He had just turned sixty when his wife passed away. Along with her passed the dreams of a retirement of travel with her as his constant companion. They had planned to travel the world together, but it was not to be. Now he moped about their home with no ambition or desire to do anything, including keep the house clean. He sometimes straightened a little, knowing how disappointed she would have been to see her home in such disorder. He couldn't bring himself to show much interest in anything, until finally, his children told him he had to clean up his act. He cleaned up the litter, but having no desire to scrub and dust, hired the Mopping Maid Service to clean his home. They arrived the following Monday to clean, and unbeknownst to him at the time, change his life forever.
The team of women who arrived at his door was mostly middle-aged with one exception, a university student who worked with them Mondays and Saturdays to earn her tuition. She was unbelievably beautiful with the curvaceous body only genetics could bestow. No amount of exercise would create such magnificent curves. He had the ridiculous notion to stamp her with a meat inspector's grade 'A' stamp leaving a red grade 'A' tattoo on her luscious bottom end. He even imagined the jiggle of her bottom as the hammer struck. He could not take his eyes off her. Finally, she gave him a hesitant smile and asked where he kept his vacuum cleaner. He showed her and asked her name while introducing himself as Brent McLeod. She replied her name was Katalina Cascade but every one called her Kate.
When he handed her the cleaner their hands inadvertently touched sending fire through his body. Strangely, she also seemed to react to his touch. He attributed it to the mental ravings of a dirty old man and promptly forgot her apparent confusion, as his body increasingly seemed to notice hers. He chuckled to himself laughing at his body's impetuosity, reassuring himself he was simply a dirty old man confronted by beauty the likes of which he had not previously seen. It did not stop him from following her with his eyes as she worked about the house. He had thought to hire the service just the once but found himself phoning the company and asking for them to repeat their service every second Monday and insisted Kate be always included on the team explaining he wanted to support her university endeavors.
The next time she came, she thanked him. The service had told her about his support. With a few questions, they got to know each other better. They were both single. To his disappointment, she was twenty-two to his sixty-two. He considered that an insurmountable difference; she was younger than his youngest child. This did not stop him from dreaming of her that night as he tossed and turned in his bed. As the months passed, they grew to know each other better. What he considered the dirty old man in himself grew worse. He started pleasuring himself with thoughts of her body stampeding through his mind. One day, she stayed behind for a cup of coffee. When the others left, she asked if she might clean his house on alternate weeks the service cleaned to make herself a little extra money. He jumped at the idea and they settled for Friday nights. Her succulent body reawakened a libidinous nature he had assumed dead.
He looked forward to their first Friday alone together not knowing what to expect and berating himself to be the perfect gentleman. He knew in his heart, he was anything but a gentleman. She arrived dressed in a trench coat against the chill of the evening. When she took off her coat, he was instantly aroused, his equipment tenting his pants. He carried a newspaper to hide his tumescence. Kate was wearing a pair of very tight short shorts and a small tank top. Her voluptuous buttocks fell well below the ragged edge of the shorts displaying the creamy whiteness of her cheeks. The tank top was far too small to completely cover the feminine curves of her breasts. In short, she was everything he felt he didn't need, his dirty old man promptly ogling her.
What he didn't know was she was somewhat exasperated having done everything she could over the months to make herself more attractive to him. Kate had felt the fires of their first touch not understanding them, but so aware of her body's reaction to him she meant to pursue the wonderful feelings he elicited from her body without contrivance. The first night after their meeting, she went home to analyze for hours just what had happened to her but could come to no real understanding of the intricacies of love. This was not a new phenomenon, as millions know. She had several theories and maybe it was a combination of all of them. She knew pheromones played a large part and thought it was a possibility. Although she truly believed it was his kindness of manner, his distinguished looks and his overall gentlemanly behavior that attracted her. It still didn't explain the fireworks at their first touch.
As the months passed, she saw the need in his eyes as she worked in his home wishing he would give in to his licentious emotions. Not always did he manage to hide his physical reaction to her presence. Because of her own attraction, she answered him with erect nipples and gushing pussy. She watched him from the periphery of her vision, wishing he would drop his gentlemanly behavior and take her in his arms to kiss passionately when the other women weren't around. He became her sexual fantasy at night, as she was his, fingering her clit to orgasm on dreams of his kisses alone. Kate began to plan his seduction understanding his reluctance had something to do with their age difference. She began to comprehend he would never molest her as she wanted without some serious encouragement. That knowledge had brought about her particular choice of clothes the first evening they were alone.
