The bell for the front door and through the halls as he stepped down the stairs and peeked through the hole. His jaw nearly hit the floor as his eyes slowly rake up and down her body. The woman standing outside of the door is dressed only in a typical maid uniform and carrying a tote of cleaning product. For the first time, he had hired a house cleaner who would be by today, but he can't help but doubt this was genuinely the person they had sent. His thoughts were derailed as the chime from the bell rings through the house again, and he snaps out of her trance before pulling the door open.
"Hello?" He calls out ahead of him.
"Hello, Mr. Wheeler! My name is Kyra, I'll be cleaning your home this afternoon!"
"Oh. Um, hello there. Please, call me Kyle. The cleaning company did mention someone would be by today.."
"Oh yes, I was already filled in on what all you would like done today. I will try my best to stay out of your way, but if there are any housekeeping duties you'd like me to add to my list while I'm here, please let me know! I'm more than happy to do anything I can for you today." She said with a big smile and he couldn't help but feel his member threaten to grow with excitement as he welcomed her into his home. Did all maids actually wear those skimpy dresses? he thought to himself.
She wonders from room to room in the home, him following close behind to explain each room and try to list off anything he could imagine might need to be cleaned inside. He found himself struggling to pull his eyes from her thighs, and eventually her ass. It teased peaking out ever so slightly with every step, and the feeling in his cock began to become something he could no longer ignore.
They finished up the miniature tour and she quickly set off to work, moving from room to room and tidying every mess insight. He settled back in his office and desperately switched from game to game trying to find a distraction. Regardless of what he put on the screen, his mind could only focus on what sight might be kept secret beneath her dress. Why would someone wear a dress so short to work anyway? he found himself wondering. One wrong move or overextension and you're completely exposed in a stranger's home. There was no denying the hard-on in his pants at the thought, and before he could process the thought, he was on his feet and walking to the kitchen.
Brewing a cup of coffee, he sits on a barstool at his kitchen counter and curiously peaks into the open living room. She's so busy organizing and dusting the entertainment system, he's not even sure she heard him walk in. If she were to find him staring she might find it uncomfortable, but he can't bring himself to look away. As she finishes the top shelves, she bends at the waist to start on the lower shelves, and her entire ass is out. He and his dick are immediately drawn to attention and before his mind can process his movements, his hand is in his pants rubbing slowly. Her hips swayed slightly as she worked and he couldn't help but roll his eyes. It felt as though she was doing everything completely intentionally; as if she knew he was watching. She stood suddenly and turned to face the couch. He lowered his head to the phone screen below him and pretended he wasn't just stroking his cock to the maid. He thought he heard her giggle but he didn't dare move his eyes from the screen.
After what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to peek and found her vacuuming through the couch cushions. He snuck out of the kitchen and found another angle to enjoy the view from behind.
He pressed himself into her behind, his hands instinctually gripping her hips.
"What are you doing?" she calls behind herself but making no effort to stop him. He swears he can feel her lightly lean back against him. "I'm supposed to be working... we shouldn't be doing this." He's confident that she is equally as interested as him, and grips her hips tighter to keep her in place. His movement begins to change from rubbing to more of a thrust against her. He could hear her beginning to moan beneath him, only causing his dick to grow harder and his thrusts to slowly become more forceful. "We... we really... should stop." she stammers out below him. He knows she's enjoying it. Why is she trying so hard to deny the obvious? Does he just need to show her that she likes it?
His hand slips from her hips to the hem of her dress as he continues to thrust into her, pulling her body against him with his opposite hand. She lets out a low 'oh god' and his fingers move themselves to her panties. She gasps at the feeling of his fingers.
