I wanted to get to the house but it was Friday and I also didn't want to worry about leftover work.
As I filled in all the blanks on the forms that I was working on I noticed that the cleaning lady had arrived. Had I been here that long? Oh well better than facing this mound of paperwork come Monday.
I continued on and after awhile was left with waiting for the computer to send everything to the main printer.
While waiting I went online to my favorite story site, Literotica.com, and perused the stories. I got up and went to the bathroom and as I returned I saw Brenda, the cleaning lady in my office dusting the desk.
My heart jumped into my throat. My screen saver should have kicked in and covered up my reading material. I settled down and entered my office.
"Good evening Mr. Phelps" Brenda said to me as I entered. "Good evening Brenda. How are you this evening?" I responded as I rounded my desk. The story I was reading on a girls first experience with anal sex was still on the screen. I looked at her and she looked quickly back at the shelves she had moved to dust.
Knowing that the screen saver should have been on and the way that Brenda was watching me when I got behind the desk I was sure she had been looking at the story.
I thought Oh well what's she going to do tell someone. I watched her as she dusted the shelves and then went into the adjoining conference area from my office.
Brenda was in her late 40's and not unattractive. She could probably fix up real nice given the opportunity. She was only 5' if that and she was plump but curvy and very top heavy.
Suddenly my mind was undressing her and I felt my dick start to strain against my pants. I began to fantasize about her kneeling before me naked accepting my cock into her mouth and the eventual eruption covering her face and mouth with my cum.
I looked down to see my pants tented in front of me.
Suddenly her voice came from the conference room "Mr. Phelps. Mr. Phelps would you mind giving me a hand with this." She stood next to a chair and I couldn't imagine what help she needed.
I walked toward the double doors and remembered my erection. Well to late now I'm almost into the room. I try to walk behind the other chairs as I approach her.
She says " Mr. Phelps if you don't mind I need to reach these lights above the table. They are in dire need of cleaning but I'm afraid the chairs are a little to wobbly to get up on."
I reach for the chair pulling the back towards my crotch. She puts a foot into the seat and hiking her skirt puts her other foot onto the table. She stretches and stands up on the table and then turns toward me. "Thank you Mr. Phelps you can go back to your story until I'm through and then help me down if you don't mind."
I am taken aback by the manner in which she says this and I just stare at her.