Passionate Cleaners

"Hello? This is Tessa from Passionate Cleaners?" I said loudly after knocking on the door a second time without anyone answering yet.

I was about to knock a third and final time when the door suddenly flung open and I saw an older, stocky woman look like she was about to sprint right through me. She seemed surprised to see me because she suddenly stopped, put her hand over her heart, and closed her eyes.

"Oh my stars, I completely forgot. Listen hunny, I need to run but feel free to go in and start cleaning. My son is around, but he shouldn't bother you. Thanks baby," she said before rushing past me to her car, leaving the front door open.

I definitely never encountered something like that before. Shrugging my shoulders, I picked up my cleaning supplies and walked into the house, grateful to get out of the hot summer sun. Sadly, the house wasn't that much cooler inside. Of course, I had to clean a house without air conditioning on a hot day like this. At least I was well dressed for the weather. The company t-shirt that I had on was light and breezy and paired with denim shorts that left most of my legs bare, my uniform kept me as cool as possible.

After giving myself a quick tour of the main floor, I decided to get straight to work. I pulled my long, wavy red hair behind my head and tied it into a ponytail before I grabbed the vacuum and found a spare power outlet. Within just a few minutes, I put myself in a rhythm of cleaning and it helped to distract me from how hot it was.

To be honest, I hated this job, but it paid surprisingly well and I needed the money since I was a broke college student. I wanted to move out of my house and get my own campus apartment, but my parents couldn't afford anything like that. So I had to make enough money myself during the summer to pay for it. It felt like I didn't have a summer break at all so far, but at least I would finally get some independence once school started back up.

While the job was tough, I was in good shape and had youthful energy that allowed me to work quickly. I was on the badminton team and the endless practices not only kept my body slim but also gave me excellent stamina. I often finished jobs well ahead of time, which was great since I was paid per job and not per hour. Besides, as hard as I worked, it wasn't nearly as tiring as a two-a-day practice. The quicker I finished, the sooner I could go back home and sit under an air conditioner with my current favorite book. Just thinking about it made me feel slightly cooler.

I was about to finish vacuuming the living room when it suddenly felt like I bumped into someone. I turned off the vacuum and turned around to apologize to who I could only imagine was the son when my jaw dropped from awe. This guy's physique was incredible!

His back was still facing me, but he easily towered over my 5'3" height and his chocolate body seemed to be meticulously sculpted. He wore a simple t-shirt, but I could still easily make out his broad, well-muscled shoulders and his wide back looked just as strong. Hell, even his legs were thick and seemed to be packed with muscle. When he finally turned around, I physically gulped when I got to see the rest of his body.

His shirt was so tight that I swore I could make out impressive abs as the cotton molded around them. His arms were thick and the sleeves of his t-shirt seemed to barely contain his bulging biceps. Even just his triceps seemed too big for the shirt. My eyes darted to his large chest and stared at his solid pecs that stretched his shirt out. He wasn't built like a bodybuilder or anything, but he was still clearly ripped. I wasn't normally attracted to black guys, but I don't think I ever saw someone as hot as this before.

My eyes finally raised to his face to see if he was as hot as the rest of the body, and I was left completely shocked Oh my god. I totally recognized him. He was one of the star athletes on the football team. Not only that but he was considered one of the hottest guys at the school; one of the fabled school avengers. I could see why, he did have the body of a superhero after all. Wait, what was his name again? Shit, what was it? Oh yeah!

"Octavious?" I said softly.

"Oh hey, sorry, didn't see you. Do I know you, or...?" he responded.

"No, not really. I'm Tessa and I go to Wheaton College too. Everyone who goes there just kinda knows who you are," I said and winced at how awkward I probably just sounded.

"Ah, cool, cool. I feel a little bad I haven't seen ya around before," he replied confidently.

I saw his eyes glance down and slowly rise back up my body. Was he really just brazenly checking me out right now? I was honestly a little taken aback. It wasn't like I never got attention from guys, but they were usually from nerdy guys who I hung out with at the library while I read. I never got any attention from the more popular guys, let alone an avenger.

Then again, my clothes were a little more revealing than they usually are in school. I wore a simple t-shirt, but because I was sweaty from the heat, it clung to my body and made my D-cup breasts and flat stomach more prominent. The denim shorts I wore weren't super short like some girls, but the smooth skin of my well-toned legs was mostly bare.

I tried to act like I didn't notice what he was doing, but I couldn't deny how turned on I felt. I knew I shouldn't be ok with a guy ogling my body like this, but I also couldn't ignore just how hot he was. After all, I always dreamed about being with someone that looked like him. Even though it was a little brash, I was flattered by the attention. Besides, it was only fair given how much I visually feasted on his body earlier.

I cleared my throat to grab his attention and said, "Well, it was nice to meet you, but I hope you don't mind if I get back to cleaning?"

"A'ight, I'll leave it to ya then," he said and when he turned to walk away, I felt his eyes linger on my body again.

After he left, I turned around, grabbed my vacuum cleaner, and started to clean again. I tried to focus on my work, but my mind couldn't stop thinking about him. How did he have such a perfect body? Those big arms, that muscular chest...hell, even his face was pretty damn handsome. Why couldn't I stop thinking about him? I turned off the vacuum cleaner and I was startled by how hard my heart was thumping in my chest. I had to remind myself that while he did check me out, he was sought after by the hottest girls in school and he wouldn't care about someone like me.

I decided to move into the dining area and clean some of the furniture there. I grabbed my cleaning bottles and when I placed them down at the table, I was surprised to see Octavious sitting in the adjacent family room. He was sitting in front of an easel that held a large piece of canvas. Wait, was he...painting? Was he an art student? I thought he was just some hot jock who only showed up to school so he would be eligible to play. I was a little ashamed that I judged him so quickly.

While wiping down some of the furniture, I couldn't help but steal glances in his direction. At first, I tried to tell myself that I was just curious about what he was painting. However, the longer my eyes lingered on that incredible body of his, the more honest I had to be with myself. I felt a little embarrassed to have such raw attraction to his body, but I couldn't help it. Every inch of him exuded strength, confidence, and just straight sexiness. He looked over at me and I quickly averted my eyes and pretended that I was focused on cleaning. Damn, that was close.

I tried to refocus purely on my cleaning, but I started to get a constant sensation that his eyes were staring at me. Every once in a while I would look up and I finally caught his eyes as they quickly strayed away from me. I was surprised he had so much interest in me. I positioned myself to have more of my body visible while I cleaned and I started to catch even more of his glances. The more his eyes took in my body, the hotter I started to feel. I was startled at how much I enjoyed showing off my body to him.

Once I was finished with the dining room, I started to clean closer and closer to where he was painting. I was hoping to get a better look at his impressive muscles when he suddenly got up and left. Damn! Why did he have to leave right now? My frustration was short-lived. A couple of minutes later, he came down wearing a men's tank that tightly clung to him. Holy shit, his body was insane!

For a moment, I completely forgot to move my hands and just openly stared at him. My eyes devoured his now bare arms and I was impressed at how many individual muscles I could pick out. His shoulders were equally striking and I wished I could stand behind him and squeeze them. Part of his chest was now visible as well, and when I saw how big and hard his pecs were, it felt like a bell was ringing in my head. I saw him look over at me and he gave me a wry smile. I felt my face blush and I quickly looked away. Dammit!

Hold on, that smile seemed a little too cocky. Did he know that I have been staring at him? Wait, was he messing with me? Did he change into that tank purposefully just so he could show off more of his body? My cheeks burned and I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest. Part of my brain screamed at me that I should show off more of my body to him too, but it felt so wrong. Oh, why not. It wasn't like I was a prude or anything. Besides, when was I ever going to get any attention from someone like him again?

Putting down my cleaning supplies, I acted like I was super hot and tried to cool myself off by fanning my shirt. I then carefully lifted the bottom of my shirt and tied it into a knot below my large breasts, revealing my toned stomach. Next, I started to roll my denim shorts up and exposed even more soft skin of my legs. I rolled them up so high that I wondered if part of my ass cheek would be visible, but I didn't care. I wanted him to notice and stare. Not to mention that I haven't felt this turned on in quite a while.

I grabbed a broom and started to sweep the hard floors of the family room, near where he sat. The closer I moved to him, the harder my heart seemed to pound. I tried not to sneak too many glances at him, but the few times I did look over, I saw him staring at my body. A thrill of excitement shot up my spine. I was surprised at how much I loved the attention since this was not how I usually acted at all. I felt like one of those desirable women in the various books I liked to read.

While I swept, I found something on the ground near him that seemed stuck. With my back towards him, I slowly bent down and started to try to scrape it off with my fingernail. It took a little bit, but I was finally able to scrape it free and I leaned back up to sweep it away. I glanced to my side and I saw him staring at me, specifically at my ass. My face turned several shades of red when I finally realized what I just did. Oh my god, did I really bend over right in front of him?

Now completely embarrassed, I couldn't let myself even look at him. While I continued to sweep nearby, I finally had a chance to get a good look at his painting. Oh wow, it looked amazing! He seemed like he was doing a self-portrait or something like that. His use of bright and bold colors was striking and he seemed to showcase how proud he was of his black heritage. I had no idea he had so much talent!

"Your painting looks amazing, Octavious," I said while I leaned against my broom.

He turned his head slightly, smiled at me, and simply said, "Oh, thanks."

"To be honest, I had no idea you liked to paint."

"Because I'm supposed to be some dumb jock that's only good at sports?"

"Oh, no no, that isn't what I meant!" I replied defensively before continuing, "It's just that I thought your passion was football...not art."

"Ye, everyone who don't know me all think the same way. But nah man, football is just something I'm good at. This shit here? This is the real shit that I enjoy," he said earnestly.

"For what it's worth, I'm really sorry. I feel super bad for judging you so quickly," I replied abashedly.

"Shit, don't worry about it. I'm just glad you like it. I don't get a lot of people coming over here giving out compliments, you know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah," I replied simply, still a little embarrassed.

"This ain't nothin' though. I think you would be really impressed if you saw my other work."

"Don't be so modest! It's honestly breathtaking. What are you trying to symbolize with that thing over there?" I asked curiously after leaning my broom against a nearby wall and moved closer to him to point at his painting.

He quickly started to explain, but to be honest, I wasn't paying attention. When I realized that I was now so close to him, my eyes were glued to his muscular shoulders and I was fighting a strong urge to reach out and touch him. I desperately wanted to feel how hard his muscles felt. I couldn't believe how fixated I was. Just how horny was I?

He finished explaining and I refocused back on his painting and acted like I heard everything he just said when I replied, "Yeah, totally. What about this other thing here?"

I pointed somewhere lower on the painting, and without really thinking about it, I rested one of my hands on his shoulder to steady myself as I leaned forward. After I leaned back, I rested my other hand on his other shoulder and I stunned myself at my brazenness. Oh my god, was I insane? I couldn't believe I was actually touching him! I stared at his shoulders while he explained and my fingers felt just how warm his skin was. His muscles barely dented when I softly pressed my fingers against them. Fuck, they were rock solid!

"So, you like what you see?" I finally heard him say and it brought me out of my trance.

I blinked repeatedly, quickly withdrew my hands, and said, "Oh, yes. Very much. I mean, umm...your painting seems really special. Let me just get out of your way so you can continue to do your thing."

So much blood was pulsating through my body that I was worried I would faint or something. I grabbed the boom nearby and steadied myself for a quick moment. I couldn't believe what I did. It was like my body had a mind of its own. Everything I was doing felt so out of character for me that I felt like I was someone else completely. It was like I became one of those girls in those smut novels that I read as a guilty pleasure.

In an attempt to reset myself, I tried once again to singularly focus on cleaning. Once done with the floor of the family room, I moved on to cleaning other bits and pieces of furniture and before I knew it, I was about done with the job. I started to gather all of my cleaning supplies together by the door and I wanted to leave discreetly. However, I knew that I had to say something. I felt so awkward around him that I hoped that I could slip out without having him around.

"Hey, I'm done and I'm going to see myself out if that's alright?" I yelled from a neighboring room.

"Yeah? Ok, let me grab the door for you," he replied and I heard his footsteps approach.

"Oh, no no. It's ok, I can manage. Really," I said, but before I was even finished, he was moving past me towards the door.

Trying to avoid eye contact with him, I grabbed my cleaning stuff and carried it out the door when I heard him say, "Bye Tessa. Feel free to bring that hot little body of yours back here anytime."

I stopped and was completely shocked by what I just heard. Did I hear that right? I turned around to say something when I saw the door quickly close. I couldn't help but scoff at myself. Was he truly that confident and cocky to say something like that?

I carried the cleaning materials back to my car, loaded them in, and then got in the driver's seat. I replayed what he said to me again in my head, and I almost laughed at how absurd it was. The more I thought about it though, the more I felt strangely turned on. I knew I shouldn't be turned on by something so crude but I couldn't help it. I shook my head and drove back to my house since that was the last job of the day.

Fortunately, I didn't live too far away and soon I was walking back inside my house. It seemed like neither of my parents were home, and I immediately walked over to the bathroom to shower. I always felt so dirty after cleaning and taking a nice, long, hot shower always made me feel better.

I ran the water so it had a chance to heat up and then started to strip off my clothes. Once I slipped my underwear off, I looked at my naked reflection in the mirror. Compared to what I used to look like a few years ago, I now felt like I had a killer body. Back in high school, I was a bit plain. I had small, modest-sized boobs, my limbs were toned, but lanky, and while my ass was firm from playing badminton, it was relatively small. Once I went to college though, my body filled out tremendously, much to my surprise.

My body was still thin and toned, but now I had large D-cups breasts that were extremely perky and sat high on my chest. My waist was still narrow but now my flat stomach had hints of ab muscles from endless practices. I turned to my side and marveled at how much my ass grew. It wasn't as big as some girls, but it got bigger and firmer over the years from the rigorous college training. My legs were no longer muscular twigs, but were thicker, curvier, and very athletic.

"I guess I do have a hot little body," I softly said to myself, remembering what Octavious said.

I smiled to myself before I hopped in the shower. Hot water sprayed against my body, and I let out a heavy, satisfied sigh. While my hands absentmindedly cleaned my body, my mind wandered and I soon started to think about Octavious. I remembered what it felt like to touch his muscular shoulders and my heart started to race. I was already warm from the water, but now I was extra hot. Before long, I started to fantasize about what it would have felt like if I got to explore more of his muscular body.

Soon enough, my imagination turned very naughty. I imagined being bent over and thought about his incredible body pressing up against mine and his strong hands squeezing my ass through my shorts. Of course, I would weakly protest at first, but I knew he would keep going. I would yearn for his hands to touch my bare skin, but I would make him work for it. I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer. God, I was so fucking horny.

My hands went to clean my breasts and my fingers brushed up against my rock-hard nipples. I gasped in pleasure and felt my whole body shutter. It felt so good. I gently flicked my nipples back and forth before I started to play with them aggressively. Every pinch and pull sent shockwaves of pleasure racing throughout my body. Would Octavious like my nipples? Would he squeeze them even harder with those rough hands of his? Would he suck them into his mouth?

Lost in the endless plains of pleasure, I lowered one hand from my breast down to my bald pussy. I ran a finger up and down my slit and I felt my juices immediately pour out. Fuck, I was dripping wet just thinking about him. I split my pussy lips open and gently pushed a finger inside. I lifted my head up and opened my mouth wide to groan loudly. Part of me knew how shameful it was to play with myself while thinking about someone I just met, but I didn't want to stop.

Not long after, I inserted a second finger and started to push them in and out deeply. My legs were shaking as powerful waves of pleasure coursed through my body and my other hand stopped squeezing my nipple so I could reach out to the shower wall and steady myself. I started to fantasize that it was his fingers instead. His massive body would be behind me with his massive arm wrapped around my stomach, pressing me into him. His other hand would be exploring every inch of my pussy and I would moan helplessly in his grasp.