I had lusted after Donna for two years and my fantasy had come true. I had sex with her one evening and she was hotter and felt better than I had ever imagined. She had blown my mind and thrilled me to no end. Then it all turned around on me.
She had said we couldn't see each other. She said she was too old for me and it would never work. I was in disbelief. I was desperate to be with her. Then I asked if I could help her around her yard and pool just so I could be around her, thinking if she saw me regularly she would end up wanting me again. She agreed, with the condition that she was in charge, that she decided when I came over and what I did. We began an arrangement that lead me to do her bidding with no reward or thanks. She sent me text messages that gave me instructions of what she wanted me to do for her at any time. She seldom said anything to me other than what she wanted done. She didn't speak to me when I was working for her or thank me when I was done. After weeks of this she finally said that we could have sex, which I soon learned consisted only of me eating her out., with no relief for me at all. Then she told me that I couldn't masturbate anymore, at least not without her permission. Unfortunate for me, as it had been my only sexual relief for the past two months.
I did exactly as she told me. I waited for her messages and longed to do whatever she needed. I often waited days between requests, and those days were the toughest. The days I could see her were the days I lived for.
The week after she told me to stop masturbating were intense. My mind raced with fantasies of what she would do with me, or do to me. I had visions of her making me have wild, uninhibited sex with her. Of being made to please her for hours on end.
Reality was different. She had me wait two days before she texted me. Then she had me mow her grass and take care of some small things in the yard. When I was done she told me that was all and I left. Then it was three days until she had me come by again, that time to maintain the pool. That night she had me eat her out again, and again there was no relief for me. A couple of days after that and I received a text message.
"Bring me wine."
I knew what she kind liked and obeyed. When I arrived she had me set the wine in the wine rack and go outside. The pool needed cleaned and she wanted it done right away. When I was about finished she came out in her swim suit and sat at the table smoking a cigarette. She had to know that she was driving me crazy. I had licked her sweet box twice in the previous week and hadn't cum myself in over a week. Her tits looked so fantastic in her swim suit and I always stared at her when I saw her in it. The sight of her full, heavy breasts had driven me to initiate my first sexual encounter with her that fateful evening, and I wanted to feel them so bad.
She pulled slowly on her cigarette and looked over at me. She exhaled even slower while she leaned her head back. Finally she looked and me.
"How is it?"
"Perfect. I am just finishing and everything is exactly how you like it."
"Good. Go inside and clean my bathrooms. Clean the mirrors, the toilets, the counters, the tubs and showers, clean everything. But especially the glass door on my shower in the master bath. I do not want to see any water spots on that door."
"Yes ma'am."
"Everything you need is in the hall rest room waiting for you."
"Yes ma'am."
I went inside and straight to the hall rest room. Inside were the cleaning supplies and an apron. I wondered about the apron but set it aside. I went to work. I scrubbed and cleaned everything in site, and paid careful attention to her instructions. I was very careful to make sure there was nothing left less than spotless. I was in the master bath working in the shower when she entered.
"Why aren't you wearing your apron?"
"My apron?"
"Yes, you're apron. Surely you saw it."
"Yes but I didn't realize I was supposed to wear it. I'm sorry."
"You should have realized it. It was right there with all of the cleaning supplies. It was obvious that it was for you. Inside work requires an apron Jonathan."
"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry."
I returned to the hall bathroom where I had left the apron. Once I figured it out I tied it on and looked in the mirror. I couldn't believe it but it wasn't too terrible. I went back to the master bath, where all I had left to clean was the glass door for the shower.
"What are you wearing your clothes for under that apron? When you wear the apron, you only wear the apron. Nothing underneath."
I was confused. Nothing? What was that all about?
I shook my head slightly and started to undress. Donna watched me and waited for me to finish getting all my clothes off and put the apron back on.
"Much better. Now finish the shower, I need to use it to get the chlorine off of me."
As I cleaned the shower door Donna took her swim suit off. She stood there naked in the same room as me, teasing me with her sexy body that I longed to touch. When she saw I was finishing, she held her arm out with her suit hanging from her hand, waiting for me to take it. As reached for it she held on to it, looking at me until I turned to look at her.
"Do you like what you see Jonathan?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Then please, take this and my towel to the laundry room. Put them in there and return. You can watch me shower."
I did as Donna asked. When I returned to the master bath I took in the sight of her through the glass door and felt my already stiff cock reach full erection. She looked incredible, her full, round ass and big heaving titties on full display as she washed her hair and soaped her body. I wanted to get in that shower with her and wash every part of her body. I wanted her more than ever right then.
As she got out of the shower she stood there. I realized she was waiting for me and I grabbed her towel and started to dry her off. She looked so good and I was so close to her. I was touching her. I was rubbing and wiping the towel right on her skin. I wanted so bad to lean in and suck on one of her big brown nipples.
"Thank you. Now put lotion on me. All over me, Jonathan."
I squirted some of the lotion that was sitting on the counter into my hand and rubbed it between my them. I started at her shoulders and worked my way down her back. I got more lotion as I needed it and worked it into her skin. When I reached her ass I got down on my knees and looked at her cheeks while my hands worked the lotion into her skin. Down her legs I went, rubbing it into the back of thighs and calves. She turned around and I almost lost control. There I was, still on my knees, looking up at her big, sexy tits. I wanted to jump up and grab them, squeeze them, kiss them, suck them, have my way with them.
I rubbed lotion on the top of her feet and then her shins. I covered her thighs and across the bottom of her stomach. When I had lotioned her stomach and was ready for her titties, I stood up. I had to close my eyes and get control of myself. My hard on was raging. I could hear my own heartbeat. I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and filled my hand with lotion.
I started at the top of her chest and circled her tits with each hand. I rubbed the lotion in and got more in my hand. I rubbed it into her big, soft titties while I looked her in her eyes. I felt her nipples when I got in close to them, and looked down in awe of her sexy boobs. I swallowed deep and reached for more lotion.