Since getting divorced a couple of years back, my ex said I was perverted after she found a link to some of my favourite videos from an online porn site, I have enjoyed a sedate single life. At 34, five foot eleven and with only a slight paunch my few friends say I should have a girlfriend by now. But I work from home, and not being one for socialising, other than the occasional trip to the pub with said friends, I haven't had much opportunity to meet some-one else.
After what happened last week, I don't think that will be a problem any longer.
Living on my own I am more than capable of looking after myself, but I do have a cleaner, Kate, come in once a week to tidy the house. She is quite cute, and we always have a laugh or two when she comes in. I have thought about asking her out, but it would be really awkward if she said no, and I would hate to lose her friendship. On her last visit she told me she was going away for three weeks, but not to worry as a friend would cover for her.
"You'll like Stephanie." She told me. "You have quite a bit in common." How right she was. Occasionally I nip out to the shops when Kate is cleaning, the spare bedroom is my an office, but I can't concentrate when she is vacuuming in the flat. It turned out she had been nosing around on my computer - single life makes you very lax at clearing browsing histories it turns out - on one of these days, and must have found my interest for water sports.
The next week her friend, Stephanie arrived on time. She is in her early thirties, an inch or so shorter than me, with a good figure, long auburn hair and amazing green eyes. She wore tight blue jeans and an equally tight t-shirt that left little to the imagination. I could barely take my eyes off her.
I found myself making excuses to pop in to each room she happened to be in, just to grab a sweater, or check a reference in a book I happened to leave in the bedroom, or some other flimsy excuse. I wasn't proud of myself, but she didn't seem to mind.
In fact, as she was leaving she turned to me with a smile. "Kate said you were a nice guy." I felt quite flattered. "Next week I think I will have a little surprise for you." Then she gave me a peck on the cheek and left. I don't mind admitting I was a little dumbfounded and considerably aroused.
The following week Stephanie turned up promptly at two o'clock. She wore another tight top, this one cut to show her midriff, and a short pale green cotton skirt that stopped half way down her firm thighs. Before starting work, she opened up her bag and produced a 2-lt. bottle of cider. "Get a couple of glasses," she smiled.
As she worked, with me following her around less subtly this time, we polished off most of the bottle. She couldn't have helped noticing the bulge stretching my trousers as she paraded round flashing every bit of flesh she could. She must have known when she bent over I could glimpse her small white panties too, because she made a point of turning to look at me each time.
The last room she did was the bathroom. This time however she shut the door locking me out. I was a bit annoyed at first, but assumed she maybe wanted to use the loo first, so not wanting to look like a perv hangin around outside, I went back to my study.
After a while the cider began to catch up with me. I went back to the bathroom, feeling sure she must have finished up in there by now and knocked on the door.
"What do you want?" She asked.
"Are you going to be long? Only I need the loo." I called through the door.
