We had a cleaning lady come to our sign every former Friday and she worked about 5 hours cleaning our family. Her routine was simple. She would arrive about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a full sized van that had about 6 other gentlewoman that were driven to various position in our suburban area. She had a key to our household so she let herself in and proceeded to do her chores in an orderly manor. She was plain looking and usually wore a gray house garb. She had an average figure at about 5 feet 5 column inch tall. She spoke very picayune English and understood less. Her age was mid 40's.

At inaugural I ignored her bearing since I was getting ready to go to figure out about the Lapplander time. I had a reasonably easy job agenda, I didn't punch a meter clock and could keep my own hours. I was unfreeze to come and go to the office at any time.

One Friday morning I heard her open the front door and come in to start her cleaning routine. I had nothing at piece of work scheduled until after lunch and having been out the night before for dinner party I thought I'd sleep in and head for the federal agency after lunch. My wife worked a normal agenda and was off to her job every morning by 8:30. Today was no elision. She rose from bed and began to get fix for work. By 8:25 she said goodbye drove off to her job.

The cleaning lady was still on the firstly floor of our house as I got up from our bed on the second flooring. I slipped off my pajamas and put on my gown. This is not the hanker fluffy bathrobe, this is a tenuous unretentive thin cloth robe that came down to my genu. It was also not big and scantily fit around my waist. So completely au naturel, wearing only this flimsy robe I strode downstairs to the living room to sit and read the morning newspaper. The cleanup lady hardly noticed me because there were times when I didn't leave for work until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a small chairman in our keep elbow room and opened the composition, I spread my legs open which easily exposed my cock and ballock through the open nominal head of my robe. The death chair was facing the kitchen and the cleanup lady was in the kitchen dusting and lavation and cleaning. From time to time she would walk from the kitchen to the dining elbow room. When she did this the initiatory time, her eyes glanced in my direction. What she saw was me, in my robe reading the paper. In improver she saw my leg spread apart and my shaft and formal at sleep in full scene. She froze in her racecourse. 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 exhibit nakedness. I was of course of action aware of it and it gave me rushing and touch sensation that she was looking at my turncock and balls she stopped and was staring. I began to take in a small erection which she also noticed. I had a bit of pre-cum dripping out the psyche of my cock. She continued her cleaning duties, but would pause occasionally to observe my partial tone nudity. This was the foremost session and little became of it as I was just testing the waters and was looking forward the second session with innovative plans.


The next visit of the cleaning peeress was two workweek after the number 1 one and I was more prepare. I had a few plans to fulfil. start I did the same routine with the newspaper, sitting in the chair facing the kitchen, bleak naked with a flimsy robe wide open exposing my prick and balls. After a few mo I got up and walked out to the kitchen where she was working. I then let the robe unfold so I was providing her with a full frontlet nakedness view. I walked around the kitchen getting a Methedrine of juice and spell of toast all the piece providing her with glances of stopcock and clod swinging loosely from my spread robe. When it came metre for her to go upstairs to houseclean the bedroom, I followed.

Her constant glances at my out-of-doors robe assured me she was getting a dear view. Whether she enjoyed it or not I don't know. I was enjoying the exposing and flashing. I was occasionally begin to possess an erection, small but it was noticeable and she was aware of it.

At one point she was cleaning the bathroom and I decided it was time to shower. I took off the robe and wrapped a pocket-size towel around my waist. This towel was so small it couldn't hide my cock and balls and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a small stool when I went in to the bathroom and I made a gesture that I wanted to shower. She looked me up and down and was totally mindful of my almost complete nudity. She left the privy and I turned on the shower for a abbreviated moment pretended to shower and then opened the door with the towel hanging from my waist making surely I was giving her a safe persuasion of turncock, glob and ass. She indeed looked me over Sir Thomas More than once. An erection rose almost immediately.

I decided to resume my mannerism in my flimsy robe on the chair in the animation room. The excitement of the shower aspect caused a soundly sized erection which I had to hang to. While the cleaning lady was in the kitchen I began stroking my stopcock and it rose to the occasion. It was interesting because at any moment she could walk into the dining room and see the natural action of me stroking my cock. She didn't and shortly I let go with a huge load and relief from the sexual urgings. This caused me to go to bed to our upstair can and clean up. I decided to dress and guide for the authority. I came down in my suit and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleansing Lady was a little startled seeing me in my work clothing since recently it had been assorted glances of my dick, orchis and ass. I handed her a ten buck vizor, she replied with a thank you for the money in upset English.

Several Fri later I stretched my exposure to the cleansing dame. On one occasion we had a new front doorway installed and that meant new locks and keys. The first Fri the cleaning madam came I made sure the room access was open because I knew her key would not sour. After she came in and started cleaning and after my wife went to work I went downstairs to the finished cellar where she was vacuuming and presented her with a new key.

The way I presented the key was interesting. This clip I wore a unlike robe ( raw underneath of form ) which was yearner and more fluffy like a bathroom robe should be. However I opened up the movement of the gown about 8 or 9 inch and exposed my cock and balls with entire frontage nudeness. I was trying to explain the switch in keys so I could get the old key and she could experience the new front door key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the entire frontal nudity and my cock and egg. She looked up and down and stopped and fixed her eyes directly on my pecker Then as I got closer she smiled and as I explained the key switch I"accidentally"dropped the new key directly in strawman of me and it landed between my feet. It seems the custom is Eastern Europe that a womanhood is somewhat subservient. Therefore when I dropped the key she immediately bent over and went to pick up the key. In so doing her head and middle passed directly down the front of my body inches from my cock. 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 Saami visit I did the"shower"thing again but when I walked out of the bathroom I accidentally let the towel dusk giving her the inaugural wax naked view of my body. The first thing 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 cock and Lucille Ball swinging as I twirled around. I hesitated as she handed me the towel trying to front blockade but making sure she had a honorable long view.

This was in the middle of summer and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my habit after several naked pic I would hit the sack upstairs to my post and watch porn on my information processing system. I was dressed only in my tee shirt exposing my cock and balls with an slant that when the cleaning lady came up stairs she had an unobstructed purview ! Well I was pleased when she turned the corner coming up the stairs and turned my chair so she would have a fully prospect of pecker and glob. 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 good position of my ass as we went down the stair. 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 washing machine, dryer, and dehumidifier overloaded the circuit. I looked puzzled and got up on the washer completely exposing my turncock and balls. I then bent over with my ass facing her to give her a view of my open ass and nut from behind. I hesitated and then reset the breaker but not before extending my naked cock.

I went back upstairs and jerked a trade good load off to relieve the sexual tension that had built up. On the way out to work after I dressed I dropped another ten one dollar bill bill on the board and she smiled and thanked me.

The next visit by the cleaning lady interested me more than ever. I was trying to conceive of what new exposure I could come up with. Then it hit me. I put on the same old tee shirt that was minuscule on me that came down to my belly button and to the snap in my ass and no further. It was the Saame one I wore when the lap breaker needed to be reset. I then put on a span of underdrawers that were very small.
When it was time for her to arrive around 7:30 am I went down and took off the shorts and was standing by the strawman door naked from the belly release to my understructure.
I saw the van pull up across the street and the cleaning lady stepped out of the van walking toward our family. I had combed my pubic pilus and swung my trunk from slope to side so my cock and balls were free. I then turned to the wall in front of the door which contained a full length mirror so when she walked in she would give view 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 face in the mirror in front line 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 give her a fully frontal view of my now throbbing rooster and hanging egg. She took the purview in and just stood there staring. I turned to give her another view of my ass and then proceeded to take the air up step putting on my short circuit crawling in bed with my still sleeping wife.

After my wife got up and went to make for I again took off my shorts and headed one-half naked down the stair to see the cleaning lady. She was interfering in the kitchen so I went there to have a glass of orange juice. We have a low kitchen so I had to channelize around her almost touching her but not quite. My pecker was growing ever so slightly and she surely noticed. As she continued to clean I followed her around making sure she got several view of my desolation. I started to feel the throbbing in my turncock and made sure she noticed it was growing in size. It was a intimate thrill to do it 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 rubble and still in my half naked tee shirt only garb I went down and directed her to mop the newly cleaned up sphere. I stood there to supervise and she had the usual full scene of cock and ballock and sometimes as I turned to show her my ass. Again my shaft began to grow and she was sure to notice its increasing size. I stayed the entire time until the pressure level became too corking and I went upstairs to watch more porn and eventually had to jerk my swelling cock with a immense pleasurable load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my cocks erection to her but one cockcrow I was sitting in the chair in the animation room with only my tee shirt on giving the cleanup madam a full thought of my stage spread apart and rooster and ball. I was pretending to be reading the theme and I felt my cock beginning to grow. I usually didn't want her to see a full erection thinking it might intimidate her but this time I let it go. My cock climbed straight up to my belly button and was at full attention. About this time she walked into the dining elbow room and stopped abruptly staring at my throbbing fellow member.

I noticed some pre-cum slowly oozing out of the tip of my tool, she noticed it also. She turned to the kitchen where the remote script held earpiece was but I had removed it and had on the table next to me, pretending to be waiting for a call.

She noticed the phone was gone and asked in broken in English - telephony ? I held it up and said me call, pretending to be waiting for a telephone call. I think she was going to call her office. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some pornography after a short jerking session blasted one of the cock-a-hoop lots in a foresightful time. I dressed in my suit and tie, went downstairs ( I still had the phone ) 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 XX buck flier and got a nice thank you for the money !

Finally one Friday I stood half naked at the movement room access at the ordained sentence ( 7:30 am ) and the door opened. The cleaning lady was getting used to the view that greeted her, my dead tee shirt not quite down to the crack in my ass. My naked ass and hammer and balls on video display for her. I gave her a brief show swinging my body so my cock and Ball would be swaying for her purview. Almost immediately I started to get an erecting which became obvious to her. I bent over with my ass facing her pretending to pick up an envelope on the flooring giving her a view 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 naked and I was already aroused with a tauten erection pointed heterosexual person ahead and at an angle towards the ceiling. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleaning lady was washing dishes. She heard me take the air in and turned and looked at me. She let out a prominent pant and straightened up and her eyes fixed on my large throbbing cock. She never took her eyes of off it until I said in a pattern voice, good morning. I sat down on a fecal matter, legs spread apart erect cock and Ball aimed in her direction. I had never been this bold and was n't sure of her chemical reaction. She had never seen my cock as difficult, 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 get along over to me, she did, never taking her heart off of my cock. I had ten ten dollar bill bills in my hand and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the Lapp clock time I brought her veracious paw over to my enlarged tool. I placed her hand on my erection and wrapped her fingers around the girth of my penis.

My cock was hot and hard and her script was cold but I felt her finger 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 head of my hawkshaw as she slid her hand the entire length. She stopped a few time and gave a slender credit crunch when she got to the foot of my dick.


Her stroke was Divine, her rhythm was perfect. She also ran her index finger to the tip of my dick where the pre cum was now flowing. She took some of the pre cum and moistened the head of my tool. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my hammer sent feelings of delight throughout my body. I could only guess of those fingers that were playing with my shaft and ball were the cleaning lady whose name I don't even know. As she fondled my balls I could see an grammatical construction of pleasure on her case. My balls must bear felt like eggs in her mitt and her hand started to experience warm and sensuous.

At one peak I began to hurl my hips almost involuntarily as she stroked my pecker with an even rhythm. As I was thrusting my rose hip she stopped stroking and just held my cock as I was now fucking her deal. Shortly thereafter I thrust my body forward and held it there and then she continued her stroking. She also took her other hand and felt my ass rubbing both ass brass as she stroked. I do n't remember how many chance event it took but the belief built and I approached the edge wanting to cum but wanting her stroking to last forever. The dig of my penis would bounce up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my tool bounce 5 or 6 inches and then settle back at a nearly 45 stage angle waiting for her bridge player to devolve. She then would again enclose her fingers around my dick and slowly began another series of strokes. I could n't prevail back my oral sex rolled back and my dick shuddered as I let out a immense groan and I began to spurt the largest, fullest lode I ever remember. I can't remember the numeral of spirt of cum I shot but the cramp were uncontrollable. I felt tingling throughout my body. The hot load covered her hand and flowed out over the kitchen level. As I groaned in pleasure her heart were wide open viewing the head of my cock and it's flowing semen. As I was cumming she wrapped her other script around my ball and gently squeezed them. She stopped and gave me a strange aspect then looked at her hand and the story and finally back to my deflating cock. She managed a lilliputian smile and got some composition towels cleaning her hand, the flooring, and finally my pecker. Gently she wiped the foreland of my turncock until it was almost dry but still oozing some fluid. She then reached over and catch my cock and balls and gave them a gentle liquidity crisis with a smile on her brass. I put the hundred dollars in her manus and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her purse and continued her cleaning duties while I retired upstairs to lavish and dress for work. Some meter later I went downstairs fully dressed ready to go to crop. I walked through the dining elbow room where she was dusting and smiled, she returned the smile and a legal brief auf wiedersehen and thanks for the money ! I had no approximation what the next sojourn would entail .