Part Two of: Caught - Cleaning Girl gets a Show
You may want to read Part 1, it gives you some character background and tells you how all this all happened by chance.
Well the day had come, Sophia was coming in the afternoon about three, right after work. I was full of anticipation of her visit, and had to keep my mind busy on other things to keep from fantasizing and ending up with a hard cock in my hand. I had no real reason to think that any kind of sexual act was going to happen between us, but I wanted to be loaded and ready if it did. After all I could always abuse myself after she left.
About 3:15 I heard a knock, and I quickly got up to answer the door. I had spent a lot of time that morning deciding how to dress, kind of like a young boy about to go on his first date. In the past I was usually in some kind of shorts, casual ones you could wear about anywhere in Florida.
I decided that if she was horny. I wanted to show my best feature, and at this age the only thing that fits that bill is my cock, mens penises do not seem to get age spots and have no wrinkles when erect. I chose a almost brand new pair of cotton workout shorts with a elastic band and string for a belt, no underwear, it was hot and I never wear them around the house anyway. They were big enough to not flaunt nor completely hide my manhood. I walked into a light cologne mist, then picked out one of my themed tee shirts I often wear. I let it hang out, I don't have the proverbial beer belly, but am not workout fit, you are not going to find me on the cover of a fit senior magazine.
I opened the door to find Sophia in her work makeup. She had a light coat of ruby red lipstick that would get any philandering husband in trouble if it showed up on his clothes. Don't ask me to describe the rest of her makeup, but it was not heavy, she is far too young to have to hide anything. Her clothes were similar to the ones I had seen in the mirror just a few days ago.
We both exchanged greetings and I noticed she was carrying a somewhat large bag, bigger than a purse. She ask if I minded if she changed into some clothes easier to work in on such a hot day. I was a little bit disappointed as I liked seeing those beautiful legs of hers and always loved seeing a woman in a skirt. I said, "go ahead, get comfortable."
She then ask if I minded if she took a short rinse in the shower, as it had been unusually warm at work and she wanted to cool off. I replied, "go ahead take your time, I have all afternoon, I am retired you know."
She did not close the bedroom door to use the ensuite bathroom she would soon be cleaning. I could hear her in the bedroom and glanced to see her pull off her top and let her skirt drop, but decided to not be a peep, not yet. I then started to visualize her hot naked body in the shower and wonder what kind of clothes she had planned to put on. I hoped it would not be the baggy pants she sometimes wore. I was looking forward to seeing her in maybe some workout shorts, and maybe a light top.
A few minutes later I got more than my wish, not only was it shorts, but micro shorts that she had on, much shorter than I had ever seen Sophia in, they were tight and I did not see any panty lines. Her top was a real shocker too, as it appeared to be the top to a pretty brief bikini and did not cover much of her beautiful young perky breast that until now, I have not had the pleasure of seeing that much of.
I could not help but stare at those young more than ample breast, and I must have frozen for a moment. Seeing me in this state she said, "I have another top I could put on, but this is what I wear at home to work around the house in this heat."
I stuttered when I said, "na..na..no, you know what you are comfortable in." I could not help but say "you look good, you have a nice build and those clothes really accentuates it."
Seeing her dress in such a deliberately sexy way, I could not help but hope this visit would change our relationship. Even if she just wants to tease a old man, that's fine with me, she knows I jerk off and it will just be her in that outfit in my head that I can jerk off to.
She said, "I think I will start with the the living room." I offered to move to a bedroom or the kitchen table, I preferred the kitchen as I could still watch her from there. "No" she replied, "I miss all the conversations I used to have with Lori and sometimes yourself, you know I have no family in this country, and not many close friends here in Florida. I always felt I could tell Lori and you anything, and I often got good advice from the two of you."
I said thanks, "I've never heard that from my children, and faked a laugh," then took a seat on the end of the couch.
She started by dusting the furniture, and I almost had to put a pillow on my lap when she bent down to dust the bottom shelf of the entertainment center, she gave me a view that left little to the imagination. I had a rear view and her pussy was just barely covered.
She moved to the right side of it, and now was leaning towards me as she removed every spec of dust on it. Leaning over allowed her breast to protrude even more than standing, and I continued to exchange small talk with her. I ask her if it was cool enough, my motive was partially to see if lowering it would make her nipples stand up.
In trying to keep the conversation going I took it into a somewhat more personal area, asking her how her husband was doing.
I had no idea what I was about to unleash, she was not very happy with him right now and I figured I better lean back and get comfortable, as she moved to dust the wooden arms and frame of the chair across from the couch.
She started getting personal by telling me that her husband had started drinking again, and this was after what they thought was a successful rehab that his company paid for. He was in the hospitality management field and was managing an ocean front resort. This job required long hours and gave him a lot of opportunities to sneak a quick drink.
She said that he has never slurred his words or stumbled but she hated kissing him when he came home as the alcohol smell was overwhelming. "He did not seem to enjoy any of the sexy outfits I would wear trying to get some reaction from him. A woman likes to be noticed in a sexual way you know, oh, I am sorry, am I getting too personal."
"Noo.. No, as you know I have been around a lot longer than you and have observed this same problem in friends that I have had. For some of them it even ended their marriage. I hated that because some of them wanted me to choose who to remain friends with, and I usually liked both of them."
She paused and hung her head for a moment or two and said "I hope my marriage does not come to that as I think that I am learning to love the sober version of him. But he is eventually going to have to make a choice between me and the booze."
To lighten things up, I said, "you are not alone in not wanting to be with a man that is full of booze."
I then proceeded to tell her about a experience I had, one I remembered mostly as being pretty funny.
"Lori never liked it when I would come home from bowling league with beer on my breath and my clothes wreaking of cigarette smoke. I remember one time after the kids were grown and off on their own, she left an empty clothes basket in the garage by the door with a note on it."
The note said, "Please remove all your smelly clothes, every bit of them and you might get a blow job and maybe even get to fuck somebody when you come to bed, oh, and brush your teeth on your way here."
"Oh, I am sorry I did not think about the foul language and the detail this story contains, I just remembered the humor of it. I will stop."
"No please, you have me hooked, fuck, cunt and cock were some of the first words we learned in English, please continue, you don't see me blushing do you?"
