Moving house. Such a nightmare, the upheaval, the stress, the finances, the worry. But once it’s done, you can start to get working on making your new house a home and get familiar with you new surroundings.
So I finally sold my apartment and moved into a house. Into the countryside, something I have been planning to do for some time. Since the business has been doing well, I decided to bite the bullet and go for it.
So here I am, enjoying country life, working hard, decorating and getting used to my new surroundings. My mother was like a broken record:
“When are you going to get married?”.
“When am I going to get some grandchildren?”
All in good time, mother.
What my mother doesn’t know is that I am more likely to jump into bed with someone her age than my own. I am also still very much enjoying being single, and since Covid has ravaged us, I am only now starting to ease back into a normal existence and meeting people again.
The online world has opened up to me with memberships on a number of websites which means I can flirt with older men and arrange meetings when it suits me. My sex life is back up and running. And given my kinks, not one I wish to share with my mother.
So moving to the countryside and a new house meant having to contact lots of new people. Firstly, the removal company, but then energy, white goods, furniture and a whole host of visitors to my new house that I hadn’t expected. Along with it, came opportunity.
So in this first story in a series of shorts, I am going to tell you about two such visitors.
The carpet cleaners.
Now the house I have purchased is far from unclean, it is very clean, But the owners had dogs and children, and I like my carpets spotless (can’t be entertaining guests and dancing provocatively on an unclean carpet), so I decided to procure the services of an ethical, green carpet cleaning company.
After trawling the usual online businesses, I found a company based within forty miles of me that were prepared to travel. I took some pictures to show them the marks I was particularly looking to remove as well as the general overall clean, and we arranged a day where they would arrive and spend two hours cleaning, up and down stairs. My office is upstairs and away from the areas they needed to clean, so I would be home working while they got on with it.
A van arrived at around 10am and I opened the door and greeted them. Two guys walked to my front door.
I will describe them.
Firstly, the boss and owner of the company. A Welsh man, very nice, kind sounding and exactly what I expected from my numerous phone and text exchanges. I would hazard a guess that he was around forty to forty-five. Overweight and works too hard to look after himself, but a lovely man.
His assistant (as it turned out) was an older man in his late fifties. A few tattoos and potentially a dodgy past, listening to their various exchanges! Also a funny and nice polite man. The pair of them wanted nothing but to help me and earn their money.
So they went about their work after a long explanation of how it works, etc (please just get it done!). I made them coffees and went upstairs to work.
All was as expected for thirty minutes or so as we all got on with our tasks at hand.
I finished some urgent tasks then went to my new en suite to have my morning shower. Now usually there is a lot if time spent playing, pruning etc in the shower as part of my morning ritual. Not only am I always perfectly clean and smelling wonderful (!!) but I also masturbate a number of times a day, and the morning shower is one of those times. I have often spent time on Lit or Lush or Sharesome during the morning so am ready for a nice orgasm!
I had a fairly quick shower and decided to take some clothes down to the washing machine in my new utility area to keep on top of my washing regime. All normal stuff.
However, I had kind of forgotten that there were two strange men downstairs working away when I went downstairs with just my towel around me to fill the washing machine. I noticed their eyes on me as I put my washing in the machine and the realisation hit me that I had just got a towel around me and quite a short one at that. So I hurried and went upstairs.
It was at this time that the older man came upstairs and into my office asking if he could use the bathroom. I told him that there was one downstairs, but he was free to use the one at the top of the stairs also, which he did.
He came upstairs again about fifteen minutes later asking me if I wanted to see the progress so far and that if I was making a coffee the two of them would be happy to take one as it was thirsty work!
I told him I would be down shortly.
It was then that I felt a naughty pang in my loins, so I decided to make it an interesting trip downstairs.
I decided to put on a t-shirt and little white thong, but nothing else. The t-shirt just about covered my ass. So downstairs to the kitchen I went.
I put the kettle on and prepared three cups for coffee. Then I went into the lounge area where they were both working and asked them if they wanted coffee.
They both looked around and said, “Yes please.”
Their eyes started at my face, then immediately went down to my legs, and all the way up, almost to my ass where the t-shirt stopped. The older guy looked like he was going to explode!
I made them coffee and brought it in to them, more stares and gazes at my legs and the bottom of my ass, almost visible at the bottom of my t-shirt.
I then went to empty the washing machine.
Fortuitously, you may say, as I bent down to empty thew washing machine, the older guy was hovering around the utility area, and he got a full view of my thong as I bent down to collect the washing.
“Need a hand?” he asked, as I collected the various panties and t shirts to bring upstairs and place on radiators.
“No I think I’m all good, but thanks for asking,” I responded as I walked past him with a wicked grin on my face.
His boss shouted at him to get back to work, but it was clear he was very interested in me. This got me very horny and I was thinking of ways I could tease him more.
I went back to my office and gave my pussy a little stroke as I thought about the fun of teasing the older guy while his boss pushed him to keep working.
He made another excuse and came upstairs to my office to ask me a question.
For fun, I stood and bent over to get some boxes from a cupboard, giving him a good view of my ass in the thong. I think he knew what I was doing but he was too nervous to act. Both in case I reacted negatively and the thought of his boss downstairs pushing him to work faster.
I came downstairs to inspect their work. All was good.
The boss said he was going to go to the store about ten minutes’ drive away to get some lunch for them both, but the older guy said he would stay and keep working on some stains in the lounge area.
His car drove away and I sat in my office upstairs playing with my breasts and pussy. I decided to tease him further and see what his reaction would be.
I put on a bra and went down to the kitchen with just a bra and my thong on. I cleaned around the kitchen and saw him looking at me.
“Jesus, I know it is your house and you can wear what you want, but it is very hard to concentrate with you wearing such little clothes. You know you are drop dead gorgeous, don’t you?” I believe was what he said.
I solely removed my bra and stood in the kitchen and smiled at him. I dropped to my knees and beckoned him towards me.
“Your boss will be back in around 10 minutes, come here and I’ll give you a blow job you won’t forget,” I said.
He came bounding over and I undid his zip, fishing out his cock and put it in my mouth. I sucked him hard very quickly and he grabbed my boobs and ass as I sucked him. He soon came.
He flooded my mouth with a surprising amount of warm, creamy cum. I gulped down and smiled at him.
“Boy I think you needed that,” I said, as I licked the remaining cum from his cock.
The doorbell rang and his boss returned.
“How have you got on with that stain?” he asked.
