1. Vicki Cleans Up


    Date: 11/19/2017, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: RejectReality, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    I asked. “That’s not going too far, I suppose,” she answered while dropping her skirt in the basket. Then she slipped her thumbs beneath the cotton of her panties. I took in a slow breath as she pushed them down. A thin line of hair emerged, culminating in a downward pointing triangle. I certainly didn’t need the arrow to draw my attention. The cotton continued its journey past her thighs, and down her legs. As her panties neared her knees, she had to bend, giving me a fine view of the top of her breasts. Then she stooped down and pushed until the cotton dropped to her ankles. I got my first peek at what the arrow was pointing at when she lifted her foot and twisted it, deftly extracting it from her panties. The next peek was a little longer when she lifted her other foot, bent her knee, and plucked the last garment from her ankle. “Would you like the shoes off or on?” she asked while dropping her panties in the basket. I answered, “On is fine,” but the truth was that having her walking around stark naked in those high heels made her look even sexier. She nodded, and then pulled a long-handled duster from her cart. “Well, let’s start at the top then.” Heels clicking, she strutted across the floor until she was beneath the ceiling fan. I had to moan when she stretched her arm over her head, lifting those magnificent breasts. Her smile broadened at the sound. Vicki moved in a circle beneath the fan, dusting off each blade, and giving me a view of her from every possible ...
    angle. I felt as if I were going to blow the zipper out of my jeans. She glanced my way as she worked – always smiling and seemingly confident in her nudity. “I’m impressed,” she said when she finished with the fan. “The ceiling fan is one of the places where you usually find the lapses in housekeeping.” I said, “My wife actually seems to enjoy cleaning.” “Wife?” she said while walking back to her cart. “Is that a problem?” She shook her head. “Of course not. I’m here to clean, not judge. It could be rather awkward if she came home while I was here, though.” “No chance of that.” “You’re sure?” I nodded and said, “Positive.” The blonde’s smile changed to a crooked, mischievous one while she swapped for a duster with a shorter handle. “Well, I’ll see if I can find anything Mrs. Perfection missed.” “Think I’m getting my money’s worth even if you don’t.” She struck a pose, holding the duster out to her side and said, “Thank you. I aim to please.” She was certainly doing a fine job of that. Running her duster over the lamp and table next to where I sat on the couch didn’t accomplish much. There was little in the way of dust to pick up. What it did accomplish was to make me sigh when she bent to reach the back of the table. Her breasts hung quivering from the motion of her arm, only a few inches away. I could see every bump on her areolas, and it looked as if her nipples were erect. “Well, nothing here,” she said as she straightened. Her eyes brightened and she held up a finger before ...
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