When I saw the notice on the market bulletin board, "College Girl Cleans Houses-- Responsible, Thorough and Fast" I impulsively wrote down the number. It's surprising how an idea hits you. I live alone in a small cabin in the woods, but I'm always so busy on my writing projects and gardening that I don't keep up with cleaning as well as I should. So when I saw the notice, I said, "Why not?"
When I got home, I called her number, obviously a cell phone, and told her I saw her notice and was looking for someone to clean. She told me her name was Vicki and charged fifteen bucks an hour. Her voice was perky on the phone and when she said, "I take morning classes and can come over any afternoon so how about I come over at 4 to take a look," I was impressed with how she took control and handled herself. She seemed confident and organized.
I gave her directions and, of course, straightened up a little before she arrived so she wouldn't think I was a total slob. She pulled up in my driveway at four on the button. When I opened the door, she said, "Hi, I'm Vicki." She reached out to shake my hand.
"I'm Thom. Thanks for coming over so quickly." As we shook hands, I was stunned by how gorgeous she was. I didn't expect that the person who might clean my house would be such a knock out. While she walked around and checked the place out, I was checking her out.
"Cool place," she said. "I like all the wood." She walked ahead of me and I couldn't keep my eyes off her round ass in her tight jeans. I could not believe how sexy she looked. She wore a yellow tank top, cut low in the front. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra because not only did her nipples show, but her cleavage did too. She was small, maybe five feet three or four but she had big tits and clearly liked to show off her body. She had long dark hair, tied in pig-tails that made her look like an innocent teen-ager. She walked into the bathroom, then into the kitchen area taking everything in. I showed her my little office and then my bedroom at the other end of the cabin.
"Nice place," she said, looking up at me. "It'll take four or five hours the first time, then maybe two or three after that." She went to the window in my dining area and looked out at the trees around the cabin and the bird feeders at my window. "This is really a cool place, Thom," she said, turning to me. "I like how it feels here."
She caught me looking at her tits and smiled but didn't say anything. "So you're a writer," she said, "What do you write?"
"Novels for young adults, poetry and I have a column for an education magazine," I said, trying to get my mind off of her body.
"Cool," she answered and smiled, looking me in the eyes. "You seem like an interesting guy," she added. "I think I'm going to like working for you."
"So, what are you majoring in at college?" I asked.
"Right now I'm a Theater Major and want to be an actress, but I'm taking English as a minor in case I want to teach."
After an awkward silence in which we just stood and looked at each other, she asked how old I was.
"I told her I was 62"
"I'm twenty-five," she told me without my asking. "I traveled for a few years before college and worked to save money." She paused and said, "By the way, you look great for your age. I love gray hair and I have a thing for older men." She looked me in the eyes when she said that and smiled.
She then looked at her watch and said, "I better get going. I can come back on Saturday morning to clean, if that works for you—say about nine."
"Fine," I said, and walked her to the door. When she walked down the path to her car, I couldn't take my eyes off her round ass and how her hips swayed as she walked. Half way to her car, she turned, smiled and waved at me. The way she looked at me suggested she knew I liked what I was seeing and she liked showing it to me. There was a definite sexual tension between us. Her comment about older men intrigued me.
Though the thought of fucking her entered my mind, I also realized she was ten years younger than my daughter and decided I would keep this a working relationship. I couldn't let anything happen because of the age difference and I didn't want to take advantage of a young girl working her way through college. The thought of being a dirty old man appalled me. I admitted though that she was hot.
When she arrived on Saturday morning at 9 on the dot, she knocked on my screen door and yelled, "I'm here." I let her in and was dazzled by how sexy she looked in a tight pair of low riser cut-off jeans that couldn't have been any shorter or tighter. She wore a white t-shirt and it was obvious she had no bra because, again, her nipples were visible. The shirt was cut to reveal her stomach. Her hair was in a long pony tail that went down passed her shoulders.
"I'm ready for action," she said, looking me in the eyes and smiling suggestively. She then walked to the kitchen sink were she knew I kept the cleaning supplies. The way she said "action," clearly was meant to have sexual connotations. I tried to ignore her double meaning and dismissed the idea that she was flirting with me. When she bent over to get the supplies out from under the sink, her round ass looked so tantalizing I had to turn away, but found myself unable to keep my eyes off of her. I felt my cock get hard looking at her and said, "I'll be in my office if you need anything." I had to get away from her.
Sitting in my chair, staring at my computer, I couldn't get Vicki out of my mind. I was determined to not let anything happen. I didn't want to get involved with a young girl, someone younger than my daughter. I had been divorced for several years and had no sexual relations. I visited Literotica and a few other sites to get sexual relief but never believed I would have a sexy young woman like Vicki in my cabin. Still, I was determined to not have a sexual relationship with someone so young no matter how tempting it would be.
I managed to get down to work and was concentrating on the article I was writing. I heard her moving about but we had no contact for at least two hours. One time she came in and said she was going to take a fifteen minute break and asked if I would like some tea.
"Sure," I said, glancing up at her in my doorway. I couldn't help look at how her tits stretched the tight t-shirt and how her nipples protruded.
"Cool, I'll make some and bring it to you." she said, smiling, noticing I was looking at her tits, even though I glanced away quickly to my computer.
When she came back with my tea, she put the cup on my desk and was standing close to me. Her bare thigh touched my leg. She had her tea cup in her other hand, took a sip and looked down at me over her cup. Our eyes met and she smiled at me.
"Thanks for the tea," I said, her leg still against mine. I turned my chair to face her forcing her to back up a little and lean against my desk. She was still close and I noticed how tight her jeans were on her crotch. "Damn, she's sexy" I said to myself, trying to keep from getting aroused by how close she was and how she was looking at me. Unfortunately I was not successful and saw her look at the bulge in my jeans.
She smiled as she looked at my crotch and knew I had my eyes on her crotch as she leaned on my desk with her legs spread. "Was she opening herself to me on purpose?"Is she teasing me?" I wondered,trying to look away. She took a sip of her tea and said, "Well, I better get back to work." As she left, I looked at her ass in her tight cut-offs and it was all I could do not to leap up and grab her and fuck her on the floor. We both knew we had a shared a very hot moment.
I got back to my article and heard Vicki working on the other side of the cabin. After an hour or so, I got up to stretch and saw her on a small step ladder dusting a shelf. I walked into the room and looked around. "You sure do a thorough job," I said. "This room has never looked so good."
I was standing in back of her next to the ladder as she reached the shelf above her head. She had one leg on the top of the ladder, the other on the step below, causing her ass cheeks to show from under the tight cut-offs. Because of her position on the ladder, her ass was at eye level. I could not believe how round and luscious her ass looked as the seam went into the crack of her ass.
"I'd love to rub my cock against that tight ass," I thought then got upset at myself for allowing myself to be seduced by her body, "I've got to stay away from her before I do something I regret," I said, trying to look away.
"I'm almost done" she said, smiling down at me, our eyes meeting. "This ladder's a little wobbly, would you mind holding it for minute."
I bent over to hold the ladder as she reached to dust the shelf above her head. Being so close to her bare legs and her cut-off jeans being stretched to the splitting point over her round ass was driving me crazy and I felt an erection growing.
"That's it," she said and stepped down from the ladder. When she got to the bottom step, she stumbled and fell against me. I grabbed her arms to steady her but her tits pushed against my chest. As I held her, I looked down and saw her cleavage through her low cut shirt.
"Sorry," she said, as she stepped back. When she bent over to fold and pick up the step ladder, she looked at the bulge in my jeans then looked me in the eyes. She smiled slightly but didn't say anything. I was embarrassed by her knowing the effect she was having on me but tried to ignore what had just happened.
I took the ladder and tried to hide the bulge in my pants as I followed her back to the kitchen, but I was not able to keep my eyes off of her ass as she swayed her hips. "Was she teasing me?" I wondered,again. "Or is this just the way she is?" I didn't know but I was determined not to let my lust for her get out of hand.
After I put the ladder away in the closet and Vicki gathered the cleaning supplies and put them under the sink, she asked, "Mind if I sit a minute before I go. I gave myself a workout today." "Of course not," I said. I have a lazy boy recliner reading chair right in front of my wood stove that allows you to put your legs up. Vicki plopped down with a sigh and stretched her arms above her head causing her T-shirt to strain against her tits. She sat back on the chair and spread her legs revealing her crotch. She closed her eyes a minute then looked up at me obviously enjoying how I was looking at her.
I suddenly realized that Vicki was a cock tease and that she was playing with me. She liked being seductive and getting me to look at her, but she was just teasing me. I didn't say anything and walked back towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. I was trying to ignore her seductive way and determined not to let anything happen. I was also getting angry with her teasing me by the way she dressed and acted, but didn't know what to do. "Damn her, she's driving me crazy and she knows it!" I wondered whether I should end having her work for me before something happened between us.
"So, when would you like me to come back and clean again?" she asked.
I looked down at her on my chair-- her legs spread, her jeans tight on her crotch, her tits bulging through her T-shirt.
"I'll call you when I want you to clean again," I said, looking away.
"Oh, I thought I'd come back in two weeks or so. I did a thorough job. The next time shouldn't take so long."
I'm sure you're right," I said. "I need to think about whether I can keep up with it myself or have you back," I lied.
