'What the fuck!' I said to myself, seeing a car in the middle of my driveway which left me no room to park beside or behind it.
Lucy, the usual housecleaner, knew to park on the left so if I came home early I could pull into the garage.
But that wasn't Lucy's car. She'd texted that a substitute would clean this afternoon. The sub must have forgotten Lucy's directions. I'd have to park on the street.
Already nursing a headache from a stressful day at work, I opened the front door with an added resentment only to be assaulted by the sounds of rock music competing with a vacuum cleaner.
The pain in my head shot up another notch.
Attacking the steps two at a time to the upstairs bedrooms, I followed the noise down the hallway to the guest bedroom.
There stood the substitute worker in bra and panties, vacuuming around a nightstand.
My headache suddenly disappeared.
**
She looked to be in her late thirties, less than five-feet tall, dark complexioned with thick black hair falling past her shoulders. I watched her for half a minute before she noticed me in the doorway.
Then she covered her mouth, startled but not embarrassed. Turned off the vacuum, then the music on her boom box. "Lucy didn't tell me you'd be coming home while I was here."
"Sorry," I said. "I usually don't."
Her full, pear-shaped breasts swayed as she approached, her wide smile revealing straight white teeth. "You must be Luke?"
"Yes."
Her large brown eyes gave me a once over. Then she held out her hand. "I'm Ramona."
The stirring in my nether region reminded me how socially isolated I'd become in recent months. It had been ages since I'd gone out with friends, to say nothing of an actual date and never with someone as young as Ramona.
I was already smitten by her beauty and direct manner.
"I like to clean in my undies when nobody's--"
"--that's okay, Ramona," I said. "I have no problem with how you're dressed, or in this case, undressed."
She giggled.
I couldn't help but ogle the way her breasts fought the constraints of her bra. "You look very beautiful, by the way."
She gave me a flirtatious smile, shifted her weight. And when, not so subtly, she thrust forward a hip, my gaze went to the trimmed triangle of hair visible beneath her lace panties.
When my attention returned to her face she had a wicked grin ready for me.
"You're tall," she said, running her tongue over full lips.
The observation needed no response. I towered over her by a good fifteen inches. "Glad to meet you, Ramona," I said, realizing I should have introduced myself to her first.
"You have a lovely home."
"Thanks."
"So many rooms."
"Yes."
"And you live here by yourself, Lucy says."
"Correct."
She moved a step closer, giving me a playful look as she placed a hand over one breast. "You're sure you don't want me to put on some clothes?"
I swallowed hard as I studied her cleavage, imagining those fleshy boobs brushing on either side of my face. "Not on my account. You look very lovely."
"Thank you so much," she said, looking up at me as she pulled on the front of her bra, ostensibly, I assumed, to adjust it. But it soon became obvious that she simply wanted to show me even more of her breasts.
"Oh dear!" she said, giving me a wicked grin. "I seem to be having a little problem. I'd be happy to get dressed if you don't want to see so much of me."
It took every ounce of willpower to stifle the groan forming in my throat. "No, Ramona. You're fine. More than fine, actually."
When she stepped even closer, within my personal space, I knew she was telling me we were now on equal footing. I no longer her temporary employer.
And if I had any doubts about where I was letting Ramona lead me, my swelling cock and her next question erased them.
"Do you think I look sexy?"
I glanced at her erect nipples peeking from her bra. "You look stunning."
She shot me a mischievous grin. "That's not what I asked, Luke." She did a slow turn to show me one of her ass cheeks. Then moved as close as possible without actually touching.
"I asked if you thought I looked sexy," she said in a whisper.
"You look amazingly sexy!"
Her face lit up even more. "Thanks! Lucy said you were an old man, but you don't look that old to me."
"I must be at least twenty years older than you, Ramona."
She thought for a moment. "Then you're in your late fifties?"
"Close enough," I said, not wanting to admit I'd said goodbye to that decade three years ago.
"Okay," she said.
It felt good to know that our age difference didn't bother her.
"Such a large house. I'd be very lonely living here by myself."
"Yes, sometimes that's true for me."
"I can only imagine," she said. She studied my face before asking the next question: "But you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
She put a hand on my shoulder and snuggled next to me. "Would you like one? I would make sure you are not lonely in this big house."
I looked down at her face, then at her breasts that never seemed to stop moving in her bra.
The ache of my arousal grew more intense as I imagined my hands cupping those breasts, and her cries as I bit her nipples.
"Yes, Ramona," I said. "I'd like that very much."
She gyrated her hips slowly. "Give me ten minutes to finish. Then I'll be your girlfriend."
I eyed her fleshy thighs and imagined parting them, savoring the warmth and wetness between them.
"You look delicious enough to eat!" I said, drunk with desire.
She gave me a naughty grin. "If I did let you eat me, where would you begin?"
I stared at her nipples, then the hair between her legs, no longer concerned about concealing my lustful interest. "You're not asking the right question."
"Oh?" she said with a coquettish grin. "Please correct me."
She gasped when I tugged on the waistband of her panties.
"The question, Ramona, is where would I finish!"
She giggled, covering her mouth as she studied my face, then glanced at my crotch. She wet her index finger and brushed it over my lips. "I have a pretty good idea where that would be."
Licked her finger in a way that suggested fellatio, rubbed it against the front of her panties, then between her legs. "But my first question to you still stands. I do want to know where you would begin."
I grabbed her hand and lifted it above her head.
"What're you doing?" she said, her breathing growing rapid.
I licked the inside of her upper arm, from her elbow to her armpit. She gasped. Then moved to her bicep, sucking the firm flesh, gently biting.
"Oh my god," she said.
She whimpered when I licked her bare shoulder. "You're making me dizzy."
"Then you'd better lay on the bed. I wouldn't want you to fall, even on this plush carpet."
Once settled on the bed I nibbled more on her shoulder. "How am I doing?"
"So far I'm impressed."
"So far," I said. "You don't know for sure?"
"I'm afraid not," she said, grinning.
Most of each breast had tumbled from its cup so I licked her left one, my tongue edging toward but never touching the nipple.
She arched her back. "Oh god!"
I filled my mouth with her flesh, sucked hard, savoring her groans. Then tongued more of the breast, but careful to avoid her nipple.
"Goddam," she said, sliding a hand inside her panties.
