I had completely lost track of time. I awoke and glimpsed the clock on the nightstand with half-open eyes. It was just after 9:30 in the morning. I was nude and alone in the bed which was a mess to say the least.
I hadn’t heard Aunt Carol get up and I wondered where she might be. I also realized I’d fallen asleep without eating dinner which accounted for the growling in my stomach. I splashed some water on my face and headed downstairs to get some breakfast.
As I came into the kitchen I found my aunt on the phone. She was talking to what sounded like one of her real estate clients about an appointment later that day. She was topless and wearing only a pair of black pantyhose with no panties underneath. Her pubic hair was pressed and matted under the thin black seam that ran from below her navel around and up the crack of her ass.
Her blond hair was rolled up in four or five very large curlers but she had already put on her makeup. I went over to her and slid one hand between her thighs rubbing her crotch to distraction and tickling her dark nipple with my other index finger. She tried to squirm away so as not to lose her train of thought, fighting back laughter as I fondled her crotch through the taught nylon. I reached down her front and probed her labia with a fast finger before she abruptly hung up.
“You horny bastard”, she said pretending to be upset with me. “These are very important clients of mine and I’ve been working to sell this property for four months and you want me to blow it by..by coming on the phone.”
She laughed at her hyperbole. “Anyway, I just bought this hose and if you run them with your fingernails I’ll be super pissed.”
Breaking into a smile, she stepped over to me, reached between my legs, took my semi-erect penis in her fingers, and squeezed it firmly at the base. She drew her mouth up to mine and gave me a very warm, wet kiss that left a smear of fresh lipstick on my mouth. I held her for a moment while she took a paper towel and wiped it off.
“I really wish I could enjoy the whole day with you but this is business and anyway I should be back no later than three or four this afternoon.”
I sat down with a cup of coffee and put a frozen breakfast in the microwave. She sat down opposite me looking over with a rather wry grin.
“I was hoping I’d be here with you when Mrs. Grubmeyer and her cleaning ladies come in this morning but I guess you’ll have to get through it yourself”.
“Cleaning ladies? How many do you need? Any anyway, what do you mean get through it. I mean they’re not going to jump me like you did, are they?”, I asked laughing at my own absurd joke.
As I began to eat my sausage and eggs she told me a bizarre story.
“Mrs. Grubmeyer is a very nice older lady in her 50’s and a friend for many years with a very ‘unique’ cleaning service. She brings in usually two or three adult women each week who share a certain fantasy or fetish that I don’t think you, as a male, would fully understand. She hires women who enjoy and are very excited by doing cleaning chores and housework in a stranger’s home while… while undressed… actually quite nude… except of course for their shoes or rubber gloves and such.”
I swallowed the coffee that had been propelled up my nasal cavity at her revelation and remarked, “You’re kidding?”
“You might be surprised at what many women find erotic. Lots of women like to spice up boring housework by cleaning or vacuuming in the nude, some while their lover watches. These ladies just like doing it in strange places and getting paid something for it as well. I’ve already told Mrs. Grubmeyer you’d be here and she was delighted. I make it even more exciting for her helpers to know they are being watched as long as you follow the rules and don’t… lose control. I want you to save yourself for me when I get back so no touching… not them and not… yourself. OK? You can talk to them if you wish but they probably prefer you just act invisible. If this is too silly for you, you can just go out until they’re done and I get back but… they’ll be disappointed.”
I imagined it might be kind of exciting to sit and watch a house full of young, horny lovelies prance about nude for me while dusting and washing, kind of like a French maid fantasy or something.
“OK, I’ll stick around I guess. I’ve got to get cleaned up myself first though and I wanted to do some laps in the pool to get ready for swim team. When are they coming?”
“In about an hour so we both better get a move on. Oh… and thanks again for being so mature. You’ll have fun… but remember the rules.”
She gave me another kiss and I followed her up the stairs as she finished getting dressed. She unrolled and brushed out her shoulder length hair then took a light gray tweed skirt and jacket out of her closet and laid it on the bed. She slipped on a lacy white bra commenting that ordinarily she wouldn’t bother with a bra but she wanted to keep things businesslike.
She stepped into the skirt and pulled it up zipping it in back. It was a bit short and tight but really showed off her legs after stepping into her black high heels. I helped her with her expensive gold link necklace while she inserted in her gold hoop earrings.
She slipped on a very light silk blouse that buttoned just below the top of her bra letting the tiniest bit of lace show. Finally, she tucked in her blouse, put on the jacket, smoothed her skirt in the mirror one last time, and blew me a kiss as she disappeared down the stairs. I heard her car leave as I turned on the shower and stepped in. I left it on the cold side to try to bring me back to reality.
******
The chilly shower and breakfast had gotten me back up to speed. I even took a minute to shave the stubble of hair that had been emerging on my shins and calves. I had never developed a lot a body hair which was great with me since I tried to keep as smooth as possible for swimming. After toweling off I put on a pair of flip-flops and went out by the pool in the nude to catch some sun.
About ten minutes later, I could hear a car, probably a station wagon or van, pull up in the driveway and the sound of several women talking as they got out. Well, if they were ready for me I guess I was ready for them.
The first woman must have been Mrs. Grubmeyer. She was slightly grayed and barely five feet tall wearing a green uniform dress and very sensible heeled black pumps with tan stockings. She spotted me as I came in and greeted me with a wide grin and slight German accent.
“Well, you are Christopher, yes?” As she took my hand. “We are the ladies who will be cleaning for you. And your aunt, she has told you… all of what we… you understand?”
“Sure. I’m just part of the furniture so you ladies just do your thing and don’t mind… me… ah…”
I was looking past Mrs. G. At the two other women who were now coming through the door. One was an older white woman in her 40’s or 50’s with a very nice, slim figure and dressed in a simple blouse and black slacks. Her name I learned was Maxine and she would be cleaning upstairs. She looked only at my crotch as she came in avoiding my gaze for the moment. The other woman was black and in her early 30’s I guessed although it was hard to tell since she was quite overweight. She wore a black dress with a white collar which was too short for her heavy legs especially with the rather spiky high heels she wore on her ample feet. The front was buttoned rather low exposing her massive cleavage supported by a substantial black lace bra from below. Her name was Tanya and she would clean the downstairs, the bathrooms, and do the washing. She carried a large shopping bag with her and smiled broadly as she looked me directly in the eyes, walked past and trundled to the large utility area next to the kitchen to “change”.
There was almost no conversation between them except Mrs. G. Who was explaining what needed to be done. She unbuttoned her dress and pulled it over her head hanging it on a coat hanger on the wall hook. She was wearing a white bra with control top pantyhose and white nylon briefs underneath. Without the slightest self-consciousness she unhooked the bra and removed it letting her breasts drop free.
She had large aureoles and wrinkled nipples that seemed to firm up as she exposed them to view. Next, she stepped out of her shoes and in one motion slid her pantyhose and briefs over her hips and down her legs. Her pubic hair was thin and trimmed in a small triangle below the sensuous paunch of her mature belly. Her thighs were fleshy and not sinuous as were her calves and her buttocks jiggled some as she stepped back into her high heels.
She took a breath and from the flush on her face and chest I could tell that she was genuinely aroused by the perversity of what she was doing.
“Well, first to work and then maybe we play, ya?” She grinned as she slid right past me barely missing my rising cock.
Maxine had just removed her things as well and seemed the most nervous. She had on a large diamond wedding set so I knew she was married and probably a grandmother. I tried read her face to get a sense of why she was doing this but she seemed a bit shy. I was not about to stop her from parading about nude before me though.
Her breasts, although sagging a bit, still had a nice round shape and her nipples were small and dusty pink. Her buttocks and thighs were a bit on the thin side. She had worn nylon thigh tops under her slacks and I thought her legs looked better with them on but she wanted to be totally nude.
When she turned and faced me I saw that she was completely shaved which seemed even more perverse for a woman of her years. I couldn’t see her doing it to wear a bikini at the beach so it must have been for the shear sensation of it. I had a lot to learn about the inner fantasies of middle-aged women.
Then she did something that caused me to blush and my cock to twitch. She looked up directly into my eyes and with one hand reached down between her legs and began rubbing herself as if to taunt me and test her own will at the same time. Only when she heard a chuckle from Tanya did she end her tease and proceed upstairs to begin her cleaning.
Tanya waited until the other ladies had undressed in front of me to make sure she had my full attention. She was going to strip for me and despite her weight she had the mind of centerfold.
She grabbed her skirt in her hands and lifted it to her waist exposing the dark nylons and garters she wore underneath. The welts cut into her fleshy thighs as they were pulled taught by her garters. Carefully she slid off each stocking before pulling the dress over her head.
She wore a black one piece foundation underneath that constrained her massive bosom, belly, and buttocks. It had a zipper in back which she lowered to the crack of her ass then dropped her top. Her black breasts flopped out and merged with the top of her protruding belly. Each was capped by a huge, velvety areola and nipple as deep black as ebony and fully erect jutting out a full two inches.
She took a deep breath and pushed the foundation over her belly and hips wiggling it down her massive thighs and dropping it to her ankles. Underneath she had on a pair of black mesh panties that were almost transparent. She tucked her fingers under the waistband and sensuously peeled the final veil from her body.
My mouth grew dry as I gazed at her mottled, voluptuous ass that curved up and out like a dark brown pillow with a deep crack splitting it in the middle. I took all my willpower to resist biting her gorgeous expanse of woman flesh and burying my face between her warm cheeks but rules were rules.
Her belly was almost as sensuous occluding all but the lowest portion of her dark pubic hair at the apex of her broad thighs. This was a big, beautiful woman who was clearly turned on by her ample body and not at all reluctant to reveal it to her young admirer.
Rather than just step into her high heels she sat down on the metal folding chair next to the washer. The cool metal must have surprised her as she pressed her bare backside against it because I noticed her quiver a bit as she sat. With firm deliberation she put one leg up on the washer leaving the other one on the ground and spreading her thighs as wide as her pelvis could go.
My gaze moved from her cherub face to the dark fringe of her thick black pubic curls and then to the deep black outer lips of her pussy. They provided a dark frame for the crimson and pink inner membranes of her womanhood that she now so shamelessly modeled for me. She was glistening wet and my erection signaled my approval more than words could ever do.
She brought her one leg across the other and slid the tight high heel over one foot then repeated the process with the other foot making a special effort to open her legs wide each time. In slow motion she stood up and sauntered past me to her duties in the kitchen.
I stayed only long enough to examine the chair and admire the large wet smear she had deposited on it. It begged to be tasted but I knew I was losing control fast. Still, I had promised Aunt Carol to save myself for her. I resolved to just let the ladies have their fun and enjoy the ride. Anyway, what more could they do while still cleaning this big house in less than four hours?