"I'll be out of your hair today, thanks for cleaning Amelia. Cash is clipped to the fridge." Chase tells me. I've been cleaning his house for a few months and he pays well. Plus, he's hot.
Thanks Chase, I'll do my usual." I say with a smile and he winks and leaves. Why winking turns me on, I'll never know.
My routine is down to a science by now, so I go through it mostly unthinking. Chase is easy to work for. I've often fantasized about him laying me down on his fresh sheets or eating me out as the spin cycle is going. That's probably not as enjoyable as it sounds but still, his face would be in my pussy. I let out a moan and know what I'll have to do when I get home. Turning around, I see someone and startle.
"It's just me, sorry, I thought you heard me come in. Are you OK?" He asks with a concerned look on his face.
"Fine, why?" I look at him quizzically.
"Oh I thought I heard a moan." He says.
Fuck. "Oh, I just realized I didn't get something in my Walmart pickup and it's too late. I'll have to go inside now." Great cover, hopefully he buys it.
"Hmm. Your disappointed sound is pretty satisfying if you ask me." He says, looking me up and down and winks as he walks to the fridge.
My face turns pink and I just chuckle. Jesus, just keep your sounds inside! I chide myself.
"Beer?" He offers.
"I'm on the clock, what would my boss say?" I chuckle.
"I'll convince him to take it easy on you, promise." He says, getting closer to me so our outer arms are touching, heating me up and perking my nipples to where I'm sure they're noticeable.
"Thanks, I'll take a rain check, bossman." I say it more breathily than I intend but I can see he has noticed my nipples.
"I'll take you up on that." Wink.
I'll have to mop myself up if he keeps that up. When I get home, I prop my feet on my headboard and start playing with my pussy, getting it wet. I'm not very patient but I try edging myself. Using my juices, I rub them on my nipples, thinking of Chase. Thinking of his hands being inside me while he's sucking my nipples and I come hard on my fingers. Thank god for fantasies.
Two weeks later I'm back to clean and he's going to leave after his shower. This alters my routine but I give him space. As I come out of the laundry with a load of towels, he comes out of his room, dripping wet in short boxer briefs. Boxer briefs that have his sizeable cock nestled in them. My nipples perk instantly and I stop breathing.
"I didn't realize I had no towels in my bathroom. Sorry Amelia, I figured you'd be downstairs." He doesn't look too embarrassed, more surprised and cocky. Cocksure that I'd be elsewhere. Yes. Cocky. Sure, I'd love some cock.
"No worries, sorry to not have these done, I usually start with your room and restock the towels. Guess I'm slacking. Sorry about that." I'm trying not to stutter or stare at his bulge.
Chase straightens and walks over to me, glancing down at my v neck and very pert nipples. "You OK, Amelia?" He smirks.
"Yy-yes, I'll give you some privacy. Sorry." Smooth, you horny slut. "Here's a towel for you."
"Thanks, I'll hide it for future emergencies." He chuckles and walks back to his room.
Clean up on Aisle 5, hussy melt down.
Again, I go home and this time I shower using my fingers, the shower head and eventually a waterproof vibrating dildo. I fuck myself until the water cools, moaning and saying Chase's name.
Another two weeks later and I'm back, arriving to a note from Chase.
