Cleanliness is next to ...?
Carolyn
I clean houses for a living. In the nude.
I don't do it to be erotic. I live in a small beach community on a barrier island in Florida. While there are only about 30 full time residents, there are over 300 houses or condos, making for a steady vacation market and business for me. People come in on Saturday to enjoy an island vacation and the owners bring me in after they depart to get the house ready for the next family trip or rental. Most of the full timers are elderly, retired folks. The one notable exception is a pretty hot (to me) 50-something guy who sold his technology company.
Tanned, toned, 6', salt-and-pepper hair, Matt splits his time between the island and his boat. Everyone on the island knows him, and he's helped out a number of the older folks with their internet, security, satellite systems, things like that. I've only met him once or twice, but I see him on the beach from time to time.
One thing I learned early on is that cleaning in Florida is hot work. Hot and dirty. Originally I worked in shorts and an old t-shirt, as you would expect. One day at the end of a particularly sweaty job, my last task was cleaning the large walk-in shower in the master bedroom and I thought "What the hell?" turned on the water, stripped down and stepped in. It made the job 10 times easier, and I cooled off and cleaned up in the process. Perfect! From that day on my routine was pretty much the same: I'd let myself in (all of my clients gave me keys, of course), set up my supplies, strip down and get to work. You'd be amazed how much easier the job was!
I can't deny that there was also an element of excitement, though. Walking naked through a stranger's house is going to have a certain psychological effect, and I enjoy it. I'm a hard worker, my clients are always happy, and the work plus living on beach keeps me in pretty good shape. I'm single, 30 years old, maybe 5 pounds above my target weight but still toned and perky.
Every once in a while I'll catch a glimpse of myself in someone's mirror and stop to admire what I see. I keep my blonde hair kind of short which makes my neck look long and thin. I'm small framed, 5 feet tall, with natural breasts that point up and out. As a teen, I had very puffy pink nipples that were kind of an embarrassment at the time (although the boys seemed to like them). They have tightened up over time, but they still puff out when I'm aroused, and they're extremely sensitive. My stomach is flat but a little soft (that 5 pounds again!) and I love my jeweled naval piercing.
As I turn around, I can see that my ass is smooth, round and tight -- not as tight as when I was 18, but I've been told it's "two perfect hands full", and I agree. My legs are thin and tanned, with a stark tan line between them and my creamy white ass. I'm a natural blonde, and the little blonde hairs on my back and thighs are soft and light. Same on my pussy, although I try to keep it shaved. I love the way the smooth skin feels on my mound and labia. And I admit, one of my favorite times to touch myself is when I'm naked in a stranger's house.
Fortunately, a few of my customers are relatively wealthy young families. Couples like that always have a few "fun" items in their dresser drawers or nightstands. I'm very careful, but I always snoop around a little, and sometimes it really pays off. One couple in particularly, the Webers on the south end of the island, has a great collection of kinky toys, things I'd only seen in porn movies. In a drawer under their bed, there were handcuffs and restraints, vibrators, some crazy thing that looked like a rubbery insect, butt plugs of different sizes, and a dildo collection that ranged in size from "that's a nice one" to "Holy shit! No Way!"
I was super nervous the first time I found them. I looked and touched, but was too scared to use any. By time I shut the drawer though, my nipples were puffing out at least an inch and my pussy juice was dripping down my leg. I had to do something, so I lay down on their beautiful canopy bed and began touching myself. Now I realized for the first time that all the mirrors in the room were focused on the bed -- everywhere I looked I saw my body from a different angle, including a mirror right above me inside the canopy! It was like being in a movie!
I started rubbing my breasts, but my nipples were screaming for attention. I alternately pinched and stroked them until I could feel my juices running down the crack of my ass and my pussy lips were swollen double. I trailed my hand along my stomach and brushed the top of my clit -- and almost leaped off the bed! I'd never been so sensitive!
I started stroking my clit, running my fingers up and down my pussy, getting hotter and hotter. I slid two fingers inside my pussy while rubbing my clit with my hand, but it wasn't enough. I slid in a third finger, then a fourth, my body bucking and squirming on the bed. My left hand slid under my ass, and my asshole was sopping wet with pussy juice. For the first time ever, I slid a finger inside my anus and the effect was instantaneous. I started to cum, one orgasm after another, as I pounded my pussy with one hand and, with two fingers now, pounded my ass. Thank god I was alone, because I was yelling like a banshee. My final orgasm squirted cum all over my hands, legs and the bed, and I think I passed out for a moment.
My first thought when I came back around was that I was going to need to re-launder those sheets for sure. My second thought was, I can't wait to try out some of those toys!
Needless to say, that was my favorite house to clean from then on. I made sure it was on my schedule at least 3 times a month, and by the end of the second month had at least tried out most of the toys. The really big dildos were too much for me, but the medium ones were just right. Each vibrator had it's own 'personality', and I had quite of bit of fun with them.
The biggest challenge for me was the collection of butt plugs, though. Now that I knew how sensitive my anus was, I really wanted to explore that aspect of my body. By time the next cleaning was scheduled I had spent so much time thinking about it that I could barely stand it. I stripped off my clothes as soon as I walked in the door and made a beeline for the toy box. I started with the smallest, about the size of my finger.
I lubed up my ass, which was more sensitive than I could have thought possible, and started to slide the plug in. At first the finger sized part slid in easily, but when it came to the bump in the middle I didn't think I was going to be able to take it. But I pushed, and tried to relax my anal muscles, and when it popped in I let out a yelp! I had never felt so full down there.
