Let me start by explaining that all of this was the result of chance; none of this was planned. This morning had started out like any other. I awoke well before dawn, and decided to head outside to our screened-in back porch for a smoke, before falling back to sleep.
I opened the door to the back porch to have a cigarette before it got light out. Since it was still dark, I was wearing nothing but my underwear. My wife had already left for work and I figured I was the only one up, but as I opened the door, I could clearly see Angie, our housekeeper, sitting reclined in one of the padded deck chairs, facing away from me.
Angie had previously worked with my wife until she was dismissed for several incidents that involved her hearing impairment. While legal actions were pending, we had taken her in, and in exchange for room and board, Angie was cleaning the house and fixing our meals.
Angie was almost completely deaf, so she didn't hear the sound of the door as I opened it. To my surprise, her bathrobe was open, and she was playing with herself as she sat in the chair. I approached her and could clearly hear the sound of her heavy breathing, so I knew she was enjoying the situation. She must have figured this was okay, since I'm not normally up for another three hours or so. It also made me wonder how many other mornings I might have missed this exact situation.
I watched her for a minute or so, before I couldn't take it any longer. I reached over her shoulders and slid my hands under the sides of her opened bathrobe and squeezed her soft breasts. Angie gave a quick start as I touched her tits, but kept playing with herself. She was at the point where anything that felt good was a bonus, so I continued massaging her boobs for several minutes; squeezing and kneading them in my hands. I occasionally pulled on her nipples, which resulted in a positive grunt, and before long, she was whining softly at her impending orgasm.
Angie's bare feet kicked and her hips bucked wildly, as she came. I squeezed her tits roughly, and Angie finally spoke.
"Oh yes!" she whispered. "Squeeze my titties! Oh God, yes!"
Her back arched a final time, and Angie slowly came down from her orgasmic high. The realization of what had just happened, hit her as I released her boobs and circled around in front of her. Angie clamped her hand over her mouth as she looked at me; terror in her eyes at being caught playing with herself.
Her robe had opened completely, and her tits were fully exposed. Angie was in her mid 30's, so her boobs had softened with age and quivered like two mounds of jelly, as her chest heaved from her heavy panting. Also exposed was her dripping wet cunt, which was framed with an adorable triangular bush of dark brown hair.
I gazed at her nude body for a minute before speaking. Then, I leaned down and grasped her left breast in my right hand, squeezing it as I whispered in her ear.
"You were being naughty." I admonished her in mock displeasure.
"I'm sorry!" Angie whispered in terror. "Please don't tell the Missus! She'll kick me out!"
"It's okay," I whispered soothingly. "I'm not going to tell anyone. The truth is, I like to come out here and do the same thing, myself."
"Really?" Angie inquired, the fear draining from her eyes.
I nodded and smiled.
"Really." I replied. "The problem - until now - is that you've always been in the way. Now, it's my turn. Get up."
I led Angie to the screen door and down the stairs to the concrete patio below. I pulled my underwear down and stepped out of my briefs. Then, I opened her bathrobe and drew it back over her shoulders, before pulling the robe down and off her body.
Angie was now totally nude, and I tossed her robe to one side and began sucking on her tits, one at a time. Her nipples were fully engorged and more than half an inch across; sticking out almost a full inch from her breasts.
"Jerk me off." I instructed, as I began fondling her tits once again.
