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Subject: RP: author - deirdre : Recommendation - recommnd.txt
From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com>
Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 06:10:44 -0700
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Recommendation
by Deirdre
	
Joan's house was neat and spotless--just how I wanted my
house to be. I knew she had a neighborhood girl coming in to
clean it and needed no better proof that it would be no mistake
to hire the girl myself. I called. Yes, Anna would love some
more work. We chose to talk about it the following afternoon and
she was right on time, at 3PM.
	Anna glanced around the house and we talked about best
times during the week for her to come over. She said Joan loaned
her a key, which made sense to me since it would allow me to
stay out without worrying about getting home to let her in. Then
she looked around the house a bit and started picking up the
family room.
	Anna is really a slight little teenager if as tall as I
am and it was a little hard to imagine her doing all the hard
work that must be necessary to keep Joan's place so perfect. I
peeked in the family room and for a moment, watched as she
dusted. She was wearing cutoffs and wore a top that hugged her
body. Her breasts were rather small but her legs were very long
and attractive. Her brown hair hung straight, to her shoulders.
I thought of Kurt--I knew he'd have to watch himself very
carefully if he planned to keep his eyes off her.
	She left at 4:30, leaving the family room and the living
room looking very creditable. The next day I told Joan what I'd
arranged.
	"Don't hire her!" she said. I was taken aback--Joan
sounded so vociferous.
	"Why not?" I returned, "your house always looks great.
	Joan didn't answer right away. "Just don't do it; you...
you won't like it," she finally added. I couldn't get any more
out of her. I couldn't figure out what her angle was.
	The next day Anna was back at 3PM, to do the kitchen.
She was dressed as before but her top was short enough to show
her tummy in front, which was flat as a board. She called me Mrs
Stevenson when she greeted me and smiled at me.	She had a friendly 
smile and didn't seem in the leastshy. We worked on the kitchen 
together because I wanted to
rearrange a few things as well as get it in good enough shape
that a relatively easy weekly cleaning would keep it looking
great.
	I thought about Anna that evening. I had been watching
her. I felt guilty admiring a little teenager's body. What would
her innocent mind make of my secret thoughts?
	The next day I got home after she was to start. It was
evident from when I opened the front door that she was
vacuuming. I had a start when I found her: she was wearing
nothing but a bra and panties!
	"Oh, I often dress like this, especially if I'm doing
something more active. Sometimes I even undress completely if
I'm scrubbing the bathroom or something!"
	"But my husband could just walk in."
	"That's true..." she said and she thought, "Well, I'd
hear him if I didn't have the vacuum on and my bra and panties
really aren't different than a swimsuit." I didn't say any more
but I should have. I could imagine Kurt seeing that slim body
with just that thin fabric covering it. I figured she didn't
quite realize how sexy she was.
	I guess I got used to seeing her dressed like that but I
was a bit taken aback the first time I looked in a bathroom and
she was completely nude. She stood up and said "Hi" and I just
stared. I know I didn't look like that when I was a teenager.
Maybe it was just me, but it seemed like she was nude a lot
after that.
	One day I was just thinking about getting supper started
and Kurt came up from the basement. I hadn't realized he was
home and I immediately recalled that I'd come home to find Anna
working that afternoon. She'd come out of the family room
completely dressed, the first time in weeks that I'd come home
to find her like that. Anna and Kurt had been in the house at
the same time! Kurt didn't say anything about it. I didn't bring
it up but it gnawed on me all night.
	She was nude doing the kitchen floor one day. She told
me it was much better doing work like that without worrying
about your clothes. She said I should try working on the
bathroom like that and I'd see. She was just finishing the
kitchen and pulled me to the bathroom and suggested we both do
it.
	"Come on!" she said, waiting for me to get undressed.
Yes, I actually did it.
	I found myself standing there, nude, facing Anna. She
deliberately glanced down at my body and back to my face and
gave me a little grin. Then she handed me a bucket and sponge.
She didn't actually work much but watched as I worked, giving me
pointers here and there. It was good not having to worry about
getting your clothes wet but that seemed little compensation for
the embarrassment.
	After that, when I got home, she'd often invite me to
help her. It did get the work done faster and she didn't seem to
mind cutting her hours a bit. I noticed that sometimes she just
watched me work. Then one day when we had to do a bathroom, she
said she had an errand to run. She said she could be back in 20
minutes and I continued working. Soon she was back while I was
finishing up.
	"Just about done?" she asked. She was standing the
doorway, fully dressed and I was nude. I was used to being nude
in front of her but this was still a little embarrassing. I
stood up.
	"You did good!" she added with a smile. She gave my rear
a little pat. She said it turned out that she couldn't stay but
suggested I do another bathroom and stuck around until I got
started. That night I couldn't get my mind off her patting my
rear like that. Such a slip of a girl.
	The next day I was home when she came over and she
started by looking over both bathrooms. She said I did a good
job. Then she said it turned out she had another errand to run
and she suggested I do the third bathroom while she was gone.
She waited while I got things ready and watched while I took off
my clothes. She watched me work for a minute and then told me I
could start on the kitchen floor if she weren't back yet. That's
where she found me when she returned.
	"You're a good little worker," she said and suggested we
look over the bathroom. She took my hand and pulled me. We stood
in the doorway looking in and she slipped an arm around my back.
"Nice job!" she added. Her hand was on my hip. I was so close to
her. Something--some magnetism was making me want to lean over
and kiss her. She smiled at me and suggested I vacuum. She
watched me for a little while--then she was gone. I don't know
where. I lay awake that night, thinking about her being so close
to me like that.
	The next day, she wasn't there at the usual time. I
started dusting the family room. She came in late.
	"Good! You don't have to wear that while you are
dusting, you know." I was wearing my bra and panties. "Take it
off," she said after I didn't answer. I took them off and she
grinned at me. "That's better."	"What about you?" I answered.
	"Oh, you want to see me naked?" she said with a smirk.
We hadn't said anything about *wanting* to see each other and
somehow I was embarrassed at her explicitly bringing that up.
She made no move to get undressed. "Back to work!" she said,
brightly. I just started dusting again, confused. She
disappeared.
	The next day she was there on time. "Get undressed," she
said, matter-of- factly. She was gone as soon as I started on
the living room but was back later.
	"Nice job!" she said, approaching me as I stood up. She
had this huge smile on her face and suddenly she wrapped her
right arm around my body, pulled me close and kissed me. Her
tongue was in my mouth in a second and I was weak at the knees.
"Such a good little worker," she whispered in my ear. "You
deserve a reward," and she was immediately kissing me, her
tongue exploring where it pleased. She put her hand on my vagina
and her fingers had me instantly ready to faint. They were going
up and down the sides, on my clitoris, her fingertips just
barely pushing inside me, and around again. I couldn't stand it!
	Then I felt fingers jam straight into me! I gasped,
breaking the kiss and felt so faint I was glad she was holding
me tightly with her other arm. I couldn't stand and soon found
myself on my knees. When I caught my breath and my bearings, I
found myself kneeling right in front of her, inches away. She
was still dressed. I looked up. She was looking down at me. She
didn't smile or anything--just looked. Then she turned around
and walked out. I sat in a daze almost until Kurt got home.
	The next day, once again she didn't show up on time. I
took off my clothes and started working. I worked so hard. The
house was in good shape anyway but I vacuumed again, dusted
again and put everything in place. I had been arranging things
on a table and turned around and she was standing right behind
me! I recovered from my momentary fright and said "Hi."
	"Not bad."
	"Anna..." I started.
	"Shhh. Don't call me that!" she said quickly. "Don't say
anything!" I looked at her, confused. She walked forward,
backing me into the table. She reached around me and pushed
everything off it that I'd just arranged. It all clattered. She
still came closer, forcing me to lean back until my body was
laying on the table. Then she smiled. She quickly knelt down and
started *licking* me! I gasped and was coming in seconds. My
legs were wrapped around her head. She didn't stop and I came
again and again.
	Then she stopped and grabbed my arm, pulling me up. The
floor was tilting like I had just been spinning. She put her arm
around me and started walking me. We reached the hall. "You're
going to learn to do that to me and you're going to learn it
*good*" she said.
	"But first," she said as we reached Kurt's and my
bedroom door, "I'm going to teach your husband to fuck you
right." Kurt was in the bedroom. He was nude, standing in the
corner, facing it.