You'll need to read Pt.01 to discover how we got here.
Molly cleaned for me on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Our first mutual encounter happened on a Friday, so there were three days before I'd see her again. My cock ached for her all weekend.
On Monday, I sat in my lounge room and the front door opened exactly at the same time it did every day Molly cleaned and my heart skipped a beat. She wore her now usual long coat and she smiled broadly at me as she took it off, looking for approval of what she wore beneath.
My expression must have given me away, because without me uttering a word she said, "I'm glad you like it Mr Wilson." Like it? I loved it.
Her top was sheer, white, satiny and completely see through. As usual, she was braless. She did a 360 turn to show me her dark blue and green tartan, pleated micro mini skirt. As she twirled, the hem only raised half an inch but revealed the bottom of her bare arse cheeks at the back and just a hint of panty material at the front which appeared to match the material of her top.
Without another word, she scooted off to perform her cleaning duties. She must have been in a hurry, because she brought our tea out ten minutes earlier than usual. She laid her cup and saucer down first, bending towards me and baring her tiny breasts.
She then came around the coffee table and bent at the waist to set mine down. She paused there, expecting something from me that didn't come.
I cleared my throat and said in a very serious voice, "Molly. There's something I need to talk to you about". She straightened and turned to face me. Her expression was nothing less than crestfallen.
I patted the right arm of my lounge chair and said, "Molly, come and stand beside my chair." She did.
"Look, I really appreciate your thoughtfulness and all the trouble you've gone to, to dress up for me and cover it up with your long coat, but I think you should come dressed to clean the way you used to."
I thought she was going to cry and I continued as my right hand went between her bare thighs and stroked them sensually. "It's spring now and people might become suspicious about you arriving in a long coat. I'll buy some outfits for you," I continued as my hand rose up her thigh and she separated her feet to accommodate my hand.
"You can come dressed in a normal way and you can use my guest room to change." I could feel her relief in the air and her whole body relaxed, her panty clad pussy dropping into my upturned palm.
I gave he pussy a little stroke through he panties and then slapped her arse. "Now, get on with your work and when you've finished, I have something to show you."
I'd decided someone needed to take the lead in this and what I'd just done had asserted that. I didn't want to dominate Molly, though. Her confidence and youthful exuberance were as attractive qualities as her cute little body and her dress sense.
I didn't want to stifle those qualities in her. I still wanted her to tease me, to surprise me, to contribute her desires and let me know what she wanted.
When she brought our tea, she deliberately sat so I could see her panties up her skirt. Her confidence had returned. "Mr Wilson, I thought for sure you were going to tell me we had to stop playing. You don't want to stop, do you?"
