We had a cleaning dame come to our house every early Friday and she worked about 5 hours cleaning our house. Her routine was elementary. She would get in about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a full sized van that had about 6 other lady that were driven to assorted position in our suburban orbit. She had a key to our home so she let herself in and proceeded to do her job in an orderly manor. She was plain looking and usually wore a grayish house apparel. She had an average image at about 5 human foot 5 inch tall. She spoke very little English and understood less. Her age was mid 40's.

At first-class honours degree I ignored her presence since I was getting cook to go to function about the Saame time. I had a pretty easy job schedule, I didn't punch a time clock and could keep my own hour. I was liberate to come and go to the office at any time.

One Fri first light I heard her give the front room access and come in to start her cleansing turn. I had nothing at work scheduled until after tiffin and having been out the night before for dinner I thought I'd nap in and head for the post 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 prepare for workplace. By 8:25 she said good-by drove off to her job.

The cleaning peeress was still on the first gear floor of our house as I got up from our bed on the second floor. I slipped off my pajamas and put on my gown. This is not the farsighted fluffy bathrobe, this is a flimsy light thin cloth robe that came down to my knees. It was also not big and barely fit around my waistline. So completely bare, wearing only this flimsy gown I strode downstairs to the living room to sit and understand the morning paper. The cleaning lady hardly noticed me because there were prison term when I didn't leave for work until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a small chair in our living room and opened the newspaper publisher, I spread my legs open which easily exposed my peter and balls through the open air forepart of my gown. The chairperson was facing the kitchen and the cleanup ma'am was in the kitchen dusting and washables and cleansing. From time to time she would walk from the kitchen to the dining room. When she did this the inaugural time, her heart glanced in my direction. What she saw was me, in my robe reading the paper. In addition she saw my legs disperse apart and my cock and globe 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 newspaper publisher and not aware of my uncovered nakedness. I was of class aware of it and it gave me hurry and feeling that she was looking at my prick and balls she stopped and was staring. I began to have a diminished erection which she also noticed. I had a bit of pre-cum dripping out the head teacher of my pecker. She continued her cleaning obligation, but would break occasionally to observe my partial nakedness. This was the commencement session and little became of it as I was just testing the waters and was looking forward the indorse academic term with advanced plans.


The adjacent visit of the cleaning lady was two week after the first one and I was more educate. I had a few plans to fulfill. First I did the same number with the newsprint, sitting in the professorship facing the kitchen, sodding naked with a flimsy robe wide open exposing my cock and formal. After a few moment I got up and walked out to the kitchen where she was working. I then let the robe open so I was providing her with a full frontal nudity view. I walked around the kitchen getting a glass of juice and piece of pledge all the spell providing her with glimpse of cock and clod swinging loosely from my give robe. When it came time for her to go upstairs to clean the bedrooms, I followed.

Her never-ending glimpse at my open robe assured me she was getting a good perspective. Whether she enjoyed it or not I don't know. I was enjoying the exposing and flashing. I was occasionally begin to receive an hard-on, diminished but it was noticeable and she was aware of it.

At one pointedness she was cleaning the john and I decided it was time to shower. I took off the robe and wrapped a small towel around my waistline. This towel was so pocket-size it couldn't hide out my cock and Ball and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a small throne when I went in to the bathroom and I made a gesture that I wanted to shower down. She looked me up and down and was totally mindful of my almost complete nakedness. She left the bathroom and I turned on the exhibitioner for a abbreviated instant pretended to lavish and then opened the threshold with the towel hanging from my waistline making certain I was giving her a good view of cock, balls and ass. She indeed looked me over Thomas More than once. An erection rose almost immediately.

I decided to sum up my airs in my tenuous robe on the chair in the living room. The excitation of the exhibitioner scene caused a good sized hard-on which I had to take care to. While the cleaning lady was in the kitchen I began stroking my cock and it rose to the occasion. It was interesting because at any moment she could take the air into the dining room and see the activity of me stroking my cock. She didn't and shortly I let go with a huge load and easing from the sexual spurring. This caused me to retire to our upstairs bath and houseclean up. I decided to dress and head for the office. I came down in my wooing and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleaning lady was a minuscule startled seeing me in my study clothing since recently it had been diverse glance of my hammer, globe and ass. I handed her a ten dollar broadside, she replied with a thank you for the money in break down English.

Several Fridays later I stretched my pic to the cleanup lady. On one occasion we had a new front door installed and that meant new locks and key. The first Friday the cleanup lady came I made sure the door was clear because I knew her key would not work. After she came in and started cleanup and after my wife went to forge 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 different gown ( defenseless underneath of course ) which was farsighted and more fluffy like a toilet robe should be. However I opened up the front man of the robe about 8 or 9 inch and exposed my tool and Lucille Ball with wide frontlet nudity. I was trying to explain the switch in key so I could get the old key and she could have the new front threshold key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the good frontal nudeness and my cock and Lucille Ball. She looked up and down and stopped and fixed her eyes directly on my cock Then as I got closer she smiled and as I explained the key switching I"accidentally"dropped the new key directly in front man of me and it landed between my base. It seems the tradition is Eastern Europe that a woman is somewhat instrumental. Therefore when I dropped the key she immediately bent over and went to blame up the key. In so doing her head and eyes passed directly down the front of my torso inches from my rooster. 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 Saame sojourn I did the"shower bath"thing again but when I walked out of the bath I accidentally let the towel downfall giving her the first full-of-the-moon bare persuasion of my body. The first-class honours degree affair 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 naked with my putz and orb swinging as I twirled around. I hesitated as she handed me the towel trying to look embarrassed but making sure she had a upright long vista.

This was in the eye of summer and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my habit after several naked exposures I would hit the sack upstairs to my government agency and watch porn on my computing machine. I was dressed only in my tee shirt exposing my turncock and clod with an Angle that when the cleaning lady came up stairs she had an unobstructed purview ! fountainhead I was pleased when she turned the corner coming up the stairs and turned my hot seat so she would possess a full view of cock and testis. She walked in and said"electricity"in broken English. I wasn't sure what she meant but I got up and headed downstairs with her. Again, Eastern European women seem subservient and she followed me down to the basement and she had a full thought 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, dryer, and dehumidifier overloaded the tour. I looked beat and got up on the washer completely exposing my cock and glob. I then bent over with my ass facing her to apply her a view of my surface ass and musket ball from behind. I hesitated and then reset the ledgeman but not before extending my naked turncock.

I went back upstairs and jerked a honest incumbrance off to salvage the intimate tension that had built up. On the way out to cultivate after I dressed I dropped another ten dollar bill account on the mesa and she smiled and thanked me.

The adjacent visit by the cleansing ma'am interested me more than ever. I was trying to imagine of what new exposure I could come up with. Then it hit me. I put on the Same old tee shirt that was small on me that came down to my belly push and to the crevice in my ass and no further. It was the Lapp one I wore when the circumference circuit breaker needed to be reset. I then put on a pair of shorts that were very small.
When it was time for her to get around 7:30 am I went down and took off the shorts and was standing by the movement door naked from the belly button to my foot.
I saw the van pull up across the street and the cleaning lady stepped out of the van walking toward our house. I had combed my pubic pilus and swung my body from position to side so my cock and Lucille Ball were liberal. I then turned to the rampart in front of the room access which contained a full distance mirror so when she walked in she would get vista of my ass and I would see her in the mirror. I heard the key in the threshold and as it opened I saw her face in the mirror in front 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 prospect of my now throbbing turncock and hanging balls. She took the prospect in and just stood there staring. I turned to give her another view of my ass and then proceeded to take the air up stairs putting on my shorts crawling in bed with my still sleeping wife.

After my wife got up and went to operate I again took off my shorts and headed half naked down the stairs to see the cleaning peeress. She was busy in the kitchen so I went there to let a ice of orange succus. We have a small kitchen so I had to manoeuvre around her almost touching her but not quite. My cock was growing ever so slightly and she surely noticed. As she continued to pick I followed her around making trusted she got several views of my nakedness. I started to feel the throbbing in my cock and made sure she noticed it was growing in sizing. It was a sexual thrill to know she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my cock and orb and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the basement of a lot of debris and still in my half nude tee shirt only garb I went down and directed her to mop the newly cleaned up area. I stood there to manage and she had the usual wide-cut opinion of turncock and chunk and sometimes as I turned to show her my ass. Again my putz began to turn and she was surely to mark its increasing size of it. I stayed the entire time until the pressure became too great and I went upstairs to watch More porn and eventually had to jerk my swelling peter with a huge pleasurable load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my cocks erecting to her but one first light I was sitting in the professorship in the living room with only my tee shirt on giving the cleaning lady a full phase of the moon view of my legs spread apart and peter and balls. I was pretending to be reading the newspaper and I felt my cock beginning to acquire. I usually didn't want her to see a full hard-on thinking it might restrain her but this time I let it go. My shaft climbed straight up to my belly button and was at full care. About this time she walked into the dining 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 remote hand held phone was but I had removed it and had on the table adjacent to me, pretending to be waiting for a call.

She noticed the phone was gone and asked in break in English - telephone ? I held it up and said me call, pretending to be waiting for a call. I think she was going to call her bureau. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some pornography after a short jerking session blasted one of the biggest shipment in a yearn time. I dressed in my suit and tie, went downstairs ( I still had the phone ) and walked to the kitchen and offered her the sound. She looked me up and down at my well tailored cause and said no. I handed her a twenty dollar bill and got a nice thank you for the money !

Finally one Friday I stood one-half naked at the front doorway at the appointed time ( 7:30 am ) and the door opened. The cleaning ma'am was getting used to the view that greeted her, my brusque tee shirt not quite down to the tornado in my ass. My naked ass and cock and balls on video display for her. I gave her a legal brief show swinging my consistency so my dick and balls would be swaying for her view. Almost immediately I started to get an erection which became obvious to her. I bent over with my ass facing her pretending to pick up an gasbag on the level giving her a eyeshot of my asshole and balls dangling from behind. Then I put on my shorts and went back to bed with my wife.

My wife left for work at 8:30 and I came down to the kitchen completely bare and I was already aroused with a firmly erection pointed straight ahead and at an Angle towards the ceiling. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleaning lady was washing dishful. She heard me walk in and turned and looked at me. She let out a bombastic gasp and straightened up and her center fixed on my large throbbing turncock. She never took her heart of off it until I said in a pattern voice, good morning. I sat down on a feces, legs spread apart erect cock and orchis aimed in her direction. I had never been this bold and was n't indisputable of her reaction. She had never seen my cock as unvoiced, as long, and throbbing as it was this morning. Pre cum was visible and dripping ever so slightly on the kitchen floor.

I motioned her to come over to me, she did, never taking her middle off of my cock. I had ten ten dollar mark posting in my script and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the Saami sentence I brought her right hand over to my expound cock. I placed her handwriting on my erection and wrapped her fingers around the cinch of my phallus.

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


Her stroking was divine, her rhythm was perfect. She also ran her exponent fingerbreadth to the tip of my gumshoe where the pre cum was now flowing. She took some of the pre cum and moistened the head of my cock. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my cock sent tactual sensation of pleasure throughout my physical structure. I could only think of those finger that were playing with my cock and orb were the cleanup gentlewoman whose name I don't even know. As she fondled my Ball I could see an grammatical construction of pleasance on her facial expression. My balls must get felt like eggs in her manus and her hand started to feel tender and sensuous.

At one point I began to throw my hips almost involuntarily as she stroked my cock with an even speech rhythm. As I was thrusting my hips she stopped stroking and just held my shaft 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 early script and felt my ass rubbing both ass nerve as she stroked. I do n't call back how many virgule it took but the notion built and I approached the border wanting to cum but wanting her stroking to hold out forever. The shaft of my phallus would bounce up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my cock bouncing 5 or 6 inches and then settle back at a nearly 45 level Angle waiting for her hand to hark back. She then would again wrap her digit around my putz and slowly began another series of slash. I could n't hold back my head rolled back and my cock shuddered as I let out a huge groan and I began to spurt the largest, fullest encumbrance I ever remember. I can't remember the turn of jet of cum I shot but the muscle spasm were ungovernable. I felt tingling throughout my torso. The hot load covered her script and flowed out over the kitchen floor. As I groaned in pleasure her eyes were wide unfold viewing the head of my cock and it's flowing semen. As I was cumming she wrapped her early handwriting around my balls and gently squeezed them. She stopped and gave me a strange looking at then looked at her hired man and the floor and finally back to my deflating turncock. She managed a little smile and got some newspaper towels cleaning her mitt, the storey, and finally my cock. Gently she wiped the school principal of my hammer until it was almost dry but still oozing some fluid. She then reached over and grab my rooster and ball and gave them a gentle credit crunch with a smiling on her nerve. I put the hundred dollar sign in her hand and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her bag and continued her cleaning responsibility while I retired upstairs to shower and dress for work. Some time later I went downstairs fully dressed ready to go to work. 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 estimation what the next visit would entail .