The cleaning girl, Monica, had arrived early on Friday afternoon. "Good afternoon, Ms. Stephens." Monica said.
"Please, call me Jennifer."
Opening the door to her two thousand square foot home, the tall, statuesque woman smiled at her cleaning girl. The eldest daughter of a neighbor down the street, Monica had grown into an incredibly sexy young woman. Jennifer shut the door behind her and stared dreamily at the young woman, shaking her head slightly. Only a few months over eighteen and soon going off for college, Monica wore a skin tight pair of worn out jeans and a ragged t-shirt. The pants had a few small holes in them as well, through which Jennifer could glimpse some of the young woman's delightfully pale flesh.
Following Monica into the kitchen, Jennifer watched in admiration as she bent over to pick something up, a piece of food, or perhaps a small hair. The house was fantastically spotless ever since the young woman had started cleaning three days a week for Jennifer and her husband, Rick. He was frequently out of town on business and Jennifer had taken to admiring the young woman's body as she cleaned. Jennifer's heart fluttered as she saw the outline of the girl's ass. Bent almost double, Monica had a tight body, the kind that made everybody turn their heads, just to make sure they were seeing what they imagined.
Feeling excited, Jennifer briefly touched her own mound beneath her skirt, cupping the warm flesh. While she held her fingers between her legs, Jennifer watched as the girl stood, the tight pants leaving nothing about the shape of Monica's firm butt to the imagination. Face flushing, Jennifer started to move her hand inside her skirt when the young woman spoke.
"I'm going to start in here today," Monica said, not looking back. She strutted to the sink and opened up the counter, to drop whatever she had picked up in the trash. Jennifer stared at the young woman's backside, continuing to push her fingers beneath her skirt. Overwhelmed with the desire to touch herself, she stood in the hallway, watching the young woman start the dishes. Admiring the long, light brown hair cascading down Monica's back, Jennifer wondered if the young woman would freak out if she tried to seduce her. For her age, the girl seemed remarkably ignorant at times.
In contrast to Monica's shiny, flowing light brown locks, Jennifer had an auburn shade that curled lightly around her face. A few freckles shone against her rather pale skin, where the younger girl showed some freckles, Monica also had a healthy light tan from being out in the sun that summer. While standing in the hallway, one hand buried under her green, loose skirt, Jennifer decided to try something.
"Monica," Jennifer said, watching as the younger woman set down a plate to dry on the counter. The sink was spraying water on full blast. "Oh my god," Jennifer said, just as she started to insert a finger inside the folds of her slick outer labia.
Turning around quickly, Monica had a worried expression on her face. The next plate she picked up sprayed water all over her chest and pants, splashing on the floor a bit as well. Embarrassed, the startled teen looked back at the sink and set the plate down, turning off the water. Beneath her light tan, Jennifer could see the pink staining Monica's cheeks.
"What's the matter?" Monica asked, turning around again, surreptitiously wiping herself with the kitchen towel. Her white shirt was clinging to her perky breasts, revealing the teen forgot to wear a bra. Jennifer's breath quickened as she saw Monica's tiny, pink nipples pressed against the sheer top.
"How would you like to do me a special favor?" Jennifer asked, not removing her hand from her pants but keeping it there, one finger slowly moving along the length of her mount, bottom to top. "I think I have some clothes that might fit you," Jennifer continued, sighing as she removed her hand from her skirt, just before the finger reached her clitoris. "How about I help you get changed while I explain?"
The teen's eyes grew wide when Jennifer removed the hand from her skirt, she could see the moist, wet sheen of something on the older woman's finger. Swallowing visibly, Monica looked slightly shaken as she realized the older woman had been touching herself, watching.
"Sure," Monica said, voice cracking. "I don't have to lift anything heavy, do I?" Monica shrugged, the petite girl's movements emphasizing her delicate frame.
Jennifer gave a throaty chuckle, shaking her head. The curled locks swept back as Jennifer strode forward to drape an arm around the younger woman's waist. She was several inches taller than the younger woman, while in fantastic shape, her chest and hips were larger. Next to Jennifer, Monica seemed even more a tense, insecure teen. Grabbing her charge around the waist, Jennifer started to escort the younger girl back towards the hallway, so that they could walk up stairs to the older woman's bedroom.
"No, you don't have to do any heavy lifting," Jennifer commented, giving the younger girl's waist a squeeze as they walked. "But you will have to strip," Jennifer said, starting to climb the stairs, letting go of the teen. "So you can change."
The younger woman frowned nervously as Jennifer ascended the stairs ahead of her. The green skirt swished back and forth in front of her and unless she was imagining it, Jennifer's nipples were hard underneath the older woman's lighter green top. Monica knew that some people were attracted to the same sex but in the small town she lived in, any of the girls that might have come out of the closet had kept it to themselves in Monica's school. Knowing that Jennifer was married confused her, as the older woman was very attractive. Shouldn't her husband have been satisfying her enough so she did not have to touch herself?
Jennifer disappeared into the bedroom first, heading to her walk in closet. "Just take off all your wet clothes," she called over her shoulder, not looking back to see if Monica started to strip or not. Puzzling over the woman's arousal, Monica finally remembered that her employer's husband was frequently out of town and had been gone for a few weeks. Maybe that's why she was touching herself, Monica thought, maybe she had been interrupted by Monica's own arrival?
Taking the t-shirt off was harder than it should have been, as the thin, white fabric clung tightly to her nubile form. Once half naked, Monica felt the room heat up and looked down. Her own nipples had perked up, the small, pink aureolas stiffening and jutting out from her firm breasts. For a moment, Monica's own fingers strayed over the tips of her nipples, idly caressing them. She pinched one, then giggled, shaking her head. The swollen nipples shrank slightly as Monica felt embarrassment, worried Jennifer might have noticed her casual masturbatory gesture. Swiftly, she started unfastening her slacks, peeling the blue, tattered pants off of her hips and down to her ankles.
Bent over, Monica had not seen Jennifer depart the closet and walk quietly around her, admiring the younger woman's nearly naked body. Jennifer noticed Monica's tight white cotton panties. They clung to the younger woman's ass so tightly, Jennifer thought she could see where her pink pussy started and ended. Amazed, Jennifer noticed that the young woman had either shaved or waxed completely, her pussy bald underneath the thin white fabric. Hands full of some clothing, Jennifer set her bundle down on the bed as Monica straightened, kicking the slacks to the side. Jennifer could feel her own cunt start to get warm again, after her brief self exploration downstairs, she was ten times as excited now that the younger woman was nearly naked in her room.
As Monica stood straight, she turned around, face flushing completely. "Jennifer," Monica stammered as she hid her breasts with one hand, putting her right hand over the nearly transparent cloth covering her pussy, "I didn't hear you come out."
