The Window Cleaner
written by:
Jillbaby

THE WINDOW CLEANER

Copyright © - 2015 - BY JILLBABY

It was a Saturday morning and usually my time to be out doing the weekly shopping. But I had been out until very late on the previous evening and I had allowed myself to get up much later than usual.

I was now enjoying a long, lazy soak in the bath. As I lay there, almost drifting off in the sweet-scented steam, I heard a strange sound coming from the back of the house. Quickly sitting upright, I cocked my head to listen more closely and there was absolutely no doubt about it, someone was in my garden.

A thump sounded from my lounge window and my heart began to hammer as I wondered if an intruder was trying to break in. My mind raced as I leapt to my feet - causing a little of the bathwater to slosh over the rim. I tried to decide whether I should call the police or shout down from the bathroom window to scare away whoever it was.

I am a capable woman and not easily scared, but I was hardly in the best of positions to take on an intruder as I stood there naked in my bathtub. I frantically tried to think of a suitable weapon to defend myself but in that instant, a strange thing happened: the trespasser began to sing.

I slapped a palm against my forehead: of course, it was the first Saturday of the month, the window cleaner's day.

I relaxed, stepped out the bath and squirted a generous dollop of lemon-scented body gel into my palm. As I began to rub it into my warm, flushed skin, I smiled as I thought of Ted, the window cleaner. There was no doubt about it; he was a good-looking guy and was just the sort of man that I had always gone for.

He was slim with broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist - no beer belly there. His crew cut was thick and dark, and I had often longed to run my fingers through it. I thought of those sparkling blue eyes and that cheeky, white-toothed smile of his as I slid my slippery fingers over my breasts. Yes, he was definitely the kind of man that I had always fancied, but he was also the very type of man that I had recently vowed not to get involved with any more.

Men like Ted are incredibly charming when they want to be and can have grown women blushing like silly girls in a matter of minutes. But they are also the kind who will drop you when they tire of fucking you and need to seek a fresh challenge; the next little piece of skirt who would flutter their eyelashes and giggle at their jokes. I knew that kind of man all too well and I had experienced more than enough of them for one lifetime.

Mind you, I'm easily tempted because I have a very powerful sex drive.

I put a foot up onto the edge of the bath and began to slowly slide my lotion-filled hands up and down my smooth thighs. Then there was a loud thump as his ladder came to rest against the wall just below the bathroom window.

The thought of him so close to my naked body was very arousing. It had been about a month since my last fuck - a long time for me. Without warning my pussy flooded and I felt the start of the gut-wrenching lust that grips me from time to time.

I stroked my aroused nipples and then twisted them in a greedy search for a higher level of sensation. I thrust two fingers into my moist pussy as I thought back to the very first time that I had met Ted just three months earlier. And quite an encounter it had been.

On that Sunday summer morning, the sun was shining and the sky was a cloudless azure blue and I decided to do a little sunbathing in my small back garden.

There's a patch of grass beside my neighbor's thick hedge that's totally out of view of any onlooker. I decided to sunbathe there topless, wearing just my bikini bottom. I settled down on a towel and relaxed.

I was lying on my stomach when I was startled by a voice from behind me.

"Hi, I'm Ted, the new window cleaner for the area."

I looked over my shoulder to see a man appear from around the side of my house.

In shock I peered up at him through my sunglasses.

"Lovely day isn't it?" he added, walking towards me.

He seemed to be completely unfazed by the fact that I was wearing only a tiny bikini bottom and he offered no apology for any embarrassment he was causing. Of course I realized afterwards that that was typical of Ted and he would be glorying in catching me dressed like that.

I managed to pull the towel from under me, draped it over my shoulders and breasts and sat up.

Ted gave his charming smile,

"I'm just going around the neighborhood to make arrangements."

He paused as he looked me over,

"I hope you'll want to...to use me," he said, letting the ambiguous words hang in the air.

I stumblingly asked him the cost and agreed that he could clean the windows once a month. He proceeded to chat and joke flirtatiously, making absolutely no effort to disguise the fact that his deep blue eyes were continually scanning my body. Somehow it felt as if he could see through what little cover it had and his sparkling blue eyes seemed to caress me.

His chest was naked and as he stood there in only a pair of torn faded jeans, I could only stare. Ted really did have a great physique; he had strong shoulder muscles and a well-defined chest with a nice six-pack. His belly was flat and firm against the waistline of his jeans and his skin looked smooth and tanned a golden brown from long hours working outdoors. Of course, he was blatantly showing-off but I couldn't help admiring him as he stood there smiling down at me.

My eyes were on a direct level with his crotch as we chatted and I watched with fascination as his cock gradually hardened. It looked as if he wore nothing under his tight jeans. His cock had been hanging down to his left and he didn't attempt to adjust it as it formed a long line pressing against the fabric of his jeans.

I tried desperately not to look at his hard-on but I couldn't resist stealing a glimpse when he wasn't looking at me. Eventually Ted had tried a more direct line,

"Do you need any help with your sun lotion?" He offered with a cheeky grin.

I decided that it was time to end the rather fascinating encounter,

"Um... thanks...but I'll be fine," I replied. "Don't you have customers to find?" I added with a grin.

"Yeah, I suppose so..." he replied with a shrug. "I'll be here on the first Saturday morning of each month."

He had handed me his bank details for payment, turned away and left. That was the only time I had seen him. Before today I had been out shopping on all his visits since then. His account was paid by direct debit so we didn't have to meet.

My erotic memories of our meeting were rudely interrupted when a cloth slapped wetly against the frosted glass of the bathroom window. I jumped and looked up to see Ted's silhouette against the sunlight as he set about his work.

I was intensely aware that I was standing completely naked, only a few feet away from him with my fingers in my pussy. Instead of rushing away, something made me stand my ground.

My slender fingers slid in and out. As I synchronized them with the movement of Ted's chamois leather, I imagined that it was his fingers inside me. My horniness was intensified by the fact that the handsome window cleaner was so close and yet unable to see me.

I was now totally in the grip of one of the fierce sexual cravings that often seize me. I desperately needed to masturbate and naked, I padded to my bedroom. Suddenly I realized that he still had to clean that window!

The drapes were still closed from the night before but there was a sufficient glare of sunlight through the thin material to illuminate the room. My bed faced the window from the opposite wall. Gripped by a wicked urge, I parted the drapes until a gap of about two inches appeared - just enough to give a clear view of my bed from outside.

The exhibitionist slut within me was now in control and I lay on the bed naked, listening to Ted's progress as he worked his way around the house.

I was trembling with excitement at my daring. My pussy was now creaming like mad and my clit was thrusting demandingly from its hood. I needed satisfaction very badly.

Automatically, I got into my usual position for a play; with my thighs parted and one leg drawn up and splayed to the side. I opened a bedside drawer and took out my faithful black jelly vibrating dildo.

The memory of Ted's body and his hard-on burned clearly as I trailed the dildo at low speed across my wet swollen lips. I shut my eyes and bit down against my lower lip as I tweaked an aroused nipple, sending a quiver of pleasure to my clit.

There it was, the sound of a ladder going into position beneath the bedroom window. Surely he couldn't avoid looking through the gap. Even then, I hesitated and almost got up to close the drapes. But I was too far-gone to stop.

Hungrily, I drew up my legs into the "fuck-me" position, slipped the vibe into my pussy and started to fuck myself with a steady rhythm. I have done a lot of flashing but this would surely be one of the highlights of my exhibitionist displays.

I was panting with excitement at the thought of him watching me masturbate and my heart pounded wildly. I was determined to keep my eyes closed as the thump of soapy cloth against glass began. The dildo fucked me steadily and the fingers of my other hand danced around my sticky clit. My head rolled from side to side in the throes of my excitement.

Suddenly there was silence. Was he watching me?

The silence continued and in my fevered imagination I pictured him jacking-off as he gazed at me. I groaned and my hands moved faster. Then the mental image of his tanned hand around a big white cock gave me a final stimulus and I gasped and arched my back as my clit exploded into orgasm and my pussy convulsed around the thick dildo.

As I screamed in time with the waves of my orgasm. I was vaguely aware that he would hear me but as ever I was unable to control my sounds.

Finally my hips stopped rising and falling against the pulsing vibe and I drew it, dripping, from my soaking but now relaxed pussy. I let my legs flop flat but still wide apart and I lay back in bliss, offering a view of my pussy. I knew that the lips would be wet and puffy and my slit glistening and gaping from the work of the big dildo.

I still didn't dare to look at the window and after a moment the sound of washing resumed but lasted for only for a few seconds. Then I heard the sound of Ted descending the ladder. Had I given him a display that he would never forget? Would he jack-off in his van?

But what if he hadn't even noticed me? There was a chance that from his position on the ladder he hadn't seen through the gap in the drapes.

Because of the direct debit arrangement I knew that Ted would have no need to ring the bell for his money and I supposed that he would be on his way by now.

I was almost dozing-off contentedly when the doorbell shrilled. Who could that be I wondered, not sure whether to bother answering it or not. It rang again and reluctantly I decided to see who it was. I pulled on a pair of medium-heeled backless furry mules and the only garment handy; a mid-thigh length red silk housecoat. I hurried down the stairs as the bell rang impatiently for a third time.

"All right...All right," I shouted, before throwing the door open with a scowl.

It was him! That beautiful sexy smile lit up his features and those blue eyes twinkled confidently. He was dressed as on the first time I saw him; his chest was naked and he was wearing faded jeans.

His eyes bored knowingly into mine and I sensed that he had watched my performance. As I clutched the robe around my breasts his eyes slid slowly up and down my body, blatantly lingering over the expanse of bare legs. I shivered and felt my cheeks flush.

He thrust an empty bucket towards me,

"Good morning...can you give me some fresh, warm water please? Your neighbors seem to be out."

I was suddenly certain that he had seen me masturbating and that I had given him a wonderful invitation. Had my mad impulse gone too far?

Instinct yelled at me not to invite him in. But as if in a trance, I said,

"Yes, of course... come in," and I turned towards the kitchen, leaving him to close the door behind him.

Ted didn't waste any time on preliminaries. I had just stepped into the small kitchen when I heard the bucket hit the floor and then his arms were around me from behind. My own arms were pinned to my sides and each of the big hands of his crossed arms gently cupped a breast as his hard body pressed against mine.

My commonsense made a final appeal for me to resist but my body ignored it.

"Relax," he whispered.

I felt his warm breath as his lips nuzzled the nape of my neck through my tangled hair, raising goosebumps on my flesh. Then I shuddered with pleasure as his mouth found my ear, nibbling and sucking at the lobe.

"I enjoyed your amazing show up there," he continued, and I felt my cheeks begin to burn. "You're one hell of a hottie...and beautiful with it..."

It takes a lot to satisfy me once I've been thoroughly aroused and turned-on. The contact of his hands and body sparked off a renewed hunger and my pussy moistened reflexively. It felt as if my earlier orgasm had never happened.

Calmly and unhurriedly, he undid my sash and slid off the robe. I stood naked facing the sink and he took a second or two to run his hands lightly over the curves of my naked body before pushing me forward.

This was a different Ted from the sexy flirter. He now seemed a very virile fuck machine and he wasted no time on words.

I heard his jeans hit the floor and then gripping my hips, he drew me back and spread my legs until I was sprawled forward with my belly resting on the edge of the sink and my ass pushed out towards him. I felt his hard knob seek my opening and with one thrust, he slipped easily past my slick opening and filled my soaking cunt with his hardness.

With my breasts swinging, I gripped both faucets for support as he began to fuck me vigorously. He was in a perfect position to really shag me senseless and he made full use of it.

Ted gripped my hips tightly as he filled my pussy to the hilt with each thrust. It had been a while since I had enjoyed a big cock inside me and my head spun with joy as I gripped the faucets desperately.

It was a true "wham-bam thank you Ma'am" fuck and one that strangely enough will live in my memory as opposed to the countless other ones I will forget. That kind of a fuck can be enjoyable if the man follows it up by hand or mouth to make sure that I have an orgasm.

Ted was obviously desperate to really nail me and he was certainly succeeding. Our bodies moved together rhythmically for a short spell of bliss as I pushed my hips back on his cock to take all of it. At the rate he had been going he didn't last and he spurted into me after a short time with a loud groan of satisfaction. I felt his hot sperm coat my walls as he leaned over me, his heavy breathing loud in my ears.

He held me like that for a few moments. Then, before slipping it out he moved his cock in and out, stirring the thick pool of cum he had deposited.

"Fuck...that was good..." he muttered happily. "Now let's get comfortable."

God, this guy had confidence. I wondered how many housewives he fucked on his rounds.

I just had time to grab a towel for my leaking pussy as he led me by the hand through to the lounge. I spread the towel on the sofa and sat on it, leaning back with my legs spread wantonly. My whole body was on fire and the vigorous fuck had really set my motor running. I wasn't sure which were more on fire and throbbing - my nipples or my clit.

As his semen began to trickle from my pussy I hoped that he was happy licking cum. To my delight he was. He knelt between my legs and went straight for my engorged clit.

My inner thighs were already covered with a dried coating of my juices from my earlier orgasm. Now a mixture of my arousal fluids and his cum was trickling down them. As I spread my legs, I could smell my musk and I knew he was going to inhale a rich aroma of an aroused, cum-filled pussy. He breathed in appreciatively and I sighed contentedly as his mouth went to work.

I reached to fulfil my original urge to run my fingers through his thick crew cut. It felt as lovely in my fingers as I had imagined.

He sucked and nibbled my clit while gently circling the sensitive opening of my pussy with two fingers. With a deep groan, I hooked my legs around his neck to draw him closer. Then he skillfully increased my pleasure. His free hand went to my nipples moving from one to the other and squeezing in time to gentle nibbles of his lips on my clit. I twitched and trembled with delight.

He was very good, and I was certain that a lot of women would want him for more than having their windows washed.

Usually I can manage to cum quite quickly after a previous one. But strangely, my orgasm kept approaching and then with stomach-twisting frustration, slipping away again. Suddenly I needed a hard cock in me again as well as a finger on my clit.

Pushing him back, I reached down to find his warm semi-hard cock. Gripping it, I guided him up to change places with me until I was kneeling before him as he perched on the edge of the sofa.

Instead of my usual slow, arousing blowjob approach, I took the spongy, velvety head of his recovering prick into my mouth and sucked madly while rotating my fingers on the silky skin. I could taste the slightly acrid and spicy juices of my pussy as I bathed his cock with my lips and tongue, sucking and licking as if it was the last cock on earth.

He responded rapidly to my combination of jacking and sucking and soon I had a long hard shaft to slide repeatedly to the opening of my throat to ensure total hardness. Still holding his hard-on I eased Ted down to the rug beside me until he lay on his back.

I glimpsed surprise in his eyes at me taking over and I was sure he was used to being in control.

Eagerly I swung my legs across him in the cowgirl position. I could feel my pussy dribbling on his skin as I ground my slick lips on the taut abdomen beneath me.

I moaned when his hands cupped the stretched swells of my buttocks, his fingers teasing my puckered asshole. My hand went around behind me to grip his hard cock. I teased him for a moment by rubbing the head between my slippery pussy lips. However Ted must have wanted to regain some control. He suddenly bucked his hips and thrust his rigid cock deep into me.

I cried out in pain-pleasure as he hit the roof of my pussy. I raised myself until the large cock was almost withdrawn, then plunged down again. I started to ride him, pumping rhythmically. He was big and with each down stroke I gasped when his cock butted against my cervix. The feeling of him penetrating deeply into me was incredible. Hot waves of pleasure flooded through me as the hard cock fucking my cunt sent tingling sensations up my spine to my nipples.

The sheer spontaneity of the erotic encounter seemed to multiply the pleasure. I bent my head back and as the totally sex-obsessed slut that I had become that day, I yelled,

"Fuck yes..."

Supporting myself with one hand beside his face I strummed my clit with the other as I leaned forward over him, my breasts swaying invitingly.

He took them both into his big hands, and began to stroke and fondle to his heart's delight. This was perfect for me and I kept a steady rhythm going as I fucked him.

Ted was moving his hips to my timing, meeting me stroke for stroke. I didn't want him to cum before me this time so occasionally I paused in my movements. I bore down on him until he was still. I stayed there for a moment, gripping his cock with my pussy walls while my fingers brought my pulsing clit ever nearer to relief.

Then he bent his neck up and kissed a breast, softly licking and caressing the nipple and areola before giving it a hard suck.

That provided the final trigger and as my climax began its dizzying approach, I changed to a rocking motion, swiveling my hips as I gripped him. Oh fuck, he was in so deep in that position - so deep that it almost hurt.

My voice croaked in a repeated mantra,

"Ohh...Ohh...Ohh...Ohh..."

Then I screamed, "Ohh fuck..." as joyous release surged through me and I went into a full-bodied orgasm. Every nerve in my body seemed to respond to the triple stimuli from pussy, clit and nipple.

I flopped forward onto his chest but then remembered that Ted was still hard inside me. My pussy's convulsions should have brought him near to the brink and I straightened up to finish him off. I flexed my muscles around his shaft and then plunged up and down on him with rapid movements, driving him deep into me.

That finished him off and I watched his face frown in concentration and heard him cry out as he exploded inside me for the second time that day. I could feel the semen gushing inside as I rocked back and forth on his hard shaft to give him the maximum pleasure.

As he relaxed and lay still in the afterglow of his orgasm, I drew myself off his cock and on shaky legs stood to reach for the towel and wipe my leaking pussy. With my sexual greed satisfied, my mind was able to function sensibly again and I knew that it was time to take control of the situation.

Much as I liked Ted and had enjoyed his attentions, I was not prepared to be his readily available fuck pal. I felt that I had to regain some dignity. After all, I had been around the block a few times myself and wasn't one of his inexperienced customers grateful for an illicit fuck.

He smiled confidently,

"That was great, wasn't it?"

I ignored his comment, went to the kitchen and pulled on my robe. I picked up his pants and took them back to where he was sitting,

"Get dressed Ted, and I'll fill your pail," I instructed firmly.

He looked surprised at my abrupt return to normal behavior but reached for his pants.

I returned to the kitchen and had just filled the pail with warm water when he appeared. As he reached for the pail he bent down to kiss me but I turned my head so that his lips just pecked my cheek.

Leading him towards the door I spoke firmly,

"Look Ted...I'm usually out shopping on Saturdays, so please don't bother to ask for water again."

His eyes showed his disappointment and his usual cocky look faded away to be replaced by that of a hurt little boy. As I opened the door for him he said,

"That was a pretty special time we had and..."

I interrupted him,

"Yes, it was very nice..." I said, "But it's going to be just a one-off."

I smiled,

"Now, haven't you got some windows to clean?"

Ted managed a wry grin,

"Yeah, see you around."

I closed the door as he strode off. I really didn't want to be one of his regular fucks. I always prefer a one night stand with no strings attached when I'm in one of my nympho moods.

Yes it had been rather special. In the shower I found myself imagining him looking for a gap in my bedroom drapes on future Saturdays.

As I soaped a breast I suddenly wondered what might happen if I was at home some Saturday morning.

Behave! I told myself.

THE END By Jillbaby