We had a cleansing lady come to our house every other Friday and she worked about 5 hour cleaning our house. Her modus operandi was dewy-eyed. She would arrive about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a wide sized van that had about 6 other peeress that were driven to assorted locations in our suburban area. She had a key to our home base so she let herself in and proceeded to do her chores in an neat manor. She was sheer looking and usually wore a grey-headed sign of the zodiac attire. She had an average figure at about 5 feet 5 inches tall. She spoke very little English and understood less. Her age was mid 40's.

At initiative I ignored her presence since I was getting ready to go to mold about the same time. I had a moderately gentle job schedule, I didn't punch a fourth dimension clock and could save my own time of day. I was disengage to come up and go to the part at any time.

One Fri morning I heard her open the front door and come in to start her cleanup subroutine. I had zero at work scheduled until after lunch and having been out the night before for dinner I thought I'd sleep in and head for the office after luncheon. My wife worked a formula agenda and was off to her job every morning by 8:30. Today was no elision. She rose from bed and began to get gear up for work. By 8:25 she said goodbye drove off to her job.

The cleaning lady was still on the beginning floor of our house as I got up from our bed on the irregular floor. I slipped off my jammies and put on my robe. This is not the long fluffy bathrobe, this is a slight short thin cloth robe that came down to my articulatio genus. It was also not big and just fit around my waistline. So completely naked, wearing only this flimsy robe I strode downstairs to the living elbow room to sit and read the morning newspaper publisher. The cleansing ma'am hardly noticed me because there were times when I didn't leave for workplace until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a belittled chair in our bread and butter elbow room and opened the paper, I spread my legs open which easily exposed my cock and balls through the loose front of my gown. The chair was facing the kitchen and the cleaning peeress was in the kitchen dusting and washing and cleaning. From meter to prison term she would walk from the kitchen to the dining room. When she did this the offset time, her heart glanced in my direction. What she saw was me, in my gown reading the report. In gain she saw my ramification spread apart and my pecker and balls at rest in wide view. She froze in her tracks. I observed her reflection from the bound of the paper I held up so it looked like I was reading the paper and not mindful of my queer nakedness. I was of course aware of it and it gave me rush and feeling that she was looking at my cock and balls she stopped and was staring. I began to take a small erection which she also noticed. I had a bit of pre-cum dripping out the header of my cock. She continued her cleaning duty, but would pause occasionally to observe my partial nakedness. This was the beginning session and fiddling became of it as I was just testing the Ethel Waters and was looking forward the second session with advanced plans.


The next visit of the cleansing ma'am was two calendar week after the low gear one and I was more prepared. I had a few plans to fulfill. offset I did the Lapplander function with the paper, sitting in the chair facing the kitchen, sodding naked with a flimsy gown wide afford exposing my cock and orchis. After a few minutes I got up and walked out to the kitchen where she was working. I then let the robe assailable so I was providing her with a to the full frontal nudeness view. I walked around the kitchen getting a glass of juice and piece of goner all the while providing her with glance of shaft and glob swinging loosely from my open gown. When it came time for her to go upstairs to pick the chamber, I followed.

Her constant glances at my capable gown assured me she was getting a good opinion. Whether she enjoyed it or not I don't know. I was enjoying the exposing and flashing. I was occasionally begin to have an erection, pocket-size 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 lavish. I took off the robe and wrapped a humble towel around my shank. This towel was so small it couldn't enshroud my cock and clod and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a minor feces when I went in to the privy and I made a gesture that I wanted to shower. She looked me up and down and was totally aware of my almost arrant nakedness. She left the bath and I turned on the shower for a brief minute pretended to shower and then opened the door with the towel hanging from my waistline making indisputable I was giving her a unspoilt view of cock, orchis and ass. She indeed looked me over to a greater extent than once. An erection rose almost immediately.

I decided to resume my pose in my flimsy robe on the electric chair in the living elbow room. The turmoil of the rain shower scene caused a near sized erection which I had to attend 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 consequence 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 loading and relief from the intimate spurring. This caused me to retire to our up the stairs bathroom and clean 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 cleanup lady was a minuscule startled seeing me in my body of work habiliment since recently it had been various glimpse of my hammer, Lucille Ball and ass. I handed her a ten dollar handbill, she replied with a thank you for the money in broken English.

Several Fri later I stretched my exposure to the cleaning lady. On one occasion we had a new breast doorway installed and that meant new locks and keys. The first-class honours degree Friday the cleanup lady came I made sure the door was open because I knew her key would not crop. After she came in and started cleansing and after my married woman went to work 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 metre I wore a different robe ( naked underneath of course of action ) which was longer and more fluffy like a toilet robe should be. However I opened up the presence of the robe about 8 or 9 inches and exposed my turncock and balls with total frontal nudity. I was trying to explain the switch in cay so I could get the old key and she could sustain the new front line door key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the full frontal nudity and my rooster and balls. 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 electrical switch I"accidentally"dropped the new key directly in front of me and it landed between my substructure. It seems the custom is Eastern Europe that a woman 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 eyes passed directly down the straw man of my body in 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 same visit I did the"shower"thing again but when I walked out of the toilet I accidentally let the towel descent giving her the initiatory wide au naturel horizon of my body. The first-class honours degree 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 tool and formal swinging as I twirled around. I hesitated as she handed me the towel trying to bet obstruct but making for certain she had a good long vista.

This was in the centre of summer and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my substance abuse after several defenseless exposures I would crawl in upstairs to my spot and watch porn on my electronic computer. I was dressed only in my tee shirt exposing my cock and orb with an angle that when the cleansing lady came up steps she had an unobstructed survey ! well I was please when she turned the corner coming up the stairs and turned my chair so she would have a full-of-the-moon view of shaft and egg. She walked in and said"electrical energy"in broken side. 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 sight 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 ledgeman had tripped because the washer, drier, and dehumidifier overloaded the circuit. I looked puzzled and got up on the washing machine completely exposing my cock and balls. I then bent over with my ass facing her to pay her a sentiment of my open ass and orb from behind. I hesitated and then reset the breaker but not before extending my naked cock.

I went back upstairs and jerked a unspoilt onus off to unbosom the intimate tension that had built up. On the way out to work after I dressed I dropped another ten dollar bill on the table and she smiled and thanked me.

The succeeding sojourn by the cleaning 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 Lapplander old tee shirt that was pocket-sized on me that came down to my belly clit and to the crack in my ass and no further. It was the Saami one I wore when the circuit surf needed to be reset. I then put on a pair of shorts that were very pocket-size.
When it was fourth dimension for her to go far around 7:30 am I went down and took off the shorts and was standing by the presence door naked from the belly release to my substructure.
I saw the van pull up across the street and the cleaning noblewoman stepped out of the van walking toward our house. I had combed my pubic tomentum and swung my soundbox from side to side so my dick and bollock were destitute. I then turned to the rampart in front of the door which contained a full length mirror so when she walked in she would have view of my ass and I would see her in the mirror. I heard the key in the doorway and as it opened I saw her fount in the mirror in strawman of me. I then pretended to be startled as I turned and looked directly into her look. She let out a gasp and immediately said"sorry"as if she scared me. I turned to give her a total frontal scene of my now throbbing cock and hanging globe. She took the view in and just stood there staring. I turned to pass on her another view of my ass and then proceeded to walk up stairs putting on my shorts crawling in bed with my still sleeping wife.

After my wife got up and went to work I again took off my drawers and headed one-half naked down the stairs to see the cleanup lady. She was busy in the kitchen so I went there to sustain a glass of orange juice. We have a small kitchen so I had to operate 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 enough she got several vista of my nakedness. I started to feel the throbbing in my cock and made for certain she noticed it was growing in size. It was a sexual thrill to screw she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my cock and chunk and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the basement of a lot of junk and still in my half au naturel tee shirt only garb I went down and directed her to mop the newly cleaned up area. I stood there to supervise and she had the common wax position of cock and balls and sometimes as I turned to show her my ass. Again my prick began to spring up and she was for sure to notice its increasing size. I stayed the entire fourth dimension until the pressure level became too enceinte and I went upstairs to watch More porn and eventually had to jerk my swelling stopcock with a Brobdingnagian pleasurable load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my cock erecting to her but one aurora I was sitting in the chair in the sustenance room with only my tee shirt on giving the cleanup ma'am a full purview of my legs spread apart and pecker and balls. I was pretending to be reading the paper and I felt my peter beginning to grow. I usually didn't want her to see a entire erecting thinking it might restrain her but this time I let it go. My dick climbed straight up to my belly button and was at full tending. About this clip 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 earphone was but I had removed it and had on the table next to me, pretending to be waiting for a call.

She noticed the speech sound was gone and asked in broken 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 office. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some porn after a short jerking session blasted one of the expectant loading in a long time. I dressed in my courting and tie, went downstairs ( I still had the phone ) and walked to the kitchen and offered her the earphone. She looked me up and down at my well tailored suit and said no. I handed her a twenty dollar mark bill and got a squeamish thank you for the money !

Finally one Friday I stood half naked at the front threshold at the appointed time ( 7:30 am ) and the door opened. The cleaning Lady was getting used to the view that greeted her, my short-change tee shirt not quite down to the crack cocaine in my ass. My defenseless ass and peter and glob on display for her. I gave her a brief show swinging my organic structure so my cock and glob would be swaying for her view. Almost immediately I started to get an hard-on which became obvious to her. I bent over with my ass facing her pretense to pick up an envelope on the floor giving her a perspective of my asshole and glob dangling from behind. Then I put on my boxershorts 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 firm erection pointed straight ahead and at an angle towards the roof. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleanup madam was washing dishes. She heard me walk in and turned and looked at me. She let out a large 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 normal interpreter, good morning. I sat down on a fecal matter, legs spread apart erect hammer and Lucille Ball aimed in her direction. I had never been this bold and was n't certain of her reaction. She had never seen my putz as gruelling, as long, and throbbing as it was this sunup. Pre cum was seeable and dripping ever so slightly on the kitchen floor.

I motioned her to come over to me, she did, never taking her eyes off of my cock. I had ten ten dollar Federal Reserve note in my mitt and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the same sentence I brought her flop manus over to my enlarged cock. I placed her manus on my erection and wrapped her finger around the cinch of my member.

My cock was hot and hard and her script was cold-blooded but I felt her digit wrap tightly around my erection. She immediately began stroking, almost as if she had done this many metre before, perhaps she had. She felt the headland of my putz as she slid her hand the total distance. She stopped a few times and gave a cold-shoulder squeeze when she got to the base of my dick.


Her stroke was cleric, her calendar method of birth control was perfect tense. 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 dick. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my prick sent touch of pleasure throughout my body. I could only suppose of those fingers that were playing with my cock and testis were the cleanup peeress whose name I don't even know. As she fondled my balls I could see an face of pleasure on her face. My balls must take in felt like eggs in her handwriting and her hand started to feel warmly and sensuous.

At one level I began to thrust my hip almost involuntarily as she stroked my cock with an even regular recurrence. As I was thrusting my coxa she stopped stroking and just held my cock as I was now fucking her hired hand. Shortly thereafter I thrust my consistence forward and held it there and then she continued her stroking. She also took her other hand and felt my ass rubbing both ass cheeks as she stroked. I do n't commemorate how many separatrix it took but the feeling built and I approached the edge wanting to cum but wanting her stroking to last forever. The shaft of light of my penis would bounce up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my stopcock leap 5 or 6 column inch and then settle back at a nearly 45 academic degree slant waiting for her hand to return. She then would again twine her finger's breadth around my dick and slowly began another series of cam stroke. I could n't go for back my head rolled back and my cock shuddered as I let out a immense groan and I began to spurt the large, fullest load I ever remember. I can't recall the issue of spurts of cum I shot but the spasms were uncorrectable. I felt tingling throughout my soundbox. The hot burden covered her handwriting and flowed out over the kitchen floor. As I groaned in pleasure her center were wide open viewing the head of my turncock and it's flowing seminal fluid. As I was cumming she wrapped her other handwriting around my balls and gently squeezed them. She stopped and gave me a strange feeling then looked at her hand and the level and finally back to my deflating hammer. She managed a slight smile and got some paper towels cleaning her manus, the floor, and finally my cock. Gently she wiped the head of my peter until it was almost dry but still oozing some fluid. She then reached over and snaffle my cock and balls and gave them a gentle squeeze with a grinning on her expression. I put the hundred dollars in her hand and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her pocketbook and continued her cleanse duties while I retired upstairs to shower down and groom for work. Some clock 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 cheerio and thanks for the money ! I had no idea what the future visit would mean .