She tried to get a job at a restaurant, but it was a waste of time being a hostess. Her boyfriend was having a hard time along with her which caused a lot of tension. Hey, I’m going to go visit my dad for the summer and come back. I need a break, he told her. That’s fine, she thought. I can make things happen easier on my own. She thought about her girlfriend back home that cleaned houses for a living. She made her own schedule and got paid fairly well by the hour. Also an easy way to make cash under the table.
At this time only CL was available for advertising and she posted her ad hoping someone would contact her for organic house cleaning, perhaps some cooking and organizing. Calls came in, not much, but enough to get her excited. Each caller was a man. She tried to sell her services over the phone by being very friendly and upbeat. Some asked if she needed a place to stay. Or their voice would become breathless. Ohhhh….he was jacking off!
Perverts, she thought. I wonder if….
She wondered what would happen if she posted a flirty cleaning ad in the middle of the ‘pervert’ section of CL. She knew men were lonely and lost, maybe depressed. She used words like nurturing, caring, smiling, and fun. Surprisingly, she got interested men needling their house cleaned and for real. How interesting! It only worked for a little while. Naturally her ad got flagged, but she got to have a very sexy adventure.
One call was from a manager in an office. He really needed his office cleaned and had no time to do it himself. Bored and horny at work he amused himself and CL where he found my silly cleaning ad. On the phone he had a very sexy voice, deep and masculine, professional and gentlemanly. It surprised her that he was younger than her by almost 10 years.
Arriving to a new job is always a little scary. She always had a ‘check i’n plan with a friend and she made her clients aware of that. It was never a problem. When she showed up at his office, he met her in the parking lot. He was tall, fit, dark hair, and wearing jeans with work boots. She wore camouflage capri pants, braided pigtails and a tank top. Her skin was a very dark brown from being out in the sun riding her bike. She wore light make-up, a touch of eye liner and red lipstick. They both smiled in relief. He looked kind and sexy. His office definitely needed help. It was frequented by men in the construction world. Lots of dirt and dust. coffee cup stains on the counter and over flowing waste baskets.
They chatted while she worked. He watched her every move from his desk, sometimes making calls, checking emails and then stopping to talk with her. She felt incredibly sexy from his attention. For one he was much younger and another because he was so handsome. She had not had this much of a man’s attention in years!
The last task was to clean the floor. She did not have a mop with her so she cleaned on her knees. While scrubbing the floor she noticed how her cleavage was spilling out of her tank top. He must have too, because he moved from behind his desk to his couch. She loves men in boots and it was almost too much for her to be on the floor next to his boots wiping the floor. The energy in the room shifted as she looked up at him while he looked down on her.
Do you ever clean topless?
That’s how it started. A daring question and she knew it would only be a couple of minutes before she would be cleaning without anything covering the upper half of her body. And so she did. He watched her lift her tank top over her head and watched her breasts flop out of her sports bra. After that they still chatted casually, but with more tension and pauses. He told her that he liked watching her, that there was something about her, and also that he was attached. Nothing more would be asked of her. This was just his thing.
There was, however, one more thing he wanted from her. He stood up and walked to the other end of the room while she was still wiping the floor, pulled out his very hard cock and said…come here and hold your breasts up to me so I can cum on them.
She wanted to do it. Part of her mind was saying, what are you thinking! Another part of her felt the adventure of it and the anonymity. She always lived in small towns and one could never get away with this kind of behavior. What the hell, she thought. Crawling a couple of steps with her dangling breasts she reached his boots. She could not look at him so she focused on the dark brown leather. Holding each breast in each hand she held them up to him. Her eyes met his cock that was held by his slowly stroking hand. He began to stroke more rapidly and within less than a minute huge amounts of cum were being dumped on her breasts.
She had never seen so much cum from a man before. It’s always awkward after, almost funny because all the tension is gone and she is left there cum soaked. At least he had his own restroom so she quickly got up and cleaned up. The conversation was still very natural and they laughed about how much he was able to produce. She only visited and cleaned for him once more. The last time she undressed fully, laid on the couch and masturbated in front of him while he rained upon her body.