I am always looking to improve my writing and would appreciate feedback, especially from women. I'd like to know what you, the reader, found particularly arousing and what could be improved upon. Feel free to PM me.
All of the characters in this story are 18 or older.
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My mom and I used to live in a nice rural area neighborhood but there weren't too many others around, at least not my age, but that didn't really matter to me. I don't think I was nerdy but I didn't find a group to fit into nor did I make any close friends; I was merely content to spend a lot of time around the house doing schoolwork, watching TV and reading.
As a sales representative, my mom traveled a lot and often left me alone for a couple of days at a time. I didn't really mind since I always found ways to keep myself occupied.
Like most girls, my sex drive began during my late teens. Given the time I had alone by myself in the house, I had plenty of opportunities to experiment with masturbation, but didn't really find anything that suited me. For some reason, I never could get all that excited but as I would later learn, I just didn't know how to push the right buttons.
My mom hired a house cleaner to clean the house every week or two. She was a woman in her mid-twenties who attended a nearby college and was happy to have the opportunity to make some extra money. For some reason, mom liked to have the house cleaned on Fridays. Evidently, she thought we might have some weekend guests and wanted it clean should any stop by, but few ever did. Our cleaner did a good job and went about the house quietly cleaning, dusting and keeping the place in shape.
On one particular hot, summer day, we had a blackout which killed the lights and the much needed air conditioning. Within a half hour, the stifling heat and humidity began to creep inside. My mom and I sought refuge inside the kitchen and by the still cold refrigerator, each of us enjoying a cup of cold water.
"I'm going down the street to see if the neighbors have also lost their power," Mom said. Looking back at the cleaner as she turned to leave the house she asked, "Would you like some water?"
"Oh yes, please."
"Give her a glass of water," Mom said to me as she closed the door behind her.
I grabbed a glass, put a couple of ice cubes into it, dispensed the water from the refrigerator's door and passed the glass to her.
"Thank you," she said as she tipped her head back to drink.
I could see strands of wet hair clinging to the sides of her face as she hurriedly gulped the water down, spilling some on her white t-shirt which stood out due to her ample chest.
"Thanks," she said as she handed the glass back to me before turning away to resume the cleaning.
I returned to reading my book in our living room but it was getting too hot to focus on the page. I sat back, my eyes wandering around, looking at nothing in particular when I noticed the cleaner busily cleaning near the end of the hallway. I could see the top of her t-shirt was becoming wet from sweat running down her neck. She turned sideways and I watched, curiously, as she grabbed the bottom of her white shirt and lifted it above her head. Her shirt was stuck momentarily as she pulled her long hair through the neck opening, but she casually put it aside. Next, she lowered her head as she reached around and unclasped her bra and moved her arms forward, letting it slide off. She noticed me watching her and as her bra slid down to her hands, she tossed it aside next to her shirt, and then turned to face me. I looked back at her topless body and saw a little smile appear on her face as she shook her shoulders back and forth.
My eyes immediately dropped down to her huge boobs as they flopped back and forth and jiggled like large loaves of bread dough. My eyes were fixed on them in amazement as I have never seen breasts like those before. Not only were they large but the firm white orbs stood out straight and were capped off by large, pink nipples. I stared at them for a while before my eyes followed her hands down to her shorts as she gave a little tug and pulled both her shorts down, revealing a triangular patch of hair. Smiling, she turned around to show me her butt then looked back at me and with a bright smile, wiggled it around and gave me a wink. It was then I noticed she didn't wear any panties. My jaw dropped and I sat there dumbfounded as she pulled her shorts back up and donned her shirt. Now unsupported, I watched as she walked away, her large boobs swaying and bouncing with every step.
A few minutes later, the power and AC kicked back on. My mom came home and the cleaner left.
I lay in bed that night, replaying the entire scene in my head. What did I see? Was she trying to pick me up, tease me or show off? I had no idea what to make of her flashing. That night, I dreamed about her: coming into my room; taking off her shirt and bra; caressing her own breasts; putting her own nipples into her mouth, licking and sucking them; taking her shorts off; standing naked for me as I watched. She then walked over to my bed and lowered her breasts to my mouth for me to suck on. It was one of the most erotic dreams I had ever had.
When I woke up, I realized there was something odd happening between my legs, a certain stirring I hadn't felt before. I slid my hand into my panties and found my lips wet but didn't know why. I brought my fingers to my nose to smell the wetness to see if it was pee but it smell different. I realized it was wetness from the arousal I experienced in my dream. I slid my hand between my legs, again and moved my index finger over my slit, parting my lips. I reached around felling for my clit and when I touched it, it sent a chill through my body. It just felt so good. I then pushed and rubbed it and found that it was bigger and firmer than ever before. As I massaged it, I soon found myself gasping for air. It felt so good, and the more I rubbed, the better it felt. After a few minutes, I reached down under the covers and took my panties off then spread my legs wider. With my left hand, I reached down and my fingers felt the opening of my vagina to be very wet. I pressed my finger against its opening and it easily slid inside.
My right hand was working furiously, rubbing back and forth. My nipples were now rock hard and I could feel butterflies growing inside my stomach. Something was happening between my legs, something I had never before experienced. The feeling continued to grow until my entire body was engulfed in a wave of ecstasy. I cried out as the muscles in my body simultaneously tensed as my first orgasm shuddered through my body, and then went limp. Moments later, I laid there in bed, exhausted and trying to catch my breath. I couldn't believe what had happened; never before had I dreamed such sensations existed and I wanted it to experience them again!
My left hand was very wet and I moved my fingers closer to take a look. I could see the sticky fluid on my fingers, white in the thick areas. I smelled it and found it was a little sweet and musky, maybe a little bitter. I touched my finger to my tongue to taste some of it. It tasted stronger than it smelled and I enjoyed it as the product of great pleasure. My mind raced back to the image of the cleaner. Behind her pubic hair were her lips and undoubtedly, the same girl juice I was tasting. I wondered what she looked like between her legs. What did she smell and taste like? I imagined my juice covered finger had been pulled from her vagina instead of mine and the thought of tasting her sent another shudder through my body. My clit grew hard once more and I pushed my finger inside my vagina to collect more of the fluid, then put it in my mouth and sucked all of the flavorful juice off. The image of doing this to the cleaner sent me off and after rubbing myself for a only minute or two more, I had my second orgasm. I don't know if my mom had heard me, but I could care less!
