We had a cleaning lady come to our house every other Friday and she worked about 5 60 minutes cleaning our home. Her routine was simple. She would arrive about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a full sized van that had about 6 early noblewoman that were driven to various locations in our suburban domain. She had a key to our household so she let herself in and proceeded to do her job in an hospital attendant manor. She was unornamented looking and usually wore a hoar sign dress. She had an average figure at about 5 feet 5 column inch improbable. She spoke very small English and understood less. Her age was mid 40's.

At first gear I ignored her comportment since I was getting quick to go to work about the same time. I had a pretty easy job agenda, I didn't lick a time clock and could save my own hours. I was free to issue forth and go to the function at any time.

One Friday morning I heard her open the social movement threshold and come in to come out her cleanup routine. I had cypher at oeuvre scheduled until after lunch and having been out the Night before for dinner I thought I'd slumber in and head for the office after lunch. My wife worked a normal schedule and was off to her job every morning by 8:30. Today was no exception. She rose from bed and began to get ready for work. By 8:25 she said goodbye drove off to her job.

The cleaning lady was still on the low trading floor of our house as I got up from our bed on the 2nd floor. I slipped off my pajama and put on my gown. This is not the long fluffy bathrobe, this is a flimsy short thin cloth gown that came down to my knees. It was also not big and scantily fit around my waist. So completely naked, wearing only this unconvincing robe I strode downstairs to the living way to sit and read the morning newspaper publisher. The cleaning lady hardly noticed me because there were times when I didn't leave for piece of work until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a small president in our living room and opened the report, I spread my legs open which easily exposed my cock and clod through the subject front of my robe. The chairperson was facing the kitchen and the cleaning lady was in the kitchen dusting and washables and cleaning. From clip to time she would walk from the kitchen to the dining elbow room. When she did this the first meter, her optic glanced in my direction. What she saw was me, in my robe reading the report. In addition she saw my ramification spread apart and my rooster and balls at rest in full view. She froze in her tracks. I observed her expression from the edge of the paper I held up so it looked like I was reading the paper and not aware of my exposed nakedness. I was of course aware of it and it gave me rush and intuitive feeling that she was looking at my cock and balls she stopped and was staring. I began to have a small erection which she also noticed. I had a bit of pre-cum dripping out the head of my rooster. She continued her cleaning duties, but would pause occasionally to observe my partial tone nudeness. This was the first session and little became of it as I was just testing the waters and was looking forward the second session with advanced plans.


The following sojourn of the cleaning lady was two weeks after the first base one and I was more develop. I had a few plans to perform. low I did the Lapplander subroutine with the newspaper, sitting in the chair facing the kitchen, stark naked with a onionskin robe wide unfastened exposing my cock and clod. After a few proceedings I got up and walked out to the kitchen where she was working. I then let the robe afford so I was providing her with a full moon frontal nudeness view. I walked around the kitchen getting a field glass of juice and piece of toast all the patch providing her with glance of cock and globe swinging loosely from my exposed robe. When it came meter for her to go up the stairs to clean the bedchamber, I followed.

Her invariant glances at my open gown assured me she was getting a good sight. Whether she enjoyed it or not I don't know. I was enjoying the exposing and flashing. I was occasionally begin to ingest an erection, small but it was detectable and she was aware of it.

At one point she was cleaning the can and I decided it was time to shower. I took off the robe and wrapped a belittled towel around my waist. This towel was so small-scale it couldn't enshroud my rooster and balls and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a small toilet when I went in to the bathroom and I made a motion that I wanted to shower. She looked me up and down and was totally aware of my almost complete nudity. She left the privy and I turned on the shower for a brief here and now pretended to shower and then opened the door with the towel hanging from my waistline making sure I was giving her a expert view of prick, balls and ass. She indeed looked me over more than once. An erection rose almost immediately.

I decided to resume my mannerism in my flimsy robe on the electric chair in the living elbow room. The excitement of the lavish conniption caused a soundly sized erection which I had to give ear to. While the cleanup peeress was in the kitchen I began stroking my cock and it rose to the occasion. It was interesting because at any import she could take the air into the dining room and see the body process of me stroking my cock. She didn't and shortly I let go with a Brobdingnagian payload and relief from the intimate importunity. This caused me to turn in to our upstair john and clean house up. I decided to dress and head for the office. I came down in my suit and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleaning gentlewoman was a little startled seeing me in my work clothing since recently it had been various glance of my cock, testicle and ass. I handed her a ten dollar sign measure, she replied with a thank you for the money in broken English.

Several Friday later I stretched my exposure to the cleaning lady. On one occasion we had a new front door installed and that meant new locks and Francis Scott Key. The first of all Fri the cleanup lady came I made sure the door was subject because I knew her key would not play. After she came in and started cleaning and after my wife went to ferment I went downstairs to the finished basement where she was vacuuming and presented her with a new key.

The way I presented the key was interesting. This time I wore a unlike robe ( naked underneath of course ) which was longer and more fluffy like a toilet robe should be. However I opened up the nominal head of the robe about 8 or 9 inch and exposed my turncock and balls with full frontal nudity. I was trying to explain the switch in Florida key so I could get the old key and she could give the new presence door key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the full-of-the-moon head-on nakedness and my cock and balls. She looked up and down and stopped and fixed her heart directly on my cock Then as I got closer she smiled and as I explained the key switch I"accidentally"dropped the new key directly in front of me and it landed between my feet. It seems the tradition is Eastern EC that a woman is somewhat subservient. Therefore when I dropped the key she immediately bent over and went to cull up the key. In so doing her head and eye passed directly down the presence of my body inch from my putz. I know she was looking as she bent over. She then stood up and smiled holding the new key and handing over the old key.

During the same sojourn I did the"exhibitor"thing again but when I walked out of the toilet I accidentally let the towel nightfall giving her the first off entire naked panorama of my dead body. The first matter she saw was my ass because she was standing behind me. The towel landed behind me and she picked it up and handed it to me as I swung around completely bare with my putz and balls swinging as I twirled around. I hesitated as she handed me the towel trying to look mortified but making surely she had a trade good tenacious view.

This was in the middle of summer and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my riding habit after several naked exposures I would retire upstairs to my federal agency and watch porn on my computing device. I was dressed only in my tee shirt exposing my tool and balls with an Angle that when the cleaning lady came up step she had an unobstructed position ! wellspring I was delight when she turned the corner coming up the stair and turned my chair so she would stimulate a full moon horizon of tool and balls. She walked in and said"electrical energy"in disordered English language. I wasn't sure what she meant but I got up and headed downstairs with her. Again, Eastern European charwoman seem subservient and she followed me down to the cellar and she had a full opinion of my ass as we went down the stairs. When we got to the washer I noticed it was not running and the dehumidifier was also not working. I knew that a circuit breaker had tripped because the washer, drier, and dehumidifier overloaded the circuit. I looked dumbfound and got up on the automatic washer completely exposing my prick and balls. I then bent over with my ass facing her to have her a prospect of my undefendable ass and orb from behind. I hesitated and then reset the circuit breaker but not before extending my naked cock.

I went back upstairs and jerked a good load off to ease the sexual tautness that had built up. On the way out to work after I dressed I dropped another ten dollar mark invoice on the table and she smiled and thanked me.

The following sojourn by the cleansing lady interested me more than ever. I was trying to think of what new exposure I could come up with. Then it hit me. I put on the Same old tee shirt that was low on me that came down to my belly clitoris and to the crack in my ass and no further. It was the same one I wore when the circuit breaker needed to be reset. I then put on a brace of shortstop that were very humble.
When it was sentence for her to get in around 7:30 am I went down and took off the short circuit and was standing by the front door naked from the belly button to my feet.
I saw the van pull up across the street and the cleansing lady stepped out of the van walking toward our house. I had combed my pubic hair and swung my body from position to side so my cock and Ball were free. I then turned to the bulwark in front of the door which contained a full length mirror so when she walked in she would have opinion of my ass and I would see her in the mirror. I heard the key in the door and as it opened I saw her case in the mirror in movement of me. I then pretended to be startled as I turned and looked directly into her face. She let out a gasp and immediately said"sorry"as if she scared me. I turned to collapse her a full frontal view of my now throbbing cock and hanging balls. She took the sight in and just stood there staring. I turned to move over her another view of my ass and then proceeded to walk up stair putting on my shorts crawling in bed with my still sleeping wife.

After my wife got up and went to sour I again took off my shorts and headed one-half naked down the stairs to see the cleaning lady. She was busy in the kitchen so I went there to suffer a looking glass of orange juice. We have a small kitchen so I had to steer around her almost touching her but not quite. My cock was growing ever so slightly and she surely noticed. As she continued to clean I followed her around making sure she got several prospect of my nakedness. I started to feel the pounding in my cock and made sure she noticed it was growing in size. It was a sexual bang to know she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my cock and balls and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the basement of a lot of junk and still in my one-half naked tee shirt only garb I went down and directed her to mop the newly cleaned up country. I stood there to manage and she had the usual full-of-the-moon prospect of cock and balls and sometimes as I turned to show her my ass. Again my cock began to grow and she was sure to point out its increasing sizing. I stayed the entire time until the pressure became too groovy and I went upstairs to view more porn and eventually had to jerk my swelling rooster with a huge enjoyable load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my turncock hard-on to her but one morning I was sitting in the hot seat in the bread and butter elbow room with only if my tee shirt on giving the cleaning ma'am a to the full view of my legs spread apart and cock and testis. I was pretending to be reading the report and I felt my tool beginning to grow. I usually didn't want her to see a full hard-on thinking it might restrain her but this fourth dimension I let it go. My cock climbed straight up to my belly clit and was at full-of-the-moon attention. About this sentence she walked into the dining elbow room and stopped abruptly staring at my throbbing member.

I noticed some pre-cum slowly oozing out of the tip of my dick, she noticed it also. She turned to the kitchen where the outside hired hand held phone was but I had removed it and had on the board succeeding to me, pretending to be waiting for a call.

She noticed the phone was gone and asked in bring out English - telephone ? I held it up and said me call option, pretending to be waiting for a claim. I think she was going to foretell her government agency. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some smut after a inadequate jerking academic term blasted one of the large loads in a retentive clip. I dressed in my suit and tie, went downstairs ( I still had the earphone ) and walked to the kitchen and offered her the phone. She looked me up and down at my well tailored suit and said no. I handed her a 20 dollar bill and got a courteous thank you for the money !

Finally one Friday I stood one-half naked at the look door at the appointed time ( 7:30 am ) and the door opened. The cleaning lady was getting used to the survey that greeted her, my short tee shirt not quite down to the crack in my ass. My naked ass and cock and egg on exhibit for her. I gave her a brief appearance swinging my body so my cock and Lucille Ball would be swaying for her sight. Almost immediately I started to get an erection which became obvious to her. I bent over with my ass facing her pretending to peck up an gasbag on the floor giving her a view of my asshole and balls dangling from behind. Then I put on my short pants and went back to bed with my wife.

My married woman left for work at 8:30 and I came down to the kitchen completely naked and I was already aroused with a fast erection pointed straight ahead and at an Angle towards the ceiling. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleaning lady was washing lulu. She heard me walk in and turned and looked at me. She let out a large gasp and straightened up and her eyes fixed on my heavy throbbing cock. She never took her eyes of off it until I said in a formula spokesperson, honorable good morning. I sat down on a stool, legs spread apart erect cock and Lucille Ball aimed in her direction. I had never been this bold and was n't sure of her response. She had never seen my cock as grueling, as long, and throbbing as it was this morning time. Pre cum was visible and dripping ever so slightly on the kitchen floor.

I motioned her to come up over to me, she did, never taking her center off of my dick. I had ten ten one dollar bill bills in my paw and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the same time I brought her right helping hand over to my enlarged pecker. I placed her hand on my erection and wrapped her digit around the girth of my member.

My cock was hot and hard and her hand was moth-eaten but I felt her fingers wrap tightly around my erection. She immediately began stroking, almost as if she had done this many clip before, perhaps she had. She felt the forefront of my dick as she slid her paw the full duration. She stopped a few times and gave a slight squeeze when she got to the base of my dick.


Her stroking was Almighty, her rhythm method of birth control was pure. She also ran her indicator fingerbreadth to the tip of my gumshoe where the pre cum was now flowing. She took some of the pre cum and moistened the brain of my cock. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my dick sent feel of pleasure throughout my soundbox. I could only think of those finger's breadth that were playing with my cock and clod were the cleanup lady whose public figure I don't even know. As she fondled my balls I could see an formulation of pleasure on her human face. My clump must experience felt like testicle in her hand and her hand started to feel warm and sensuous.

At one stage I began to throw my hips almost involuntarily as she stroked my pecker with an even rhythm. As I was thrusting my hips she stopped stroking and just held my stopcock as I was now fucking her hand. Shortly thereafter I thrust my body forward and held it there and then she continued her stroking. She also took her former handwriting and felt my ass rubbing both ass boldness as she stroked. I do n't recall how many virgule it took but the smell built and I approached the bound wanting to cum but wanting her stroking to terminal forever. The prick of my penis would bounce up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my peter bounce 5 or 6 column inch and then ensconce back at a nearly 45 degree Angle waiting for her hand to return. She then would again wrap her digit around my peter and slowly began another serial of cam stroke. I could n't accommodate back my head word rolled back and my pecker shuddered as I let out a immense groan and I began to spurt the gravid, fullest load I ever remember. I can't remember the number of spurt of cum I shot but the muscle spasm were uncontrollable. I felt tingling throughout my body. The hot load covered her helping hand and flowed out over the kitchen storey. As I groaned in pleasure her eye were wide-eyed exposed viewing the capitulum of my shaft and it's flowing semen. As I was cumming she wrapped her other hand around my egg and gently squeezed them. She stopped and gave me a strange look then looked at her hand and the floor and finally back to my deflating cock. She managed a little smile and got some paper towels cleaning her deal, the floor, and finally my turncock. Gently she wiped the head of my turncock until it was almost dry but still oozing some fluid. She then reached over and grabbed my cock and testis and gave them a gentle squeeze with a grin on her face. I put the hundred dollar mark in her handwriting and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her handbag and continued her cleaning responsibility while I retired upstairs to shower down and snip for piece of work. Some time later I went downstairs fully dressed ready to go to lick. I walked through the dining room where she was dusting and smiled, she returned the smile and a brief goodbye and thanks for the money ! I had no idea what the side by side visit would entail .