Turning to look at Mr. Larson, the lower half of his robe was open, and his boner was flexing the front of his tighty-whitey underwear. His legs were straddled out as far as they could go in the chair, clearly making a show of his arousal when I looked over. There was a subtle smirk across his stubbled lips while he watched me clean. I felt so violated.
Going back to my task, I just had to power through this. My face filled with heat and my cheeks were beet red when I was reaching down to clean the lower shelves of the entertainment center. My lower half was in full view of Mr. Larson. I could have turned the other way, but I imagined this is what he was picturing when he wanted me to clean his house in the buff. If I complied by showing him exactly what he wanted to see, perhaps this could end sooner.
I heard him shuffle in his seat, and I stood up from the carpet. Turning toward him, he had removed his underwear and started stroking his shaft while I worked. Seeing that there was an end table next to him, I walked over in his direction and bent over while I dusted it. He was moaning quietly in my direction. The sound of his hand chafing his member was distracting. I felt like a piece of meat, but this was what I deserved for not hiding when I thought I had been caught the other night.
Mr. Larson may not have even known it was me if I hadn't felt so bold and approached the moon-filled patio door, making it easy to identify me. The lamp was off and the glass beneath it was wiped down quickly. The shelf at the base of the table was cleaned down, holding only a bowl of fake fruit. I kneeled down next to the sofa and cleaned each piece of fruit before returning it back to where it was.
"Stay on your knees, little girl." He said, his breathing elevated.
I glanced toward him, unable to hide that this was uncomfortable for me, but he wasn't phased by my expression. His hand continued stroking up and down his solid nine-inch rod and knew that the longer I stayed, the more pleasure he could take. The next closest thing was the coffee table. Folding the cloth to a clean side, I wet it with ammonia. I crawled on my hands and knees to the table, and Mr. Larson was still pleasuring himself.
The coffee table had a few dried rings from glasses, and some open magazines and mail on top. I organized them. Some of the magazines belonged to Beverly, such as Good Housekeeping. Beneath them, however, were Playboy mags. They were open to the spread of girls who looked similar to me. About four magazines where each bunny model had matching hair color, eyes, or build. It sent a chill down my spine, and I didn't linger on the pages, just closed and stacked them in order of their issue number.
Mr. Larson had been planning this for a long time. I imagined it was since he knew I was alone, he was waiting for some opportunity to present itself. I gave him that window and he opened it. I was kicking myself in the ass over this. Was this worth the relationship I had with David? Was any of it real? I knew how I felt about David, but I didn't know how David felt about me.
My hand was wrapped around a floor lamp, dusting it from base to neck, and the stroking motion of my hand must've set him off, because Bill was groaning and panting quicker. At this point, I felt like it wasn't as big of a deal. If he was masturbating while I worked in the nude, perhaps that would satisfy him. It wasn't going to take me all that long. He was just watching. He could have been doing so much more to me.
The entry room was next and Mr. Larson's cock hadn't exploded yet. He was panting as he got up from his seat in the living room. Bill followed me with an open robe and his underwear discarded in the living room. I was wiping down the square glass pane inside of the front door. Very suddenly, he approached me from behind. I gasped when his weight pushed me forward and my breasts pressed against the cold glass pane. His hands went to my wrists and his cock was nested between my cheeks.
"Mmm, you feel so soft, little girl," he moaned in my ear. He grinded against my backside, feeling his cock nestle between the crevice of my cheeks, moving up and down for his aching need. My breasts were cold against the glass that formed a fog around the outline of my pressed figure. His mouth cupped and nibbled over the side of my neck. God, that was a sensitive spot.
"You said you wouldn't get in my way," I spoke gently, trying not to moan. He hummed against my neck and sucked on a spot until it hurt. Letting it go with a pop of his lips, he released my wrists and smoothed his hands down my curvy figure.
"Can't help it, you're such a tease." I couldn't believe I was hearing that. This was what he wanted, now I was a tease?
"You've been all by yourself yearning for a man to call your own." He kissed down my neck, not missing a single sensitive spot.
He turned me around, and his hand steered my chin to his. Our lips touched and he was humming again like he did before. Against the glass panel in the middle of his wooden front door, he kept me pressed. I suppose having an indiscretion with a widowed man wasn't as shameful as a married man. Still, the thought that neighbors would see me here concerned me. The morning was approaching, and there would be activity going on down his front street soon.
His cock throbbed against my belly, and I could feel precum oozing down my navel while we kissed. His hands clutched my breasts and his pelvis was pressed into my stomach. I wanted him to stop, since I had rested over the last two days so that I could be with David. Though, he knew that. I kicked myself for letting him know the truth as to when I was seeing him again. He did this on purpose.
Once he had his fill of fondling my front, he returned to my neck, nibbling my skin. He could hear it in my breathing and I liked the feeling of it. He sucked and dragged his teeth against the vein along my throat and clamped his thin fingers around my fat breasts. He pulled away and claimed my hand.
He guided me upstairs. The top step was across from a bedroom, and next to the stairway on the left was another bedroom. Down the hall, there was a long closet across from the bathroom, and at the end of the hall was the master bedroom. Mr. Larson guided us in that direction, gripping my hand. My heart was pounding quickly. I was quite certain of what he wanted.
"Didn't you want me to finish cleaning, Mr. Larson?" I asked him as he opened the door to his bedroom. The bed was king sized, with a bed frame made from old polished brass pipes. A dresser on either side of the bed, with bedside tables across from one another. Across from the bed was a tall and narrow entertainment center. It had a 32 inch television sitting on top of it with a VHS installed into the television set.
"You can finish it later." He said hastily and closed the door. He turned the door key and locked us inside. Over in the corner was an open safe about three feet tall. He had my clothes in it and he placed the key inside of the safe. Once he closed the door on the safe, I felt foolish. I let this man trap me in his bedroom and now there wasn't any doubt of what was about to happen.
I was shivering on the inside, feeling the floor fall out from beneath me. He asked when I was seeing David so that he could be the one to spend the night with me, I'm sure of it.
"Get yourself comfortable, baby." He said without looking at me. He turned on his television, which was muted, but had static. There was a blank VHS tape that he put into the machine and pushed play. He turned the volume up about twenty clicks. The movie was a porno, and was in the middle of a scene. An old man and a young girl who looked similar to me. She was laying between the old man's thighs, sucking his dick.
I hadn't watched porn before, and it warmed my muscles on the inside. I knew it was taboo to the church. I could barely breathe or swallow. I was aroused by what I was watching. There was this young girl moaning while her lips were wrapped around a large cock. My face was flush, and I had become so distracted that I had lost sight of Mr. Larson's movements.
He managed to creep next to me and placed a hand on my arm and shoulder. I jumped, but he chuckled and kissed my lips quickly. Mr. Larson ushered me onto the extremely creaky bed and I lied down in the middle. His boner was stiffer than a board. Eagerly, he didn't wait at all and grabbed my knees to open my legs.
Laying down on top of me, his mouth cupped over mine and he moaned at the feeling of skin against skin. He was grinding his waist on top of mine, letting his steel erection slide against my slit. Friction was building, and he didn't allow me to leave the kiss. He pressed my head into the pillow and moaned while his tongue was sweeping against mine. I put my arms around him, but I didn't want to. This was something he knew I needed to comply with, but he expected that I would run away.
The porn in the background was a distraction, but one that kept me focused on what he wanted. Every time the girl was moaning with her mouth full, I felt tingles through my nipples. Anytime the old man was groaning, so was Mr. Larson.
