I suppose I should have seen this coming... I mean, it had all the great makings of a porno movie, and I do tend to get um... erotically charged by odd things and those you wouldn't normally expect... But, alas, I didn't see it coming.
I had just moved into my new house β a lovely 4 bed, 2 bath detached house with front and rear gardens, conservatory and separate double garage and double driveway. This place is big enough for a huge family, yet, for now, it's just me... So I had just moved in, and with my job being so demanding of my time, I quickly realised that keeping on top of the cleaning wasn't going to be easy for a single person with certain limitations, so I decided to enlist some help.
My parents had been using the same cleaner for years and in fact this woman began working for my folks while I was still living there, at least 5 years ago, could be more, I can't remember... So I figured I'd hire her too, since, at least, we know she does a fairly decent job, and my parents' house is about as big as my new house, maybe slightly bigger. I figured between me cleaning up after myself, and her keeping on top of the "day-to-day" stuff, we'd manage to keep the house in pretty good shape.
Now, way back when she first started as my parents' cleaner, I was going through a phase in my late teens, where I was attracted to older women and older women only. So, for like a blip, I quite fancied the cleaner that came by the house on a Wednesday afternoon, while the parents were at work and I was in bed asleep after a usual teenage late night the night before. Makes sense, right?
Those feelings quickly went away as I matured further and I thought nothing else of it - Until she started cleaning for me...
Things were going fine in the beginning, and on the days when I'd work from home we'd always have a little chat every so often, just exchanging pleasantries and updating each other on family lives etc. but then almost as if out of nowhere, one day she was mopping the kitchen floor while I stood in the doorframe chatting to her and as she bent down, I found myself staring at her backside. With her wearing tight fitting jeans it was hard not to notice the roundness of her bottom. I found myself standing there with perverse thoughts running through my head. I even had visions of taking her right there in the kitchen.
Luckily for me, my better judgement kicked in at the last second as my hand reached out to grab her, and I stopped myself. I could just imagine what my parents would say when they heard the news that I'd taken our cleaner by force.
A few weeks went by and I had to try to avoid her as best as possible because I just couldn't shake this strange attraction to my cleaner. She's certainly not the type of woman I'd normally lust after, but yet I couldn't help myself. She's old enough to be my mother, and must be in her early forties or at the very least her late thirties. I'm also no expert on women's sizes but if I had to guess I would presume she's around a size 16 waist; by no means would I consider her "fat" (unlike the media would if she were a celebrity), but she's certainly a little larger than the average "hot" twenty-something a guy my age would go for. Despite being a little larger than most women would like to be, I still found her attractive.
Her body is all in proportion and she has the right curves in the right places. I would even venture to say her ample breasts could be somewhere in the region of a 38D bra size... I don't know, I'm not an expert! I'm also usually not that attracted to women with shorter hair, yet there she stood with short, short hair, gelled up into a few spikes - Reminiscent of her punk days as a teenager perhaps? Or maybe this was just mid-life crisis hair? Either way, for some reason, her hair wasn't putting me off like short hair normally would on a woman.
As the weeks went on, while trying to avoid talking to her, in case I happened to embarrass myself or slip up and confess to my attraction (I'm a very honest guy β sometimes this kind of thing can happen!), I instead relented to sneaking around, almost spying on her as she cleaned the house. Although perhaps I didn't do a good enough job as I could swear she actually started to tease me.
From behind a doorframe I watched as she reached the feather duster up to the top of the blinds in my office, her top riding up, exposing her midriff to me, and revealing the top of a thong peeking out over the waistband of her jeans. What was wrong with me? I even found her midriff sexy... It wasn't the most toned of stomachs but it also wasn't flabby and rippled, it was just...Normal, I guess?
As she moved towards the other end of the room to empty the bin I stepped through the threshold and watched as she teasingly bent down, again, showing me that round apple shaped ass. I bit my lower lip.
These brief little moments continued for another few weeks. I thought I was going out of my mind. She couldn't possibly be aware of my attraction could she? She couldn't possibly be teasing me? I mean, she's known me since I was a teenager... I realised though, that I hadn't said two words to her for about a month, so I felt I should pluck up the courage and get some serious face time in there, so as not to appear weird and as if I was deliberately avoiding her, which, I was, but I just didn't want her to think that!
The following week I decided to plant myself in the spacious kitchen/dining area, where this all began, but I planned well in advance that I could be eating my lunch while she cleaned the counter tops so that I could create silences if need be, so as not to let on about my attraction to her. So there I was, sat at my dining table, the sun beaming in through the conservatory behind me, and in she stepped, wearing, for the first time, a tight fitting long sleeved, open shoulder, halter neck top, and yes, her trademark jeans. Her top could've doubled as a dress as it ran down over her ass, but I guess she was being modestly appropriate what with it being so tight. I was quite surprised to see her wearing something even remotely revealing. Did she know something? Was she actually teasing me? I mean, why would you wear something like that to clean someone's house?
I began to eat my sandwich as she pretended not to notice me. With her back turned as she cleaned the hob I had a great view of her from behind, with no need to spy. For the first time, I could see the skin on her back, from the nape of her neck right down to the middle of her spine. She kept her skin in good condition - that was clear. I was beginning to obsess. I was taking in every curve of her body as she moved in that tight top.
She turned to rinse out her cloth and feigned being startled by my presence. I paused, mid-bite of my sandwich.
"Eddie! You scared me!" she exclaimed.
"What? It's lunchtime!" I replied, somewhat muffled by the bite of sandwich in my mouth.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to sneak up on people like that?" she asked.
"I didn't realise being sat eating a sandwich was classified as sneaking..." I smugly responded.