Trying to juggle college and work is never easy. I’d tried part time jobs on campus but it was too difficult to study and wasn’t enough money. I tried working on the weekends, but that got in the way too. Sometimes I needed to study on Saturday or Sunday. A friend finally referred me to an agency that booked maids. I thought, I know how to clean, how difficult could this be.
The agency was perfect. I could give them my schedule on a weekly basis and they’d book me around that. I could pick and choose exactly how often I wanted to work. Not too bad. My first week was pretty easy. I cleaned a couple of houses and a few apartments. Mostly, no one was ever home. Occasionally, there was an elderly person home who just wanted me to talk to them while I cleaned. No problem.
My second week started with a Tuesday appointment. I piled my supplies into my jeep and headed for the address the agency gave me. When I arrived, I was spell-bound. The house was modern and overlooked the water. With my supplies in hand, I grabbed the key and the temporary access code for the security. Setting my stuff down in the foyer, I found no one was home and I took a little look around. A man definitely lived here. It was very masculine and very modern. The house was huge and wonderful. Returning to the foyer, I picked up my stuff and headed into the living room to start dusting.
Since no one was around, I decided to make myself a little more comfortable. Taking my t-shirt off, I got to work in my bike shorts and sports bra. I turned on the radio for a little background music and started dusting. The furniture was beautiful and the art work expensive. After the living room, I moved to the office. I had expected more clutter but was pleasantly surprised. I moved from room to room, leaving the bedroom for last.
As I entered the master bedroom, I put my stuff down and again looked around. A man’s bedroom. The king size bed dominated the room. The walk-in closets were filled with expensive men’s clothes. The master bath was enormous. The glass and chrome shower looked like it was made for four people and the sunken spa in the corner could have fit a football team. The spa looked out of a corner window to the water. I could have easily lived in that spa.
Picking up my stuff, I dusted the bedroom. When I was finished there, I turned my attention to the bathroom. I was so into what I was doing, I never heard the front door. I was startled when I heard someone enter the bathroom. I looked up over my shoulder and nearly dropped my jaw. The man standing in the door way was nothing less than amazing. Tall, blonde, dark green eyes, tan and built like you wouldn’t believe. His suit was built for his body. I felt weak in the knees.
“You must be the new maid.”
Ok, find your voice.
“Um, yes. I’m Kathy.”
He smiled and looked me over. I realized then that I was in a less than perfect position. My tight bike shorts were hugging my ass, which was up in the air, and my breasts were practically falling out of my sports bra. How to get out of this gracefully.
As I turned again over my shoulder, I watched him walk back into the bedroom, removing his suit jacket. His white shirt was practically see-though and I could see the muscles under it. I shook it off and returned to what I was doing. Trying to get my body under control wasn’t easy. My heart was racing and my body was getting excited. I looked up over my shoulder as I heard the shower water running. I couldn’t believe it. He was naked and getting into the shower. My eyes moved over his hard chest. His stomach was hard. Oh my! His cock was hard. I couldn’t get my eyes off his fully erect massive cock.
With my best effort, I stood slowly, making sure my legs wouldn’t fall out from under me and walked slowly by the shower to the bedroom. I tried not to look into the shower as I passed, but it was so damn difficult. This man was amazing.
In the bedroom, I tried to focus on my job. I saw his suit laying out on the bed. Picking it up, I walked to the closet and hung it up. As I closed the closet door, I turned around and there he was. Standing just inside the bedroom, water dripping off his naked body, his cock at full attention. I felt my body ignite.
“So, are you almost finished?”
What? Oh, he was talking to me.
“Um, yes.... just the kitchen’s left and vacuuming.”
He smiled and looked over me again. I noticed his cock twitched. Oh god!
“Do you ever do more than just clean for your clients?”
Again, I wasn’t sure what to say.
“More?”
“Do you ever do your clients?”
My jaw must have dropped. I’m sure of it. I felt my body go up a thousand degrees and was sure I would burst into flames.
