Here's how I once changed the entire outlook on sex for a workmate, after his divorce, with the help of an "Old Maid."
Working night-shifts on security was boring as hell, sometimes. It was okay when there was trouble to deal with, but most nights were spent sitting around the guardhouse trying to pass the time. One of the other guards I got along with - a guy named Gary - had a deck of cards with naked girls on the reverse, and when we weren't playing poker we were laying the cards out flat on the guardhouse desk and rating the girls, shuffling the cards around in order of who we'd fuck first. Hilariously, it led to a few faux-heated exchanges as we fought over who gets what girl. He always had a penchant for the darker-skinned beauties in the deck. But anything to relieve the boredom, right?
Gary was an older guy, recently divorced, not bad looking I suppose. I wouldn't really know, to be honest. But he was always presentable at work, and his uniform was always ironed (unlike the rest of us scruffs!). I'd tease the hell out of him during these card sessions, telling him he wouldn't know what to do with half those girls on the cards if he got his hands on them in real life. Even though he'd bark back that he'd run rings around me with them, I could see in his eyes he knew it was true. I felt a bit sorry for him, actually, and hoped to hell I didn't get like that at his age.
I'd met his ex-wife once, back when he was still with her and she'd swung by to pick him up one morning after night-shift. His car was in the shop, and she didn't seem too pleased about being his chauffeur. The flab on her pale arms hung down when she'd stretched her hands impatiently over the steering wheel, casting sour looks in my direction as I'd gone through the change-over with the relief guard (they only needed one for the day shift). He'd confided once it'd been over a year since they'd done it, and he couldn't even remember the last time he'd had a blowjob from her.
Anyway, yeah, Gary's ex was this nasty, pasty bitch who'd given him tonnes of grief right up to their separation. In fact, she'd continued to do so even after she'd moved on with a new man, hassling Gary for his signature on sundry documents. When it was time for the divorce papers to have their turn in the signature lineup, it nearly broke Gary in half, the poor bastard.
Had to hand it to him, though, he did his best to keep it together. And like I said, I got along with him because he was a genuinely nice guy. When my own car finally conked out, Gary insisted on dropping me off home anytime we shared shifts. Honestly, it really was a pain in the ass to get home without wheels, so I was pretty grateful to him for it, especially since I tease him so much.
Naya, my girlfriend, appreciated it, too. Because she worked days and I did nights, we didn't see too much of each other, so getting back in time before she headed out was a bonus for us while I saved for a new car.
By this stage we'd been going out for a couple of years, having met when she'd turned eighteen and could hit the clubs. At thirty years of age, I'd started getting over the club scene and was considering dialling it back a lot, but thankfully I hadn't that particular weekend. The good thing about having a 21 year old girlfriend was that she was always up for a fuck. Couldn't imagine being stuck in a sexless marriage like old Gary had been.
In fact, it was Naya that told me Gary's good-looking. Like I said, I wouldn't have had a clue, but Naya likes older guys (ergo why we're together despite the ten year age gap) and reckons girls like older guys like Gary, with his receding hairline and crow's feet. Makes him seem experienced and mature, she said.
Our age-gap got brought up a lot, actually, but usually in our foreplay. The fact that I had ten years on her turned Naya on. Had a kind of daddy complex, of sorts. So she'd mention a lot when we made out, or when I'd be in my security uniform and she'd lay naked across me whilst I fingered her. The uniform really did it for her, and in turn she'd buy costumes online to wear for me.
Naya had this one outfit which was a sexy maid costume. There was very little to it, but it was undeniably the French maid of fantasies, complete with the white ruffle headpiece and the lace apron. The black dress beneath was tiny, barely covering her ass, made from a sheer material to show the curves of her body beneath. I say dress, but it was more like a skirt, because it was basically backless. It was fucking glorious. It came with a ruffled garter she'd snap into place on her thigh. Because she was Indonesian, the contrast of the white garter on her brown thigh would have me salivating almost more than the curve of her ass cheeks peeking out from beneath the black dress. The best bit, though, was that the front of the dress was like the back, completely open, and the lacy ivory apron revealed her perfect tits underneath. Naya's nipples were dark, like two choc-drops delicately placed in the centre of each robust boob. There was no hiding them behind that lace apron.
Most weeks I had Thursday and Friday nights off, and I'd convince Naya to surprise me with one of her outfits for one of my nights off. Sometimes she'd do it surreptitiously, and I'd be caught off-guard in the middle of making dinner or something, turning to find her dressed like a sexy bunny or a schoolgirl. But for this particular night I'm about to tell you of, I specifically requested the maid uniform. I hadn't seen it donned for a while and was in the mood for some lace and ruffle.
I was watching TV, deliberately ignoring Naya. That was her cue, she knew, and slipped off to the bedroom to get changed. It was part of the game, treating her as staff whilst I just relaxed. When she emerged I couldn't help but look her up and down. I tried not to, as it was my part to play the detached employer, but man did she look good. She'd donned a pair of shiny black pumps, Louboutin's I think (the undersides were red), which rounded her calves deliciously.
Naya strutted across the lounge whilst I returned my gaze to the television, sneaking glances at her as she made out she was cleaning the house. She even went and got the vacuum cleaner and started it up, drowning the noise of the TV. She hadn't done that before, and when I saw her sly smile I knew what was expected of me.
"Turn it off!" I demanded. "Trying to watch TV here."
She pretended not to have heard, aiming the hose of the vacuum under the TV cabinet, bending at the waist so the dress rode up over her back and exposed her ass. A thin strap of black thong cleaved her ass cheeks, barely covering her chocolate starfish.
I stood and strode across, slapping her ass to get her attention.
Naya shot upright, her mouth forming an O. Naya had thick lips, and when she puckered them it made them even plumper. It was all I could not to run my thumb across them and delight in their softness.
Instead, I snatched the vacuum hose from her and ran the end up the back of her thigh, sucking her flesh into the hole. She gave a yelp and jumped aside before the suction reached her ass and either pulled on the dress or tore her thong off.
Even over the whir of the vacuum's engine we heard the rap on the kitchen door, the one visitors used most.
Naya's eyes went wide with alarm, and when I called out I'd be there in just a moment, Naya dashed for the bedroom to hide. I was right behind her.
"Don't change," I demanded.
"But someone's at the door," she said, eyes like saucers in the gloom of the bedroom.
She snatched a bathrobe off the back of the door, so I pulled it from her grasp.
"Hey!" she protested, trying to keep her voice down as though she didn't want to attract the attention of our visitor, even though I'd yet to answer the door.
"I'm serious," I said sternly. "New rules tonight. You stay dressed like this, and after twenty minutes come out and start dusting."
Naya shook her head, saying "nuh-uh."
Another knock on the door.
"Hold on a second," I called, craning my neck toward the lounge. Then to Naya I said: "Babe, this'll be fun. Promise."
We'd talked about fantasies before, idly rattling off a list of things we were curious about but had never - and might never - try. Whilst I've been curious about fucking Naya in front of strangers, she'd always got off on the idea of performing for them, too, in her own way. She said she liked the idea of other men watching her. No-one in particular, just the idea she was so desirable o men that they couldn't help but spy on her while she showered or masturbated or something.
"You'll owe me," she said firmly.
