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   Housecleaning in Heels

   (Fsolo, Msolo)

   "Hi-heeled Housecleaning" read the online ad under "adult services". 
"In apron & heels, bending over, scrubbing, dusting.  On my hands and knees
to clean your home or office.  Days only."

   I wrote back with my requirements.  "Would you do residential dusting
and vacuuming wearing nothing but a pair of heels and an (optional I hope)
apron for that first hour rate?  Are you bonded & insured?" A response came
back that indicating that there was room for negotiation on attire but she
was neither bonded nor insured.

   Sue arrived a few minutes after having been slightly lost and calling to
get directions.  I watched as a frumpy minivan pulled into my driveway. 
Thankfully, I observed a stunning, slender woman exit the vehicle in the
direction of my door.  Sue presented the brightest smile and a firm
handshake to my obvious delight.  My attempt to negotiate a fully nude
cleaning was not going anywhere, so we took care of financial obligations
at the dining room table where she reiterated the rules: "NO touching." "No
touching you," I agreed and I showed her to the bathroom.  "I plan to get
comfortable as well," I informed Sue as she closed the door.

   Seated at my desk when she came out, I was greeted with a delightful
vision.  This tall woman wore a see-thru apron that barely came down to her
g-string covered crotch.  Her red (gartered) stockings covered a fine pair
of legs.  Red heels finished off the outfit.  I could tell, however, this
was a very sexual woman underneath it all.

   Presenting herself in my home office with a smile that lit up the room,
she asked, "Where do I start?" I replied that in spite of her home-made
apron being so cute, removing it would be a good place to start.  Cash
assisted in the loss of the apron and g-string.  In spite of her oozing
sexuality, I could tell she was having self-confidence issues.  It probably
did not help that I had taken off everything except my briefs.

   Sue began dusting as directed with plenty of bending over.  I began
pleasuring my semi-erect cock.  We made plenty of small talk as she
efficiently removed, dusted and set aside a plethora of crap.  The sexual
affect of every movement was not lost on me.

   Even as she finished the dusting, well before the hour was up, her hands
were still shaking from nerves.  Her boldness, however, had increased.  I
almost got in trouble when I leaned forward and softly exhaled on her
exposed pussy and ass.  She bolted up (6' tall I swear) and said, "Too
close!" I said, "Sue, you said no touching and I did not touch." The cute
nose wrinkled and she thought about it.  "You're right, you didn't."

   She asked, "What's next to be cleaned?" I explained that since she had
worked so hard and had finished the project at hand it was time to take a
break and pleasure herself.  I moved my briefcase from the guest chair and
sat down in my office chair across from her.

   Having spent most of the hour assuring her than her A-cup breasts with
gorgeous nipples were enough for a man to desire and that even though one
pussy lip was longer than the other, it was a joy to behold her.  It helped
that I pointed out that nearly everyone's body is asymmetrical.  Heck, my
right ear is slightly higher than my left!  Or is my left one lower?

   With some coaxing, Sue slid to the edge of chair and opened her legs. 
It then took only the slightest encouragement for her to begin running her
fingers up and down her delicious-looking love slit, spreading the lips
open and manipulating her clitoris.

   Sue's self-ministrations grew as did the hardness of my cock.  It was a
pleasure to see her gaze go from my cock to meet my eyes and back.  My eyes
were doing the same.  At the same time I noticed her chest start heaving, I
heard the squishy sounds of Sue's increased wetness.  My breath quickened
as well for I could smell the scent of her sex in the air.

   "Sue, have you ever tasted yourself?" I queried.  Her frown confirmed
her answer, "No." I returned, "May I please?" "Do you really want to taste
me?" "Yes, Sue, I do want to taste." "Really?" "You smell delightful and I
promise I won't touch." To my surprise and delight, she opened her long
legs even further and dug deep with her middle finger.  She offered her
social finger, glistening with fluids once inside her, to my waiting
tongue. It was the finest nectar, aged 46 years to perfection.  I felt the
pre-cum gush from the end of my cock as I savored the flavor of her juices
upon my taste buds.  I sat back to savor the view of her continued
self-pleasuring.

   Suddenly her legs popped up the air with a cry when her back arched! 
Sue's feet hit the floor and she gracefully stood; I feared the show was
over.  Now it was time to beg.  "Please, Sue, don't stop what you've
started," I eked out between breaths.  Sue turned to face me and as her
eyes diverted to my cock her hand diverted back to her pussy.  The hand was
nearly frantic in its speed.

   I was impressed that as another orgasm shook her lithe body while she
stood, Sue managed not to fall, grabbing the printer stand for support. 
"Why don't you bend over the chair so I can see, please?" was my breathless
request to this vixen.

   Grateful for her compliance, I stroked ever faster.  "Agghhh!" Sue cried
as her supporting arm collapsed on the chair and she fell face first in the
throes of orgasm #3.  I began groaning and pumping the wash cloth full of
my cum as she presented her spasming pussy and ass for my view.

   After some moments, Sue managed to stand up and regain her composure. 
"Well, I need to be going," she stated breathlessly.  "Yes," I concurred,
but not because the hour was up.
   I still need my desktop dusted...I wonder if she's available next week?