I was woken up at 9:30 am. Normally, this would have alerted me, but today I knew it was going to happen. It was Thursday and the maids were here to clean the house. Over the years I had gotten to know the owner of the maid service, who also happened to be one of the girls that normally cleaned. Her name was Rene, a tall blonde who always had a look of repressed sorrow in her sky blue eyes. She wasn't the thinnest woman in the world, but she had a healthy look to about her. Her breasts looked as if to be a nice full C-cup and there was little if any sag in them at all. I estimated her age at being close to thirty, but she was actually closer to 25. Rene's skin was tan, and I could tell that there were no tan lines on her breasts. Her skin looked soft and smooth, despite all of the cleaning chemicals that she was around all day. All of her body was enough to get even the most flaccid cock hard. There she was, standing before me in my house.
Rene's clothing was something she always wore while working, a tight tank top and a pair of short shorts. She wore no bra, which made be even more curious to know if she wore any panties at all. Today's tank top was a faded light purple. The tight tank barely contained those beautiful tits. The bottom was short so her mid-rift was exposed. It was tanned just like the rest of her gorgeous body. Her stomach wasn't washboard abs, but it was fairly flat and smooth. Her short shorts were almost nothing at all. They were hip hugging in style and were so short that almost all of her smooth silky thigh was exposed.
I was alone with her after she had finished cleaning the house. Many times we had chatted during the cleaning and a little afterwards. Her tone was sad and being who I am, I wondered why.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's wrong? You sound so down." I asked her.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to bother you, but it's money problems." She said sitting next to me on the couch. Her legs were crossed and she was leaning back giving me an excellent view of her tank cover chest. I had to lean forward to hide a steadily growing erection.
"Money seems to be everyone's problem these days. Is there anything I can do to help you?" I was almost talking at her chest.