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Subject: {ASSM} "Recommendation"  by  deirdre  (Mf, Ff)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
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Recommendation 
by deirdre

(Mf, Ff)

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will finish reposting all 156 stories this month.

While you're following the a.s.s.m. 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest,"
enjoy! There's still time to contribute.

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Sun, 26 Mar 1995 04:25:22 UTC

A story-fragment on alt.sex.stories about someone named Anna inspired
this. -- deirdre

Request to alt.sex.stories posters: if your posting does not include a
story, please don't post it to alt.sex.stories. Please post it to
alt.sex.stories.d.

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in anthologies of
this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment
is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre

Recommendation 
by deirdre, 9/6/1994

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
least shy. 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 teenaer'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 basemen. 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.

Te 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.

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