Wednesday couldn't come quick enough. I'd bought Molly the first of many 'uniforms' and a present. She strolled through the front door exactly on time as always.
She'd done as I'd asked and wore leggings and a conservative top as you would expect a cleaner to do.
She smiled as she looked over at me on her way to commence her cleaning duties. "Good boy, Mr Wilson." I'd also complied with her request and wore a silky robe and nothing else.
I'd asked Molly to call me Sean, but she said I'd always be Mr Wilson to her. The truth be told, I kind of liked it.
Wednesday was also the day she dusted and polished in my lounge room, before brewing some tea for our chat and games. The card and board games had given way to more adult games.
She finished her other cleaning, came into the lounge room and stood so I could see her new uniform on her. "I love it Mr Wilson and I adore the little present you left me."
Her uniform was a sexy French maid outfit. Cliched I know, but ask any man if he doesn't like a woman in such an outfit and very few wouldn't.
It was a dress that consisted of a silky black, very short skirt highlighted by a frilly white petticoat peeking out. The look was finished with thigh high black stay up stockings. The gap between the top of the stockings and the bottom of the petticoat accentuated Molly's creamy smooth, youthful thighs.
Next was a bodice in black and white with little contrasting bows here and there and short, puffy sleeves. There had been white cotton material, to form a blouse above the bodice, but I'd had that professionally removed so that Molly's chest was fully exposed.
I drank in the sight and my eyes settled on Molly's A cup breasts. A lot of women with those sized breasts feel inadequate and have boob jobs to improve their self esteem. Not Molly. She is proud of her delightful breasts just the way the are.
While I was very aware of my erection, I didn't even realise my hand had gone to it and I was stroking it slowly. Molly did though.
She came over to me and fully opened my robe. "That's much better," she said cheekily, "You have as much fun as you like Mr Wilson but," she cupped my balls in the palm of her hand and fondled them, "this is all mine and it feels like there's a lot of it."
She rested my balls on my seat gently and went to the fireplace to dust and polish. Having finished the mantle, I knew Molly would take her time with the hearth and I knew she would bend at the waist to do so.
She was maybe 4 metres from me. Too far for this dirty old man to reach out and touch her, but close enough to get a wonderful view. As she bent slowly, deliberately teasing me, the frilly hem of her skirt and petticoat raised. The anticipation of seeing what she was wearing underneath was almost impossible to bear and she knew it.
Then they came into view. White cotton briefs and not her usual g-string style knickers. Was I disappointed? Not on your nelly. They were divine. Today wasn't about her beautiful bottom, but she couldn't have known that before she arrived.
She wiggled her bum and giggled. I couldn't help but think how sexy that sight and sound was. It wasn't until she moaned unintentionally that I noticed the knickers weren't conforming to the perfect shape of her crotch.
I shouldn't have been surprised that she'd try out her present straight away, but I was. Pleasantly surprised.
Molly moved towards me to dust and polish my coffee table. This had become our favourite part of her cleaning duties. As she approached me, I took great delight in watching her perky breasts jiggle and bounce to her steps.
As she likes to do and as I love her doing, she stood in front of my chair and bent at the waist. Not much dusting or polishing of the coffee table was ever done, but me doing it later was a small price for the rich reward.
Molly wiggled her arse again and I teased her, "Molly, are you hiding something in there?"
