The morning had begun like any other. Dressed in your black and white uniform, you moved about the house cleaning and neatening. The day started to change when you went to make the bed in the master bedroom. You were leaning over, straightening one side of the linen, when you heard me behind you. Thinking nothing of it, you continued. You felt your face flush as you realized that I was watching you. The flush grew more fierce as you realized how short your skirt really was. You could almost feel my eyes on the tops of your thighs; you could almost feel it as you leaned forward a little more that my eyes had moved upwards to the barely covered curve of your arse cheek. You were, however, glad that you were wearing underwear as you knew they would cover, however vaguely, your modesty.
You knew you had spent too much time on this side of the bed, and you knew that it was because you liked the attention I was giving you, but as you were about to stand up to move to the other side of the master bed, you felt me behind you, my hand rubbed your hip on top of the fabric of your skirt, but my crotch was close, and you could feel my hardness pressing into your arse.
It aroused you that you could have that effect on me just from making a bed, it gave you a boost to your ego, and so as you felt my hand drift down, just past the fabric of your skirt to touch your skin, you jumped up and skipped over to the other side of the bed. I, however, did not move, much to your disappointment. Instead, I stood there opposite you as you bent forward to smooth the covers. It was then that you saw why I had not moved.
Your top, being somewhat low, always showed a small amount of cleavage. However, when you were leaning over, it showed more than a little. You may as well have been topless in this position as it revealed all. You flushed all the more at the fact that you were giving your boss a show. After several breaths, you got up to leave. As you walked past me, however, I stepped in behind you, my left arm grabbing just under your right breast, my cock pressing into you. Feeling the commanding presence and controlling force made you sigh just slightly before you twisted from my grasp and giggled as you pranced from the room.
Although you did not know it, my cock pulsed as you pranced away because your skirt lifted up with your skip revealing the lacy black lingerie beneath. I caught up with you again in the bathroom. You had a cloth in hand and were vigorously rubbing at the glass shower door. I just leaned on the door frame and watched you as you finished cleaning the top of the glass and worked your way downwards. Soon you were leaning over, and I once again got to watch as your arse was revealed.
This time, however, it jiggled in a very appealing manner, and thoughts that should not have crossed my mind started to make themselves known. Before I could do anything about it, however, you stood up and jumped into the shower to clean the inside of the glass. The show was similar but with your beautiful breasts jiggling instead of your arse. By this point, you had stopped being shy or embarrassed, and your formerly flushed skin was again your milky white. God, how I wanted to fuck you at that point, and you could see it in my eyes as you looked up, but diligently you continued to clean content to let me wait because you had a plan in mind.
You left the bathroom quickly, and I lost sight of you for a time. But when I found you, I was intrigued. You were on your hands and knees in the kitchen, with a bucket preparing to scrub the grout. You were facing towards me but were too low for me to see your cleavage. I thought for a moment that you were done playing with me before I remembered why you had confused me. The tiles were cleaned once a week, and you did them yesterday. I walked around you and headed for the kettle just as a ploy to have a good look at you, and what I found surprised even me.