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Bill lived on a middle-class street in a quiet neighborhood. He had been retired for several years and was getting older by the day. Not that he had a disability. He still mowed his grass and did maintenance on his vehicle. But certain chores around the house were just not that important to him. They still needed to be done.
He put an ad in a local flyer. He needed a cleaning lady one afternoon a week. The duties would include dusting places that he seldom even looked. He was surprised when a lady from just a few houses down and one street over answered his ad. He set up a meeting with her to discuss what he needed. Her name was Christine, and she was quite a bit younger than he had been expecting. He had envisioned an older lady that needed a few more dollars a week.
The work would not be that taxing, and he had just envisioned a cleaning lady as being at least in her fifties. When Christine showed up and seemed enthused about the job, Bill decided that she would be a welcome employee. He gave her a tour of the house and explained what he expected of her. As she was inspecting the home and the chores that she would be assigned, Bill was inspecting this woman.
He couldn’t help himself. Bill had always been a voyeur at heart. He loved looking at women, and he wondered what she had under her clothes. So while Christine was looking at his house, Bill was looking at her. He liked what he saw. Christine was no beauty queen, and her breasts were on the small side. She could stand to lose a few pounds, but so could he. Christine would be pleasant to have around if only for one afternoon a week. He even took a shower and tried to wear clean clothes when she showed up for her first day of work.
It was summer and hot on that Thursday. Bill was almost shocked when Christine showed up for work. Not that she was there, but what she was wearing. He had expected maybe jeans and a short-sleeve shirt. What she came to work in were shorts and a tank top. It only took him a split second to observe that she was not wearing a bra. He greeted her and then quickly had to go into another room to adjust his dick before it made a tent in his jeans.
He liked seeing nipples, especially in his own home. With her working and reaching, he got an eye full of her nipples as they seemed to poke hard against her top. He had to re-adjust several times that day. He jacked off after she was gone, something he hadn’t done often in years. He made up his mind that he wouldn’t wear shorts under his jeans next week and maybe he wouldn’t be so uncomfortable. The memory of her nipples poking against her shirt was foremost on his mind as he came.
He hadn’t considered what she might wear next Thursday. He hoped for basically the same outfit. He was almost busted when he let her in the following week. One look at her perky nipples so prominently displayed made him instantly hard. With no undies on, he hoped she didn’t notice as he put his hand in his pocket and tried to rearrange his dick to point upward. Her smile was so inviting and genuine, and he felt urges that he thought might have died. He had an erection.
That wasn’t good when Christine worked in the house, even if she was its cause. The problem was he had been feeling the need to urinate before she arrived. Now he had an erection. It is challenging to pee, especially in a toilet with an erection. Aiming the stream downward is next to impossible, and getting the stream to start is almost as hard. Bill went into another room and tried to get his hard-on to go down so that he could pee. He thought of all kinds of terrible things trying to lose his erection.
Bill finally succeeded. So while he had the chance, he hurried down the hall to go to the bathroom. He was almost dancing as he walked. As it happened, Christine was dusting the pictures in the hallway and a small end table. He tried to hurry past her but felt that he should say something. The only thing Bill could think of was to comment about his bladder seeming smaller as he got older. He hurried into the bathroom and pushed at the door, not realizing it hadn’t latched shut. He had something else on his mind. He almost didn’t get his dick out before he started peeing. The sound of his pee stream hitting the water made quite a racket.
He heard a thump on the door and looked to his left to see that the door was not closed and that Christine had accidentally bumped it as she was dusting. He had to finish peeing, so he concentrated on that, till he heard a gasp. Bill was standing with his dick in his hand when he turned to see Christine staring at his dick. He only got a quick glimpse of her face before she started apologizing and pulling the door closed. But he could almost swear he saw lust and desire in her eyes. He told himself that that was crazy thinking. He shook the droplets off of the end of his dick and pushed it back into his jeans.
When he opened the door to the bathroom, Christine was still in the hallway and started apologizing all over again. She started explaining that she needed this job and she would not do anything to jeopardize it. She kept squirming and pleading with him. Bill finally took hold of her hands and told her it was ok. He was not going to fire her. Trying to think of something to calm her, the only thing he could think of was to tell her that he had been peeking at her breasts when she wasn’t looking.
Why did he admit that to her? That was so dumb. Now she would know he was just an old pervert. Surprising to Bill, she calmed down. He imagined that she threw her chest out a bit. Her nipples were indeed proud and prominent. For the rest of the afternoon, Bill did not try so hard to hide his arousal. Christine seemed almost to try to get into positions that made her nipples poke through her top. Bonus. Bill jacked off when Christine left again. He was starting to lose sight of what her purpose of being in his house was. He began to think of other chores that might cause her to spend more time in his home and his view.
When she arrived on the following Thursday, he sat her down and broached the subject of perhaps spending two afternoons a week cleaning and tidying up his home. Christine seemed eager to spend more time. After all, it was more money for her. Bill was sure that was her motivation. He was all smiles that afternoon, thinking of her spending more time parading around in front of him.
Parading around seemed to be a good description when he thought about it. She seemed to put a lot of movement in her activities, more than was necessary. It was not just her nipples pushing and swaying under her top, but bending over and showing her ample bottom. A couple of times, he caught a glimpse of a camel toe in her shorts. He started leaving certain things on the floor that might cause her to bend over to pick up. She commented on it, and as she bent over to pick up a sock, she wiggled her bottom. Bill blushed and pretended not to know what she meant.
She seemed to watch him for the rest of the afternoon to see if he was looking at her. He even caught her one time stealing a glance at his crotch to see if he was still hard. He didn’t try to hide it from her. She needed to know how much she affected him. He was sure her nipples got more pronounced when she saw his boner. When she started her first week of two afternoons, he had her run the vacuum.
While she was in the hallway, he went into the bathroom and accidentally forgot to securely latch the door. She bumped the door with the cleaner, and it flew open as he had his dick in his hand again. This time he turned his dick still in hand and faced her. She didn’t get all flustered, and she also didn’t hurry to close the door. She did stare at his cock and smile at him. Bill stroked his dick in front of her. She stood there, staring at him and his cock. Christine licked her lips before turning and closing the door. Bill finished jacking off before he left the bathroom.
When he finally found Christine in the living room, she just smiled at him with a million-watt smile. Bill got hard all over again, not trying to hide it from her. Christine got bold and asked, ”Is that because of me?” Bill looked her in the eye and told her it certainly was. Christine licked her lips again. She seemed much more animated in her movements for the rest of the afternoon. Bill knew that she was purposely trying to tease him. He liked it. They started talking and joking together more for the rest of the day. More longing looks from each of them too.
Thursday afternoon Bill had a hard-on before Christine even got in the door. When she did, he looked her over. Christine had on the tightest pair of short shorts he had ever seen. It only took a moment to determine that she didn’t have on any panties either. They would undoubtedly have shown. He thought he saw a slight bulge where her pubic hair was over her vagina. Just the fact of thinking that she had pubic hair made him even harder. She was looking at his hard-on, licking her lips again.
Bill stared hard at her camel toe and licked his lips too. Those two actions seemed to signal that they would be more active in their teasing and flirting. Flirting. The concept was something that Bill had thought had passed him by years ago. He was astounded that a young woman would even want to flirt with him. He was getting into this working relationship.
That night Bill had a wet dream. He dreamed he was fucking Christine. That was the first time his mind had even considered fucking her. His lust for her was growing in his mind. He thought about what he would like to do with her. By the time she showed up to work again, he had already, in his mind, ravished her naked body. Bill was pretty sure that Christine noticed him checking her out when she arrived to work. He was also pretty sure that she had primped for him. Bill at least wanted to believe she did. He had started to hope that she might be interested in him fucking her. How would he move toward that goal?
Christine helped with that, Or her body did at least. He was watching her bending over as she picked up the things he has left for her to do just that. He was directly behind her and was close to her when she bent over, faced away from him. He saw a camel toe for sure. He was instantly hard and did nothing to conceal it. When Christine turned around after standing, she looked directly at his crotch. She made no pretense of not looking. She licked her lips once again. Bill stood and watched her as she went about her way, picking up more articles on the floor.
When she bent over to retrieve the third object, Bill was staring directly at her shorts clad pussy. To his utter amazement, he saw a wet spot on her shorts. He almost came in his jeans. He did moan. Christine heard and was smiling when she stood. She knew her shorts were wet. She felt her dampness before it showed on her shorts. Bill felt his dick start leaking pre-cum. It was only a little while before he had a wet spot on his jeans too. When Christine saw that, her nipples went rock hard, and she got goosebumps. Bill saw that, and he knew that Christine was receptive to his advances.
He walked up to her and hugged her. She melted into his arms, and they ended up kissing. He was murmuring about how hot she was, and she was clinging to him and almost hunching against his boner. Bill stepped back and pulled her tank top over her head. She lifted her arms to help. He stared openly at her breasts and still rock hard nipples. She started pulling his t-shirt up and over his head. He lifted his arms to help. When his shirt was on the floor with hers, they hugged again. Now her nipples nestled in his chest hair. Bill couldn’t remember the last time he had held a young woman.
Their embrace was like a new lease on life for him. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He watched Christine’s eyes as he dropped his pants. His dick stood up proud in reverence to her naked breasts. Christine slipped her thumbs into her shorts and slid them down her legs. Bill was hard now. He smiled when he saw her suspected pubic hair. Christine held her arms out to her sides and did a slow turn as Bill drooled at seeing her naked.
They caressed and kissed. Their tongues were dancing. Bill’s hands were directed to Christine’s bottom by her hands. Her nipples were boring holes in his chest hair like building a nest for themselves. She slid a hand between them and pushed Bill’s dick between her legs. As they kissed, he ran his fingers along the hairline at the back of her neck. She got goosebumps and started rocking her hips back and forth, causing his dick to rub against the lips of her vagina. Bill was straining not to cum.
He was so excited at being with a young woman, and it was apparent that they were going to fuck. Bill had every intention of fucking her now. Bill just had to ask. "Why would you want an old guy like me?" Christine answered that he was a man and he had good manners and a nice cock. Bill tried to assure her that he had hired her to clean things up around the house. Christine took a step back from him and looked at his cock.
She smiled and said that she had missed a spot in her previous efforts. She got on her knees in front of Bill and took his cock in her fingers. Then began cleaning the pre-cum off of it with her tongue. She had no sooner gotten the head of his cock in her mouth than he started cumming. He held her head in his hands as he unloaded a pent up backlog of his sperm. He started to stammer out an apology for cumming in her mouth, and especially so soon. She stood and kissed him. He could taste his cum on her tongue. He was not used to that, but if she would take and swallow his cum it was the least he could do to kiss her.
He led her to his bed and lay her down. He was kissing her down her neck and to her breasts. He ran his tongue over her breast in a figure-eight pattern but didn’t touch her hard nipple. He licked around it and over and under it but not touching the nipple. She was arching her back, trying to get it to his mouth. Finally, he flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue and sucked it into his lips. He sucked on it hard, very hard. As he was sucking her nipple, trying to get milk from it, his hand was sliding down her belly.
His touch so light it didn’t quite tickle, but her muscles rippled just ahead of his light touch. His fingers found the hair above her vagina, and he ran his fingers through it repeatedly. Before sliding down to gently graze the lips of her vagina. Up and down, pressing a little harder each time. He knew she was wet, but she was very wet now. Her outer lips parted and opened to the slight pressure of his digit. He slid his finger into her to the second knuckle and curled his finger to rub against her “G” spot. That made her moan. Bill wanted to make her moan. He wanted to listen and feel her cum.
She moaned again when he released her nipple, and the cold air hit it. He was switching to the other breast. His lips were sucking on that one just as hard as the last. Christine was responding to his sucking and his fingering. She began to cum. It had been several years since he had made a woman cum. What a boost to his ego that he was making Christine cum. That he could make any woman cum was a miracle to him, but to make this young lady cum was outstanding. He was so encouraged that he looked her in the eyes and told her, "I am going to fuck you now, Christine, and I am going to cum in you."
Her reply was one word. "Please."
He got between her spread legs on his knees with his dick in his hand. He etched into memory the sight of her naked ready for him to fuck her. He rubbed his dick up and down her pussy lips and made them even wetter and slicker with his pre-cum. Then there was that moment when he pushed her outer lips apart and slowly slid past them into her velvety wet warm pussy. So hot and clinging as he pushed deeper into her. He had almost forgotten the feeling of entering a woman. The feel of mating with her, breeding her.
He savored the feel as he sank deeper and deeper into her sex. He was watching her face as he pushed into her. He was sure he saw lust there. Oh, it felt so good to be in Christine. Bill pumped his hard cock in and out, just the head still in her, before pushing back in as far as he could go. He didn’t get all of his cock into her before hitting bottom. There was still an inch or two outside of her pussy lips. He wanted his cock in her and to feel his balls hit her bottom as he slammed into her. He pumped into her faster and harder. His breathing got labored when she came around his cock.
She was caressing his cock with her undulating pussy. Trying to milk the cum from him, he was sure of it. His strokes became erratic, and then he felt his balls draw up as they sent his sperm up his shaft to seek her eggs. Stream after stream of his hot cum shot into her waiting pussy. They soared on a cloud of lust that only they could share. Nothing in the world mattered to either of them besides their cumming bodies. When he could think again, Bill started thinking of things for Christine to do that would require her to be at his house more days of the week. He wanted to keep fucking her regularly.
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