The Housekeeper
Saturday afternoon. Sunlight streams through the blinds.
The doorbell rings. She’s here.
Dark skin. Full lips. Delicious curves.
“Hello, Sir”, she says.
“I’m glad you came”, I reply... inhaling every inch of her. “You look nice."
She smiles and makes her way into the room. “What would you like me to do, Sir?”, she asks. What do I want her to do. What do I want. I want to put her over my lap and spank her. I want her face down in the sheets … a fistful of her hair in my hand.
What do I want her to do. I want her to... breathe.
I pour myself a drink and settle into the couch.
She gets down on her hands and knees to clean. She knows that I’m watching her, studying every little movement. The slightest glimpse of exposed skin thrills me.
The harder she works, the more she sweats. The more she sweats, the more visible the outline of her body. I am transfixed by the fullness of her breasts, the jiggle in her ass.
Her clothes hug her body perfectly. I resist the urge to bend her over.
She finishes. We approach the front door. She stands, purse in hand.
“Thank you”, I say.
“Are there any other tasks I can take care of for you while I’m here, Sir?”, she asks.
I hand her some money.
“Well... there is one task”, I say, “but... no; it’s ok.”
“Yes, Sir?”, she asks.
A smile crosses my face.
I laugh. “It’s fine. I appreciate your help today."
I turn to reach for the door.
“Wait”, she says... dropping to her knees.
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Reader Comments (4)
interesting. I really like the way you write. It's to the point. No fucking around with mundane drawn out descriptions, annoying details, just the bare bones, the purpose of the story. I envy that in you. Anyway, great little story. Now I'm going to go see if I can write again.
very hot
oh my oh my! that was an interesting series of images and thought. so unexpected, yet rather erotic. ;)
Nice...very nice *smile.*