We had a cleaning lady come to our house every former Friday and she worked about 5 hours cleaning our firm. Her routine was dewy-eyed. She would arrive about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a full sized van that had about 6 early ladies that were driven to various locations in our suburban domain. She had a key to our home so she let herself in and proceeded to do her chores in an orderly manor. She was plain looking and usually wore a hoary house dress. She had an average trope at about 5 feet 5 inches tall. She spoke very little English and understood less. Her age was mid 40's.

At beginning I ignored her mien since I was getting ready to go to work about the Saami time. I had a reasonably easy job schedule, I didn't punch a clip clock and could stay fresh my own 60 minutes. I was give up to come up and go to the office at any time.

One Friday dayspring I heard her open the presence doorway and come in to set forth her cleaning routine. I had cypher at work scheduled until after lunch and having been out the night before for dinner I thought I'd eternal rest in and head for the office after lunch. My wife worked a normal docket and was off to her job every morning time by 8:30. Today was no exclusion. She rose from bed and began to get ready for work. By 8:25 she said au revoir drove off to her job.

The cleaning lady was still on the first floor of our house as I got up from our bed on the arcsecond storey. I slipped off my pj's and put on my robe. This is not the foresightful fluffy bathrobe, this is a flimsy short thin textile robe that came down to my knees. It was also not big and scarce fit around my waist. So completely au naturel, wearing only this tenuous robe I strode downstairs to the keep way to sit and read the daybreak report. The cleaning lady hardly noticed me because there were prison term when I didn't leave for employment until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a lowly chairperson in our living room and opened the newspaper publisher, I spread my legs open which easily exposed my cock and bollock through the open front of my robe. The chair was facing the kitchen and the cleaning madam was in the kitchen dusting and washing and cleaning. From sentence to sentence she would take the air from the kitchen to the dining room. When she did this the first time, her eyes glanced in my direction. What she saw was me, in my robe reading the newspaper publisher. In plus she saw my pegleg spread apart and my cock and formal at residue in to the full view. She froze in her tracks. I observed her formulation from the bound of the paper I held up so it looked like I was reading the theme and not aware of my scupper openness. I was of course aware of it and it gave me bang and feeling that she was looking at my cock and balls she stopped and was staring. I began to have a low erection which she also noticed. I had a bit of pre-cum dripping out the head of my cock. She continued her cleaning duties, but would intermit occasionally to observe my overtone nakedness. This was the initiative academic session and trivial became of it as I was just testing the weewee and was looking forward the moment session with progress plans.


The next visit of the cleaning noblewoman was two weeks after the for the first time one and I was more prepared. I had a few programme to accomplish. First I did the same subroutine with the newspaper, sitting in the president facing the kitchen, stark naked with a flimsy robe panoptic open exposing my turncock 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 full frontal nudity view. I walked around the kitchen getting a glass of juice and piece of toast all the while providing her with glances of tool and balls swinging loosely from my receptive robe. When it came clip for her to go up the stairs to clean the sleeping room, I followed.

Her unvarying glances at my open robe assured me she was getting a good vista. Whether she enjoyed it or not I don't know. I was enjoying the exposing and flashing. I was occasionally begin to have an hard-on, small but it was obtrusive and she was aware of it.

At one dot she was cleaning the lavatory and I decided it was time to shower. I took off the robe and wrapped a small towel around my waist. This towel was so pocket-size it couldn't cover my stopcock and balls and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a small commode when I went in to the can and I made a gesture that I wanted to shower. She looked me up and down and was totally aware of my almost complete nakedness. She left the bathroom and I turned on the cascade for a abbreviated bit pretended to shower and then opened the door with the towel hanging from my waist making sure I was giving her a soundly view of cock, clump and ass. She indeed looked me over to a greater extent than once. An erecting rose almost immediately.

I decided to summarize my airs in my tenuous robe on the hot seat in the living room. The hullabaloo of the cascade view caused a beneficial sized erection which I had to attend to. While the cleaning peeress was in the kitchen I began stroking my rooster and it rose to the occasion. It was interesting because at any present moment she could walk into the dining room and see the activity of me stroking my cock. She didn't and shortly I let go with a huge shipment and assuagement from the intimate urgings. This caused me to retire to our on a higher floor bathroom and strip up. I decided to decorate and lead for the situation. I came down in my courting and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleanup lady was a little startled seeing me in my body of work clothing since recently it had been assorted glances of my turncock, formal and ass. I handed her a ten dollar vizor, she replied with a thank you for the money in let on English.

Several Fridays later I stretched my photograph to the cleaning lady. On one occasion we had a new front door installed and that meant new whorl and cay. The first off Friday the cleaning lady came I made for certain the door was open because I knew her key would not work. After she came in and started cleaning and after my wife went to puzzle out 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 time I wore a different robe ( defenseless underneath of track ) which was longer and more fluffy like a bathroom gown should be. However I opened up the figurehead of the gown about 8 or 9 inch and exposed my cock and clump with full-of-the-moon frontal nudeness. I was trying to explain the permutation in keys so I could get the old key and she could have the new breast room access key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the fully head-on nudity and my cock and balls. She looked up and down and stopped and fixed her centre 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 of me and it landed between my ft. It seems the tradition is Eastern Europe that a womanhood is somewhat submissive. 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 front end of my trunk inches from my tool. 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 bath"affair again but when I walked out of the john I accidentally let the towel surrender giving her the first wax nude perspective of my organic structure. The initiatory 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 raw with my hammer and glob swinging as I twirled around. I hesitated as she handed me the towel trying to look embarrassed but making sure enough she had a good long view.

This was in the middle of summertime and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my habit after various nude pic I would retire upstairs to my billet and watch porn on my figurer. I was dressed only in my tee shirt exposing my cock and bollock with an angle that when the cleaning peeress came up steps she had an unobstructed sentiment ! fountainhead I was pleased when she turned the street corner coming up the stair and turned my chair so she would ingest a good survey of putz and balls. She walked in and said"electrical energy"in interrupt English. I wasn't sure what she meant but I got up and headed downstairs with her. Again, Eastern European womanhood seem subservient and she followed me down to the cellar and she had a full view 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 circuit breaker had tripped because the automatic washer, dryer, and dehumidifier overloaded the circuit. I looked puzzled and got up on the automatic washer completely exposing my tool and balls. I then bent over with my ass facing her to give her a eyeshot of my open ass and balls from behind. I hesitated and then reset the surf but not before extending my naked cock.

I went back on a higher floor and jerked a good burden off to take over 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 table and she smiled and thanked me.

The next visit by the cleaning noblewoman interested me more than ever. I was trying to believe of what new photo I could descend up with. Then it hit me. I put on the Lapplander old tee shirt that was pocket-size on me that came down to my belly clit and to the crack in my ass and no further. It was the Lapp one I wore when the circle breaker needed to be reset. I then put on a duad of shorts that were very lowly.
When it was time for her to get around 7:30 am I went down and took off the boxershorts and was standing by the front threshold naked from the belly clitoris to my human foot.
I saw the van pull up across the street and the cleansing madam stepped out of the van walking toward our house. I had combed my pubic hair and swung my body from slope to side so my cock and balls were gratis. I then turned to the wall in front line of the door which contained a full length mirror so when she walked in she would hold 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 of me. I then pretended to be startled as I turned and looked directly into her look. She let out a pant and immediately said"sorry"as if she scared me. I turned to give her a full frontal view of my now throbbing cock and hanging clod. She took the vista in and just stood there staring. I turned to give 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 married woman got up and went to solve I again took off my shorts and headed one-half naked down the stair to see the cleansing lady. She was officious in the kitchen so I went there to have a glass of orange succus. We have a little kitchen so I had to manoeuvre around her almost touching her but not quite. My turncock was growing ever so slightly and she surely noticed. As she continued to make clean I followed her around making certainly she got several opinion of my bareness. I started to feel the throbbing in my rooster and made sure she noticed it was growing in size. It was a sexual rush to know she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my cock and testicle and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the basement of a lot of debris and still in my half naked 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 usual full view of cock and balls and sometimes as I turned to show her my ass. Again my cock began to arise and she was sure to notice its increasing sizing. I stayed the entire fourth dimension until the insistency became too great and I went upstairs to watch Sir Thomas More porn and eventually had to jerk my swelling cock with a huge gratifying load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my rooster erection to her but one dawning I was sitting in the chair in the bread and butter room with only my tee shirt on giving the cleaning madam a good perspective of my leg spread apart and cock and globe. I was pretending to be reading the composition and I felt my hammer beginning to grow. I usually didn't want her to see a full erection thinking it might intimidate her but this meter I let it go. My cock climbed straight up to my belly release and was at full moon attention. About this time she walked into the dining room and stopped abruptly staring at my throbbing extremity.

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 phone was gone and asked in broken English people - telephony ? I held it up and said me call, pretending to be waiting for a call. I think she was going to call her post. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some pornography after a short jerking session blasted one of the biggest loads in a yearn fourth dimension. I dressed in my cause and tie, went downstairs ( I still had the telephone set ) 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 twenty dollar bill dollar sign flyer and got a nice thank you for the money !

Finally one Fri I stood one-half naked at the look door at the decreed time ( 7:30 am ) and the doorway opened. The cleaning lady was getting used to the view that greeted her, my brusque tee shirt not quite down to the crack in my ass. My nude ass and cock and balls on exhibit for her. I gave her a abbreviated display swinging my organic structure so my cock and globe would be swaying for her survey. 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 envelope on the storey giving her a sight of my bunghole and testicle 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 firm erection pointed unbent ahead and at an angle towards the cap. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleanup lady was washing bag. 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 large throbbing prick. She never took her eye of off it until I said in a normal vocalisation, good morning time. I sat down on a potty, legs feast apart erect cock and balls 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 heavy, as long, and throbbing as it was this morning. 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 sign billhook in my deal and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the Saami sentence I brought her right hand over to my magnify shaft. I placed her handwriting on my erection and wrapped her fingers around the girth of my penis.

My putz was hot and heavily and her hand was cold but I felt her finger wrap tightly around my hard-on. 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 mitt the total length. She stopped a few times and gave a thin credit crunch when she got to the base of my dick.


Her stroke was divine, her rhythm was perfect. She also ran her index finger's breadth to the tip of my peter where the pre cum was now flowing. She took some of the pre cum and moistened the fountainhead of my peter. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my cock sent feelings of joy throughout my body. I could only think of those fingers that were playing with my cock and Ball were the cleaning Lady whose figure I don't even know. As she fondled my ballock I could see an face of delight on her face. My clod must give felt like eggs in her hand and her deal started to sense strong and sensuous.

At one degree I began to thrust my hips almost involuntarily as she stroked my cock with an even musical rhythm. As I was thrusting my rose hip she stopped stroking and just held my cock as I was now fucking her helping hand. 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 cheeks as she stroked. I do n't think of how many chance event it took but the intuitive feeling built and I approached the edge wanting to cum but wanting her stroking to conclusion forever. The shaft of my penis would bounce up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my turncock bounce 5 or 6 inch and then settle back at a nearly 45 degree angle waiting for her mitt to revert. She then would again roll her finger's breadth around my cock and slowly began another series of strokes. I could n't declare back my nous rolled back and my cock shuddered as I let out a huge groan and I began to spurt the largest, full consignment I ever remember. I can't think of the number of spurts of cum I shot but the spasms were uncontrollable. I felt tingling throughout my body. The hot lode covered her hand and flowed out over the kitchen floor. As I groaned in pleasure her eyes were all-encompassing open viewing the head of my hammer and it's flowing semen. As I was cumming she wrapped her other script around my Lucille Ball and gently squeezed them. She stopped and gave me a strange look then looked at her hand and the storey and finally back to my deflating prick. She managed a little smile and got some theme towels cleaning her hand, 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 cock and clump and gave them a gentle power play with a grin on her cheek. I put the hundred dollar in her hand and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her bag and continued her clean house responsibility while I retired upstairs to shower and dress for work. Some clip 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 legal brief goodbye and thanks for the money ! I had no approximation what the next sojourn would fee-tail .