It was spring of 1992 and I was just like every other 18 year old high school boy: a virgin and horny. I discovered masturbation about 3 years earlier and I did it at least once each day. I loved the feeling of having my cock in my hand, gently stroking it, squeezing it at different pressures, going from top to bottom, and changing the speed at which I stroked.
But I wanted more. I wanted someone to see me naked. With no girls willing to take me up on the idea, my thoughts turned to a person that I would see every two weeks: the cleaning lady. Karen was in her late 30's with long dark hair and a fit body. I was 18, a hockey player and in the best shape of my life. I knew my cock may not be the biggest she had seen, but I still wanted her to see me.
Every other Thursday I would skip school in the morning to make sure I was in the shower just as Karen would start cleaning the upstairs of our home. After showering, I would always put on my robe, leaving a sliver of an opening at my belt line. I would rub some baby oil on my cock to make it hard and glisten and make it so that the tip poked out of the small opening. The first time I did it I quickly walked past her so the rush of air would open up my robe, exposing myself for her to see. It was such a turn on for me and I grew harder than I had ever been. I glanced down at my rock hard glistening cock and noticed pre-cum oozing from it. I don't know if she saw anything that first encounter, but I was hooked. I wanted Karen to see what I saw. I spent the next 13 days in a horny frenzy coming up with a plan. My plan was simple: I would gradually get more and more adventurous until something happened. What would happen, I wasn't sure and I didn't know if she would tell my Mom, scold me, or take me up on my offering.
Two weeks later, my plan went into motion. Karen showed up at the exact time as she had before. I was just getting out of the shower as she was making her way upstairs. I quickly oiled up my member, loosely put on my robe and slowly walked toward her. I could feel the cool air from our house on my cock as I moved toward her. She was looking down at a cleaning bucket, so I had to get her attention. I decided to say hi and make some small talk. As she glanced up from her bucket she paused at my waist and I knew she had seen my manhood. Our conversation was short but its purpose was served: she saw me.
Over the next month I continued my plan, each time the conversations would last longer and be more frequent at each visit. Often I would play with myself in a room next to the one she was cleaning with the door cracked open just a little bit. Later, I would even talk to her from the next room while I was cumming. Sometimes, I would sit on the stairs with my robe on, my legs open so she couldn't miss a thing. So, far she didn't act as if she was upset with my antics. In fact, she seemed to be more comfortable with seeing me as the days went on.