturday afternoons. And his erection was hard and full, so no problem there to hide away. 

And as for Mrs Clifton (he had no idea of her first name), she must have been an absolute stunner in her youth and was far from ugly now. It was true that time had had some effect, because her breasts weren't quite as perky as they probably once were, and her stomach not quite as trim, but she was undeniably still beautiful. He let his eyes wander from her small brown nipples to the fluff of blonde hair that marked the join of her thighs, just enjoying the sight.

"I have to tell you." She was watching him. "Just because you can see it doesn't mean you can have it."

He tore his eyes away from the dark skin of her nipples. "I know. Worth looking at though."

Again the ghost of a smile. "Thank you. Let's get started, shall we?"

He watched as she padded across to a cupboard and took out a compact camera, checking its charge as she brought it back to him.

"Do you know how to use these?" She asked.

It was a question that could have come across as very patronising, but the innocence of her gaze belied any such thought. He gave it a quick look over.

"Yes, I can manage this, no problem."

"Good, then come across here, I want you in front of the mirrors. I'll kneel in front of you and... Well, you know what I'm going to do. And, don't worry, I'll finish you off when we've finished taking pictures, so don't think about being left high and dry."

That was the first time she had actually confirmed that she would finish the job off and let him come in her mouth, and it was nice to know.

"All I ask is that you warn me before you shoot."

"I promise you that."

"Good, now stand sideways to the mirror." She put her hands on his shoulders and guided him into place. "I want you to take one looking straight down at me while I'm looking up with you in my mouth, and another in the mirror so that it shows us both full length, okay?"

"Yep, I can do that." He wondered why those specific poses.

"When you photograph us in the mirror, make sure that it shows your cock actually in my mouth, and also, hold the newspaper in front of your face. It's this morning's and it will both hide you and prove that the picture wasn't taken before today."

She gestured towards the paper she had brought up with her and that now lay at the foot of the bed.

"Don't worry." She saw his puzzled expression and continued. "It'll make sense when I tell you why."

"That's okay. It's not a problem, honest."

"Good. Here we go then." 

She knelt in front of him, her face only a few inches from the end of his cock. Now she really was visibly trembling as she knelt and just stared at him.

"Are you all right?" He asked, concerned that somehow she didn't want to do it. "We don't have to do this, you know, even though you asked me."

She glanced up and then returned her gaze to his cock. "No it's okay. It's just that I've never done this to anyone but my husband before."

"As long as you're sure." He was feeling almost sorry for her, without really knowing why.

She didn't reply, she just wrapped her fingers around his shaft, then opened her mouth and took him between her lips, softly kissing the end. Her fingers were cool but strong, and her lips felt soft and warm and exciting. He couldn't resist a tiny sigh of pleasure.

For a minute or so her tongue just swirled around the end, but then, having got used to the idea of a strange man's cock in her mouth, she opened it wider and took him right in. Now, she looked up at him and made a 'take a photograph' gesture with her finger and thumb.

The feel of her mouth around his cock was so nice he'd almost forgotten the reason they were doing this, but he still had the camera in his hand so now he raised it and sighted down his body, composing the shot to be sure his belly didn't obscure his cock. Seeing him line up the shot she pulled back a little so that her head was tilted upwards and her mouth just engulfed the head of his cock, making it very obvious that she wanted to be identified in the photograph.

Having taken the first photo he looked sideways, seeing himself plainly in the large mirrors, his cock very clearly disappearing into Mrs Clifton's mouth. He leaned sideways and picked up the newspaper from the bed where she had dropped it, and then holding it in one hand and the camera in the other, he took the second photo, repeating the shot to be sure because his view was obscured by the paper in front of his face. As it happened, both shots were fine when he checked, trying hard to concentrate with his cock still surrounded by a soft warm mouth, and he was able to drop the camera and newspaper onto the bed, job finished.

"All done." He assured her, noticing the questioning, slightly worried look on her face.

She took him out of her mouth, holding his shaft between finger and thumb.

"Are they clear?" She asked.

"Yes, they're good." He told her, leaning over as if to pick up the camera again. "Take a look if you like."

"No that's fine, so long as they show what I want them to." She smiled, but it wasn't a particularly pleasant smile. "Right, now for my part of the bargain."

She opened her mouth to take him in again, but he hung back, feeling slightly perturbed by the slightly vindictive look on her face a moment before.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to." He told her.

"As a matter of fact, I do want to, all the way to the end. And before you ask, I didn't expect I would, but I do. Now, it will be easier if you sit on the bed." 

He put up no resistance when she pushed him gently backwards until the mattress behind his knees made him sit down suddenly, nor any when she moved forward and closed her mouth over his cock once again. His momentary misgivings vanished before the prospect of the blowjob.

As she shuffled herself into place between his knees, her nipple grazed along the inside of his thigh. It was hard now, a little bullet that touched his flesh, its condition revealing her own arousal and letting him relax, happy in the knowledge that she wasn't just doing it because she'd promised to, but because, as she had said, she really wanted to. His excitement level went through the roof.

Her mouth slid along his shaft as her head rose and fell, her tongue wriggling and writhing along the underside each time. At first she did it very slowly, but gradually her nodding head got faster, taking all she could into her mouth, coating it with saliva until her mouth slurped as it moved, and sucking all the time. He groaned out loud at the intense pleasure she was giving, knowing that it would not be long at this rate before he was filling her mouth with hot cum.

"Lie back." She took her mouth away just long enough for the two words.

He did as he was told, relaxing with his back flat on the bed and his thighs over the edge, spreading his legs a little further as she changed her position. Now she had her forearms resting along his thighs, one small, and beautifully cool, girlish hand gripping the base of his shaft and the other cupping his scrotum, manipulating his balls as her mouth went back to its work.

As soon as she had regained her rhythm she started to wank him, with her hand moving in opposition to her mouth, rising as her head fell and then descending as her mouth retreated, exaggerating the effect on his cock. At the same time she began to stroke the base of his scrotum with the hooked fingers of her left hand, trailing her nails over the very sensitive skin of his sac. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the sensations, suddenly feeling that little point of heat and pressure that signalled the beginnings of a climax.

He let her carry on without saying anything, clenching his teeth and gripping the bed until he knew it was almost there, looking down the length of his body to where a mop of blonde hair bobbed over his cock.

"I'm going to come soon." He announced, warning her and just hoping she wouldn't pull away.

Her head gave a rapid little nod of silent understanding and returned to the longer and more instant nods on his shaft. He could feel his cum gathering in his balls.

"I'm coming."

Her scratching fingers cupped themselves around his balls and squeezed gently as her mouth descended onto his cock and held itself there, waiting for him to pour his cum into her mouth. 

"Oh god...." He groaned long and heavily, an animal sound that began deep in his throat.

He felt the first gush race along his shaft as he fought hard not to push his cock into her throat, and then came the blessed release as it burst from his cock into her waiting mouth. He groaned again, and another spurt sprayed from him. She adjusted her position, keeping her mouth fastened over the head of his cock as she swallowed and at the same time milking his cock between her fingers, encouraging more cream from his balls. Several more spurts squirted into her mouth, but the amount and power slowly declined until finally there was none left and he just lay back on the bed fighting for breath.

"Christ, that was good!" He exclaimed after a minute or so, raising himself onto his elbows to look at her. 

She was still kneeling between his thighs and licking her lips to capture any last stray spots of escaping spunk, smiling with satisfaction at his words and letting his softening cock slip from between her fingers.

"I'm pleased that you enjoyed it." She glanced up at him, her expression oddly shy. "Because so did I."

He nodded happily, mustering a lungful of air. "That's good. I didn't like the idea of you doing something you didn't want to." 

He was surprised to realise that he'd spoken the truth.

"No, I'm glad I did it." She pushed herself onto her haunches and then stood up a little stiffly, leaving him to get his breath back. "And now I promised to tell you what it is all about."

She took a kimono style robe from the back of a chair and hung it around herself without bothering to fasten it, then picked up the camera and went across to a desk where a laptop was waiting. She opened it, plugged in the camera and began pecking at the keyboard, speaking to him over her shoulder as she did so.

"I have to tell you." She began. "That my husband and I have never got on too well when it comes to sex. But then I suppose you've already guessed that. I always thought it was just that I had a much higher drive than him, and that I was naturally more adventurous."

She stopped and looked up to see if he was listening, and satisfied that he was, she continued.




The Window Cleaner's Photograph



"He is a 'once a fortnight in the missionary position' man, and even that has got less than regular just recently. Nor will he try anything the slightest bit daring. Oh, he likes me to do what I have just done with you, but he would never want do it to me, and he never has."

Glen looked up in surprise. He thought everybody enjoyed oral sex these days, but apparently not.

"I just put it down to him not having much of a sex drive and I tolerated it. In fact since vibrators became available on the internet I think I've tried most of them, but you don't need to hear that." She had coloured slightly with that admission.

"But anyway, this morning he went out without closing his laptop down properly, and now I know why he's been so indifferent to me."

I bet he's been shagging his secretary, Glen guessed, and now she's found out and wants a bit of revenge. He watched her working on the laptop and waited for her to carry on.

"Come around here and look at this." She moved to one end of the long stool she was sitting on and signalled for him to take a seat next to her.

He rolled over and climbed from the bed, glancing around for his clothes and then deciding not to bother. She was obviously not bothered so why should he be. 

He sat down, uncomfortably aware of her proximity and of the glimpse of breast afforded between the folds of her robe. She had downloaded the photographs they had just taken and now had them displayed onscreen, making alarm bells ring for Glen when he realised she was deliberately letting her husband know what she'd been doing.

"Is that his computer?" He asked.

"Yes, but there's no problem. I'm not going to say anything to him, I want him to just find our pictures when he next logs on, and then he won't dare make an issue of it."

"Okay, but why not?"

"Because I just found his pictures." She clicked opened another window by way of explanation, and Glen drew a sudden deep breath. On screen now were two pictures of people in identical poses to theirs, but this time it was two men.

"The cocksucker there is my husband." There was just a trace of bitter anger in her voice as she indicated the kneeling man. "He will do it to another man, it seems, but not to me. If he's gay, why in hell's name didn't he tell me and we could have worked around it?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"If he thinks I'm going to suck him off again now, then he's going to be disappointed. How do I know where he's been putting that cock of his?"

She shuddered at the implications of her thoughts.

"So you see, I just want him to know what it feels like to come across pictures like that." She smiled wanly. "I did think it ought to be a woman I was doing it to, if I was going to be strictly accurate. But I didn't much fancy that, and in any case, I don't now any women who are that way inclined. Or if I do, they've never let on."

She looked sideways a Glen. "Now you know why I needed you to help me out. I just wanted to pay him back and I hope you don't feel too used. You'll understand that I'd appreciate it if you didn't go around telling everyone about today. But I do thank you for it, and I did enjoy doing it, honestly."

She hesitated for a moment before continuing. "And I hope you'll keep cleaning my windows." She smiled abruptly, this time a full open smile that lit up her face. "Because you can be certain of a Christmas bonus if you do."