This story contains characters from other stories but is intended as stand alone.
All comments and feedback are gratefully received as I'm hoping the feedback will encourage improvements in my work. This is a work of fiction from the deep dank recesses of my mind and any resemblance to real people is purely accidental.
This story contains lesbian sex, if this not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise I hope you enjoy.
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The tapping on the door was a distraction that Jayne didn't need right now, she was preparing to leave to go see Sheree who lived a couple of houses down the road. Jayne pulled the door open ready to fob the expected cold caller off but then stopped in her tracks and froze with only an "Oh".
Stood on the doorstep was Ruth, Jayne's cleaner who came around two mornings a week to clean around the house and iron the clothes. Strangely, instead of the normally casual clothing she wore, Ruth was wearing a long mac, stockings and heels. She was roughly the same height as Jayne but had short auburn hair and even in her baggy work cloths, Jayne could tell that she had a slim athletic figure and a nice rack.
"I was just about to pop around... "was all Jayne was able to say when her visitor interrupted.
"... Sheree's, yes I guessed. That's why I came to see you", which struck Jayne as curious. As she stepped inside the house and closed the door, Ruth then went on to say, "I followed you round there last week and spied the two of you together through the kitchen window".
The two blonde neighbours were locked in a 69 eating each other's pussies on the kitchen work surface and although Ruth regarded herself as exclusively straight, the view before her had a very powerful effect and had spent most of the weekend with her hands inside her panties reliving what she had seen.
Jayne stood motionless in her hallway as her face reddened, she'd been caught sneaking about with her lesbian lover and was scared that Ruth would say something to Jayne's unsuspecting husband. Ruth slowly released the belt of her mac and shrugged her shoulders, so the mac fell to the floor revealing a very short black maids outfit trimmed with white lace -- the sort you see in the glamour pictures -- totally impractical for doing proper housework but good for a show.
What got Jayne's attention though was the bust area. It had been lowered to put Ruth's pert breasts and her puffy nipples on show. Ruth's husband had bought the outfit for her a couple of years ago from a sex shop but she had only worn it the once before. She had spent the weekend altering it so that her breasts were on full display and was pleased that her hard work had generated the required reaction from Jayne.