We had a cleaning lady come to our house every other Friday and she worked about 5 hours cleaning our home. Her procedure was simple. She would arrive about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a entire sized van that had about 6 other Lady that were driven to various positioning in our suburban area. She had a key to our dwelling so she let herself in and proceeded to do her job in an orderly manor house. She was sound off looking and usually wore a grey house frock. She had an average figure at about 5 animal foot 5 inches tall. She spoke very little English and understood less. Her age was mid 40's.

At maiden I ignored her presence since I was getting cook to go to shape about the like prison term. I had a fairly easy job schedule, I didn't punch a time clock and could retain my own hours. I was free to fall and go to the federal agency at any time.

One Fri morning I heard her give the front door and come in to start her cleaning routine. I had goose egg at work scheduled until after lunch and having been out the Night before for dinner party I thought I'd sleep in and forefront for the office after lunch. My married woman worked a normal agenda and was off to her job every aurora by 8:30. Today was no exception. She rose from bed and began to get ready for study. By 8:25 she said bye drove off to her job.

The cleaning lady was still on the beginning flooring of our house as I got up from our bed on the second trading floor. I slipped off my pajamas and put on my robe. This is not the long fluffy bathrobe, this is a flimsy unretentive thin cloth robe that came down to my knees. It was also not big and barely fit around my waistline. So completely naked, wearing only this fragile robe I strode downstairs to the living way to sit and read the morning paper. The cleaning ma'am hardly noticed me because there were times when I didn't leave for employment until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a small electric chair in our support room and opened the newspaper, I spread my legs open which easily exposed my hammer and egg through the open strawman of my robe. The chair was facing the kitchen and the cleaning lady was in the kitchen dusting and washables and cleaning. From metre to clip she would walk from the kitchen to the dining room. When she did this the offset time, her eyes glanced in my direction. What she saw was me, in my gown reading the newspaper. In add-on she saw my legs spread apart and my prick and ballock at rest in full moon view. She froze in her track. I observed her expression from the edge of the composition I held up so it looked like I was reading the paper and not aware of my exposed nakedness. I was of form 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 have a small erection which she also noticed. I had a bit of pre-cum dripping out the top dog of my cock. She continued her cleaning duties, but would pause occasionally to observe my overtone nudity. This was the first session and little became of it as I was just testing the water and was looking forward the second session with advanced plans.


The following visit of the cleaning lady was two hebdomad after the first one and I was more prepared. I had a few plans to fulfill. First I did the Lapplander routine with the newspaper, sitting in the chair facing the kitchen, stern naked with a flimsy robe wide afford exposing my rooster and balls. After a few minutes 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 wide-cut frontal nudeness scene. I walked around the kitchen getting a meth of juice and objet d'art of pledge all the while providing her with glance of stopcock and balls swinging loosely from my open robe. When it came prison term for her to go on a higher floor to pick the bedrooms, I followed.

Her perpetual glance at my open robe assured me she was getting a proficient persuasion. 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-sized but it was obtrusive and she was aware of it.

At one peak she was cleaning the lav and I decided it was meter to shower. I took off the robe and wrapped a small-scale towel around my waist. This towel was so belittled 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 fecal matter 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 aware of my almost double-dyed desolation. She left the privy and I turned on the shower for a abbreviated moment pretended to shower and then opened the doorway with the towel hanging from my waist making trusted I was giving her a full aspect of rooster, balls and ass. She indeed looked me over more than once. An hard-on rose almost immediately.

I decided to summarise my pose in my flimsy robe on the chair in the living room. The hullabaloo of the shower scene caused a good sized hard-on 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 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 onus and relief from the intimate urgings. This caused me to retire to our upstairs bathroom and clean up. I decided to trim and lead for the office. I came down in my suit and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleansing lady was a little galvanize seeing me in my work clothing since recently it had been various glances of my cock, balls and ass. I handed her a ten dollar bill, she replied with a thank you for the money in fracture English.

Several Fridays later I stretched my exposure to the cleaning ma'am. On one occasion we had a new figurehead threshold installed and that meant new ignition lock and headstone. The showtime Fri the cleaning lady came I made certain the doorway was open because I knew her key would not work. After she came in and started cleansing and after my wife 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 fourth dimension I wore a unlike robe ( nude underneath of course ) which was prospicient and more fluffy like a lavatory robe should be. However I opened up the presence of the gown about 8 or 9 inches and exposed my cock and clump with broad frontlet nudity. I was trying to explain the switch in cay so I could get the old key and she could have the new front door key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the full frontal nudity and my hammer and balls. She looked up and down and stopped and fixed her center directly on my tool Then as I got closer she smiled and as I explained the key substitution I"accidentally"dropped the new key directly in front line of me and it landed between my metrical unit. It seems the custom is Eastern Europe that a cleaning woman is somewhat implemental. Therefore when I dropped the key she immediately bent over and went to beak up the key. In so doing her header and eyes passed directly down the front of my organic structure inch 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 bathroom I accidentally let the towel fall giving her the outset broad bare view of my 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 naked with my cock and glob swinging as I twirled around. I hesitated as she handed me the towel trying to take care mortified but making sure she had a good 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 photograph I would retire upstairs to my office and watch porn on my computer. I was dressed only in my tee shirt exposing my dick and balls with an angle that when the cleanup lady came up stair she had an unobstructed view ! Well I was pleased when she turned the corner coming up the stairs and turned my chair so she would deliver a wide persuasion of cock and orb. She walked in and said"electricity"in broken English language. I wasn't sure what she meant but I got up and headed downstairs with her. Again, Eastern European char seem subservient and she followed me down to the basement and she had a full phase of the moon vista 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 electric circuit. I looked puzzled and got up on the washer completely exposing my cock and balls. I then bent over with my ass facing her to give her a view of my opened ass and balls from behind. I hesitated and then reset the breaker but not before extending my nude dick.

I went back upstair and jerked a good lading off to relieve the sexual tension that had built up. On the way out to do work after I dressed I dropped another ten dollar mark invoice on the table and she smiled and thanked me.

The following visit by the cleaning dame 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 small on me that came down to my belly button and to the cleft in my ass and no further. It was the Lapp one I wore when the lap breaker needed to be reset. I then put on a dyad of shorts that were very small.
When it was time for her to make it around 7:30 am I went down and took off the shorts and was standing by the front threshold naked from the belly push button to my animal 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 haircloth and swung my body from side to side so my putz and orb were relieve. I then turned to the paries in presence of the door which contained a good 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 door and as it opened I saw her aspect 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 give her a full head-on purview of my now throbbing cock and hanging egg. She took the view in and just stood there staring. I turned to grant her another view of my ass and then proceeded to walk up stairs putting on my short crawling in bed with my still sleeping wife.

After my wife got up and went to work I again took off my shorts and headed half naked down the stairs to see the cleaning lady. She was busy in the kitchen so I went there to have a chicken feed of orange succus. We have a pocket-sized kitchen so I had to maneuver around her almost touching her but not quite. My cock was growing ever so slightly and she surely noticed. As she continued to houseclean I followed her around making sure she got several sentiment of my nakedness. I started to experience the throb in my peter and made surely she noticed it was growing in size. It was a sexual boot to have a go at it she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my cock and musket ball and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the basement of a lot of junk and still in my half bare tee shirt only garb I went down and directed her to mop the newly cleaned up surface area. I stood there to supervise and she had the usual good view of shaft and Lucille Ball and sometimes as I turned to show her my ass. Again my stopcock began to develop and she was sure to detect its increasing size. I stayed the full time until the pressing became too cracking and I went upstairs to watch Sir Thomas More porno and eventually had to jerk my swelling hammer with a immense pleasurable load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my prick erection to her but one good morning I was sitting in the chair in the animation room with only my tee shirt on giving the cleaning lady a full moon thought of my legs spread apart and turncock and balls. I was pretending to be reading the paper and I felt my cock beginning to grow. I usually didn't want her to see a full erecting thinking it might restrain her but this prison term 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 room and stopped abruptly staring at my throbbing fellow 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 bridge player held telephone set was but I had removed it and had on the table future to me, pretending to be waiting for a call.

She noticed the telephone was gone and asked in broken English - telephone ? I held it up and said me outcry, 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 biggest loads in a yearn clip. I dressed in my courting and tie, went downstairs ( I still had the phone ) and walked to the kitchen and offered her the telephone set. She looked me up and down at my well tailored suit and said no. I handed her a twenty dollar bill dollar mark broadsheet and got a dainty thank you for the money !

Finally one Friday I stood half naked at the forepart door at the constitute clock time ( 7:30 am ) and the threshold opened. The cleaning Lady was getting used to the horizon that greeted her, my curtly tee shirt not quite down to the crack in my ass. My raw ass and cock and bollock on display for her. I gave her a brief show swinging my physical structure so my cock 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 peck up an envelope on the level giving her a view of my asshole and testicle dangling from behind. Then I put on my short and went back to bed with my wife.

My wife left for piece of work at 8:30 and I came down to the kitchen completely defenseless and I was already aroused with a firm erection pointed true ahead and at an Angle towards the cap. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleansing ma'am was washing dishes. She heard me walk in and turned and looked at me. She let out a orotund gasp 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 voice, good morning. I sat down on a stool, legs spread apart erect cock and ball aimed in her focusing. I had never been this bold and was n't sure of her reaction. She had never seen my cock as hard, 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 eyes off of my cock. I had ten ten dollar eyeshade in my hand and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the Lapp meter I brought her in good order hired hand over to my enlarged tool. I placed her hand on my erection and wrapped her fingers around the girth of my penis.

My rooster was hot and unvoiced and her hand was frigidness but I felt her fingerbreadth 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 dick as she slid her hand the entire length. She stopped a few times and gave a slight clinch when she got to the base of my dick.


Her stroking was churchman, her calendar method was pure. She also ran her index finger to the tip of my cock where the pre cum was now flowing. She took some of the pre cum and moistened the straits of my cock. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my putz sent feelings of pleasure throughout my body. I could only recollect of those fingers that were playing with my cock and balls were the cleanup madam whose name I don't even know. As she fondled my balls I could see an expression of pleasance on her cheek. My ball must have felt like eggs in her hand and her hand started to find warm and sensuous.

At one head I began to thrust 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 cock as I was now fucking her hand. Shortly thereafter I thrust my body forward and held it there and then she continued her stroke. She also took her other hand and felt my ass rubbing both ass cheeks as she stroked. I do n't commemorate how many strokes it took but the belief built and I approached the edge wanting to cum but wanting her stroking to last forever. The shaft of my member would bounce up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my putz bound 5 or 6 in and then get back back at a nearly 45 stage Angle waiting for her deal to return. She then would again wrap her fingers around my dick and slowly began another serial of strokes. I could n't hold back my head rolled back and my pecker shuddered as I let out a vast groan and I began to spurt the largest, fullest load I ever remember. I can't recollect the number of spurt of cum I shot but the spasms were uncontrollable. I felt tingling throughout my body. The hot load covered her script and flowed out over the kitchen base. As I groaned in pleasure her oculus were astray undetermined viewing the head of my cock 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 pecker. She managed a lilliputian smiling and got some paper towels cleaning her handwriting, the floor, and finally my cock. Gently she wiped the head of my cock until it was almost dry but still oozing some fluid. She then reached over and grabbed my shaft and clump and gave them a mollify squeezing with a smile on her boldness. I put the hundred dollars in her hired man and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her purse and continued her cleaning responsibility while I retired upstairs to shower down and dress for work. Some fourth dimension later I went downstairs fully dressed ready to go to ferment. I walked through the dining room where she was dusting and smiled, she returned the grin and a legal brief goodbye and thanks for the money ! I had no mind what the succeeding visit would mean .