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By (user no longer on site) OP 8 weeks ago
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Back in the early days of redundancy I took a part time job cleaning houses for the families near where I live, just to make some extra money. Generally I was home alone for these jobs but there was one house where the owner worked from home, his wife went out to work, and so he was in the house whenever I was there. The house was pretty big, it took me 5 hours to clean and, in my opinion, had way too many bathrooms! The owner was lovely though, always made me coffee when I arrived and stopped for a quick chat before he had to get back to work in his office.
Slowly, I noticed he took to working on his laptop at the kitchen island while I cleaned their open plan kitchen/living room. I thought he was just being friendly, maybe felt weird about me being alone in his house while he was home, until I realised he wasn't actually working, he was just watching everything I was doing...every bend and stretch and lean, and it didn't look like he was critiquing my cleaning skills. I have to admit, for an older man, he was probably in his late-fifties, he was in great shape and because I like to live dangerously I started to tease...just a little. After all, if he wanted to look, I should give him something to look at.
So I started dressing a little sluttier, leggings that I knew wouldn't pass the squat test so he could see my underwear through them, vest tops with deep v-necks and instead of my usual sports bra went for a plunge that made my tits look even bigger, and bounce a little too much when I moved. I made sure I bent over a little more than necessary and wiggled my ass just a little more than I should. When I lent over the kitchen island as he sat opposite me I tried to make sure my shirt fell open so he had an unobstructed view of my boobs, and I wiped back and forth vigorously, making them shake...just for him to see.
I could tell he liked it, his eyes never left me and any pretence at working was gone. Finally, one day when I moved round to his side of the island, usually he'd move out of my way, but this time he just stayed put and I brushed up against him as I cleaned. I made sure to move a little slow and linger and when I did it again he leaned over and I felt his breath on my ear as he whispered "I know what you're up to"...I played dumb, of course, I didn't want to get fired, but I didn't move away as he turned towards me, fingers moving to lightly touch the bare skin of my arm. I knew if I moved away he wouldn't do anymore, so I leaned in just a little and looked up at him from under my lashes, all innocent tease. He was married, I was the maid and he was paying me to be there and this felt dangerous but I wanted him and I could tell he wanted me. When he stood, I hadn't really registered how tall he was but he was a good foot taller than me and his movement pushed me back against the island, one arm on either side of me so I was caged in his arms. |