This Chapter is about a guy I see most mornings on my way to work. You don't need to have read any of the other chapters to know what is going, because each chapter is about different guys. Some bits are fact and some are fantasy. The guys are real, but I've changed their names. Also the place where I work is a large department store in England. I've changed the name to York's.
Sylvia
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I leave my house around 8.40 to go to work. My uniform is a white blouse, tight navy skirt, just off my knee, or sometimes a little shorter; depending on how sexy I'm feeling. I wear tights or hold up stockings, usually tan colours, and navy shoes with a 3 inch heel. My breast are a C cup, I have long brunette hair, which I usually clip up for work. My legs always have attracted attention, and I do like showing them off, I always have, and I guess I always will.
Mark drives a big white van, he's a self employed painter and decorator. I see him most mornings, parked a little further down the road from my house. He waits there in his van to pick up one of the guys who works for him. I walk past his van while he sits there. He smiles and nods hello most mornings now, after the real event happened a couple of years ago.
I had been rushing around, and trying to get my son off to school, which isn't easy sometimes. I was thinking about my sister's upcoming birthday party, and a hundred and one other things. I slammed the door shut, and as soon as I did I knew I'd left my keys on the other side. I went through the usual silly bitch thoughts, and stood there for a few moments running through my options. To this day I don't know why I didn't phone my mum, and ask her to bring the spare key, or walk to school and get my son's. I could even have gone to York's and not worried about it until I had finished work for the day.
I walked over to Mark who as usual was sat in his van. I asked him if he could help get me back in my house, using his ladders on the roof of his van. He got out and looked back at my house. I always leave the little window in my bedroom open, and I was hoping he could somehow reach through, open the big one, and then let himself in.
"I'll give it a go," he said.
I prattled on about never locking myself out before, as he sorted his ladders out. I wasn't thinking any sexual thoughts about him at that point, not like I had done in the past.
Anyway he got himself in through my bedroom window after a few minutes, and let me in. I thanked him several times, like you do, and the next day I bought him a box of biscuits.
So this is my fantasy about Mark.
"Hello Mark, I've locked myself out, again."
"Oh dear, not again, okay I'll get my ladder."
I watched his ass as he climbed through the window. I could feel butterflies dancing around in my stomach. He took a little longer than he did the first time this happened, and I knew why.
When he opened the door I could tell by the little sly grin on his face, he had noticed what I had purposely left so he could see it. I blushed and smiled a little.
"You're not working today are you?" he asked, as his grinning eyes wandered to my legs.
My pink knee length coat was done up, but he could see my black fishnet stockings and black high heels, which he must have figured, went with my black PVC maid's outfit, which I had deliberately left hanging on my bedroom door.
"Well, no, but I was just nipping down the corner shop, I'm out of milk. My boyfriend was coming round, but he cancelled just before I came to get you."
"I liked the little dress hanging on your bedroom door."
"Oh," I squirmed, "I forgot it was there."
"I tell you what, I'll go and get some milk, and you can make me a coffee. I'll phone the guy on my next job and tell him I'm going to be late."
I licked my lips and felt the butterflies thrashing the hell out of my stomach.
"Okay, I'd like that."
"Oh, and maybe you could put that dress on?"
"Is that could, or should?" I asked feeling my face reddening even more.
"Should, and I think you should start cleaning up.....have you got that?"
I nodded, feeling my hands tremble at the way he almost spat the words out.
He went off to get the milk as I raced up the stairs, as fast as my 5 inch heels would let me. Shaking fingers fumbled awkwardly with the buttons on my coat and, I took my maid's dress off the hanger and put it on.
When he came back he found me bent on the stairs with a dustpan and brush. The front door shut behind me, and I waited nervously hoping he would like the view. My very short dress wouldn't hide my stocking tops, it wouldn't hide my creamy white thighs with the two black suspender straps, and it wouldn't hide my little lacy white panties, which never had a chance of keeping the globes of my backside from his grey eyes.
"Stay like that," he commanded.
"Yes Sir," I squeaked submissively.
I waited for a hand or something better to make contact with me. I jumped and squealed, as he ran the cold plastic milk container slowly over one ass cheek, and then the other. He dragged it down a little and in between my thighs. I felt the plastic cap run along the crotch of my panties, leaving little cold trails along my hot wet pussy. He rubbed it back and forth for a while, as I held my position with quaking legs.
Finally he took the bottle away.
