The continuing story of a now blooming relationship with my cleaning girl. Will it become a full-blown affair?
It had been two weeks since I last seen Sophia, when she came to clean with other motives, brought on by a sexual awaking that I had helped unleash. I had spent a lot of time thinking about that visit and fighting to keep in check urges to continue the intimate part of the relationship. But once you have crossed that line is it even possible to go back?
I wondered if she was having any of these same feelings or has she been able to patch things up with her husband, and maybe decided to move on. Another week went by, and I was starting to try to prepare myself for the possibility of life without her on a sexual level. I would know soon, as I only had one week to wait until I can ask her to come and clean again.
I did not have to wait, the next day I got a text asking me if she could come over in the next couple of days and just talk if nothing else. I replied, but reminded her that she had cleaned for several other people in the neighborhood, and in fact that is how I found her. I reminded her that a lot of them, especially the many widows in the park like to gossip.
She then texted that she could come over and clean the next week as that would be close to a month. I am sure my neighbors do not keep a log of her visits, so I said OK and suggested that next Tuesday would be good for me.
That was 5 days away and I had a hard time keeping from thinking about her original comment "just talk." Well I tried hard not to try to read anything else into to that statement. Like for instance, does she now just want advice on her marriage, after all I suggested that we did not go too far and hoped for her sake that it would work out.
Tuesday came and I made sure I was showered, and even sprayed a little cologne on my chest. But did not dress in any special way, just some casual shorts, boxers and a pull over shirt.
I answered the door and tried to act like this was just a normal cleaning visit. She came in dressed in her normal cleaning clothes, and no sign of any bag containing the special sexy ones she had changed into the last time. I could not help but be a little disappointed.
She suggested that we talk first, and I offered her something to drink, and ended up pouring both of us some ice tea as we went to the living room to sit down. Again she sat down in the chair across from me, bringing back memories of the extremely hot show she had put on for me a month before.
She told me that she has not lost all hope of working things out with her husband but has made little if any progress. She thanked me for suggesting that we did not kiss or make any direct contact on the last visit. She said that was a very kind thing for me to suggest, and for us to have gone further could have made her efforts to work things out much harder. My heart was sinking at the thought I might never again get to enjoy the pleasures, that watching her strip naked and pleasuring herself had given me.
My hopes came back alive as she turned the conversation around and became very open about our past masturbation session. She said that she had to admit that though she had tried to patch things up, she could still not help but to masturbate to the memories of our sex show and imagined that it had gone further. She shocked me as she was very specific about the fact that while masturbating she imagined my hard cock in her mouth and my head between her legs, and that usually triggered an orgasm from the thought of it all.
I opened up to her as well, relating similar jerk sessions I had while thinking of her, and wondered if I would ever get the chance to pleasure her as I know I could.
She once again demonstrated the old saying that actions speak louder than words was surely true by getting on her knees at my feet. She loosened my belt and pulled both my shorts and boxers off, folded them and placed them on the couch next to me. She mentioned that I smelled good enough to gobble up. I was now bottomless, and she was still dressed. That had to change as I reached over and lifted up her top and removed it and revealing a very sexy bra with a heart on one of the cups. I quickly observed that it had a front clasp, I showed her my skills and had it released and off in seconds.
She wasted no time in getting my already semi-erect cock fully hard by stroking it and then licking the shaft and head till I was getting chills down my spine. She seemed to love sucking cock and even tried to swallow it, but started to gag and choke and retreated for a drink of ice tea.
I told her it was my turn, and told her to get out of the rest of her clothes and let me return the favor. I then stood and decided to join her in being naked, and removed my shirt, then gave her a hug skin to skin. I picked her up in my arms, showing her that I was not a weak old man, and I sat her on the couch and got on my knees. I reached for her round young ass cheeks and pulled her forward and lifted her legs up on my shoulders as I dived in to give her some oral stimulation.
