[MF] [Fiction] Man wakes to a nice surprise from the cleaning girl. C&C welcome

Mike sat in his home office, staring at a spreadsheet on the screen and rubbing his temples. This headache just would not quit. It was a mix of stress and lack of sleep, he’d been called around 1 last night about an emergency at one of the company’s remote sites. He begrudgingly got on the conference line and helped the on site personnel fix the issue, though it had taken hours. His boss told him to take whatever time he needed in the morning, and Mike replied that he’d be on time, but working from home. Now, however, he was about to text his boss to call it a day. Just as he reached for it, his phone dinged with a new message. “Kelly Huerta” popped up on the screen and he smiled.

“Hey, Mr. Randall! I saw your truck in your driveway a bit ago, and I wanted to make sure you still wanted me to come over” the message read. Kelly was the cute twenty-something from across the street, who he had hired to clean his house during the week. Normally he wouldn’t be home for her scheduled visit, so he understood her confusion. Part of him wished he had scheduled her to clean while he was home, with her dark brown hair and eyes, full C cups, and an ass that had to have been sculpted by a master artist; she had been the focus of more than one fantasy of his. He felt a little thrill as he started to reply to her text. “Yeah, I’m just working from home after a late call last night. Drop by whenever,” he typed. Then he switched to the message chain with his boss. “Hey Jim, i’ve got a migraine from the late night. I’m going to call it a day and try to get some rest. Talk to you tomorrow” he wrote. He sent the message and plugged his phone in to charge, noting the time – almost 11. He stood, rubbing the back of his neck, and realized he was still in his shorts and loose shirt from the short sleep he’d had earlier. Well, lucky he didn’t have any video calls today. He wasn’t obese by any means, but he drank enough beer and slept through or got called away from his gym schedule enough to be a little on the soft side of things. Not that he had anyone to impress at the moment. He sighed at that thought and shook his head to clear it, then stepped across the hall to his bedroom. Where the office was cluttered with bills, project reports, technical drawings, and other detritus of life and work, the bedroom was nigh spotless. A king bed took up the center, with a chest height dresser against the wall beside it. The closet door was ajar, and one could just make out a clothes basket and a handful of suit coats on hangers in the dim light. Just beyond that, the open doorway to the master bath. And… That was it. It didn’t even look like a bachelor’s room, it just looked like the bedroom of a model home. He walked into the master bathroom to relieve himself and wash his face. He dried his face and looked into the mirror, wincing at the day’s growth of stubble on his face and the exhaustion showing around his eyes. He reached out an opened the cabinet behind the mirror, grabbing a bottle of melatonin tablets and tossing one into his hand. He grabbed a paper cup and filled it with water, using it to wash down the pill. As he stepped back into the bedroom, he heard the front door closing, and he headed out to the landing.

Kelly had knocked, but when she received no answer for a few moments, she let herself in with the key from her keychain. She set her bag of supplies down on the bench in the entry, then slipped out of her shoes. She picked the bag back up and moved into the house proper. She saw Mr. Randall just coming out onto the second floor landing, dressed in gray gym shorts and a loose red t-shirt. “Hey Mr. Randall, good morning!” She called out with a smile and a short wave. He waved back and stepped up to the railing. “Hey,” he replied, “don’t mind me, I’m going to take a nap up here. You just do whatever you need to do, and don’t worry too much about the bedroom, you know it stays pretty clean anyway.” She blushed slightly as she remembered the time it hadn’t been; she’d opened the bedroom to find clothes everywhere, including a lace thong that was clearly not his, a couple used condoms, an open bottle of lube leaking onto the bathroom counter, and a set of black leather handcuffs still attached to the bedposts. She hoped the dim light and her darker complexion would hide the embarrassment. “Of course, Mr. Randall, whatever you want. I’ll start in the kitchen and give you some time to fall asleep before I come upstairs,” she replied, nodding. He smiled and thanked her, then turned and went back to his room. She took a few breaths to calm herself, then walked in the direction of the kitchen. As usual, there wasn’t a whole lot to do. Mr. Randall was mostly just guilty of being a cluttered, somewhat forgetful person, he wasn’t a slob by any means. Collect the mail, load the dishwasher, wipe down the counters; he was by far Kelly’s easiest client. 

Mike stood in front of the bed after greeting Kelly, suddenly feeling restless. He thought about getting his laptop to watch some porn and rub one out, but he didn’t quite feel right about doing that while Kelly was in the house. Though thinking about her did get a rise out of him, especially in her outfit today. Was that always how she dressed to clean the house? She had her hair tied back in a long braid, wearing a very loose tank top with a bright pink bikini top underneath, and a pair of cutoff denim bottoms that he wasn’t sure we’re long enough to actually be classified as shorts. He sighed, took off his shirt and tossed it into the clothes hamper, and then climbed into his bed. He tossed and turned for a bit, the light from around the blinds and the lingering caffeine from his coffee earlier combining to keep him just on the edge of alertness. That, and the half-stiffy he couldn’t get to go away. Sighing, he got up and got another drink of water, pacing a bit to try and wind things down. Eventually he sat down on the edge of the bed and laid back, the fatigue and the sleep aid combining to make him feel very heavy. Finally he passed out, sprawled on the bed with his legs hanging off the side and a hand down his shorts. 

Kelly moved through the house quickly and efficiently, following the routine she had done a hundred times before. She knew where everything was, she knew where he generally left things, it was all rote at this point. It wasn’t long at all before she was ready to move upstairs. She gathered her supplies into her bag again and slowly made her way up the steps, listening to be sure she she didn’t wake Mr. Randall. She heard a light snore from the bedroom when she reached the landing, and she relaxed and smiled to herself. He was dead asleep, she figured. She would be fine to start cleaning up here. Following her routine, she opened the master bath from the hallway and flipped the light on. The door that led to the bedroom was mostly shut, and she stepped to the sink and got to work. As she was wrapping up, she turned off the tap in the sink and paused as she thought she heard something. After a moment, it happened again. A low moan, from the bedroom. Was he ok? She moved over to the bedroom door and listened again. Definitely a groan this time. Then, “Kell… Mmm.” Did he just mumble her name? Was he talking in his sleep? She felt a heat begin burning between her thighs at the thought of him saying her name in his sleep. Another moan. She felt a wave of… something pass through her and she squeezed her thighs against the rising ache in her loins. She shivered, and felt her nipples harden, pressing against the thin fabric of the bikini top. She groaned and wondered why she’d worn this outfit… She didn’t expect this. Mr. Randall was almost twice her age, how was she turned on by this? “Shit,” she whispered to herself, then put her eye to the crack of the doorway. She could see the shape of his bare chest, but his face was turned away from her. Then he said her name again, clearly this time. “Kelly… Hnnn. Good… Good girl.” Suddenly her pulse was pounding in her ears. Her neighbor was having a sex dream about her! She turned away from the door and pressed her back against the wall as she slid down to sit. Her breathing was heavy as her mind raced to comprehend the situation. Should she leave? Should she quit? Should she ask him about it? The hormones were making it so hard to think, her pulse racing, and her pussy throbbing with ache and heat. Her hand slid across her stomach and into her shorts almost without thought. She shivered as her fingers brushed across her clit. It had been a while, and she was hungry, dammit. 

She heard Mr. Randall shift in the bedroom and moan her name again. Shit. She could feel she was already soaking through the bikini bottom. She reached up and turned off the light, then pushed the door about halfway open. She didn’t have a plan, at least not consciously. She just knew that this was turning her on, so much, and she needed release. She started working her finger up and down her lips as she turned to look in the bedroom, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. She took in the sight and felt another jolt of arousal. She eyed his “dad bod” as she used her free hand to toss the tank top on the floor and then slip inside the bikini to squeeze one breast. She took one nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling and teasing it. She could see her neighbor had one hand in his shorts, and, to her surprise, could also see the head of his cock poking out of his elastic waistband. She leaned against the wall and groaned as she continued to touch herself, imagining what that cock would feel like inside of her. She felt herself salivating as she imagined licking it, taking it deep in her throat. She slid her free hand over her bare stomach and into her shorts, rubbing her clit again, and spreading her juice over her sensitive lips. Her heart was pounding as she stood there in the room with him, suddenly feeling so impossibly warm. She removed her hand from her crotch and quickly undid the button and zipper and pushed them to the floor. She took a step forward, crossing the threshold into the bedroom. Her heart skipped a beat as she asked herself what she was doing. What if he woke up right now? What would he do? What if he didn’t? How far would she go? Would she touch him? She got goosebumps as she thought about it. Yes, she would. She wanted him. She didn’t know why or where the urge came from, but she wanted all of him. Right now. She kept rubbing herself as she moved closer, listening to his moans and mutterings. She could see the outline of his shaft pressed against the fabric of his shorts. He was big. Maybe not pornstar big, but bigger than anyone else she’d been with. His tip was glistening with precum already, and she felt the hunger rise, the urge to taste it. She knelt down at the edge of the bed and leaned in, watching to be sure he wasn’t going to roll over, and then she stuck her tongue out and licked his tip. She pulled back as he groaned, and savored the slightly salty taste. But a taste wasn’t going to be enough, she knew. She pulled her hand out of her bikini and reached out to start tugging his shorts down slowly. 

She managed to move the front side down an inch or two before she realized that this wasn’t like a porno. Clothing didn’t just slide off of people who were laying down. As she pondered this, he rolled again. She still wasn’t sure how she’d get them all the way off, but now she was able to pull them down in the back. She pulled them down and manged to get them to “hook” under his butt cheeks, so they wouldn’t slide back up. After a moment of deliberation, she decided that if he hadn’t woken up so far, she might be able to just push him back over. She put a hand on his hip and pushed, but barely moved him. Moving his dead weight on her own wasn’t going to happen. She sighed, and reached down to rub her hand over her bikini as she thought. Maybe if she disturbed him just slightly? She’d have to be careful, though. She stood and leaned over his head, and gently blew on his ear. First he just tried to brush away the sensation, but when she persisted, he finally rolled back over. She sighed with relief when he seemed to settle. Her hands shaking, she reached down and pulled the shorts down until she had fully exposed his member. She leaned over him, placing her hands on the foam mattress to hold herself up. She stared for a moment at how his member stood straight up for her, then took one more look up at him to be sure he wasn’t awake, and slowly leaned down to wrap her lips around his head. 

She savored his warmth, his musky scent, the lingering taste of precum in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his tip and heard him groan in his sleep. She felt a thrill from knowing she had caused the sound, and wondered what the version of her in his dreams was doing. She slowly began to take him deeper in her mouth, terrified and emboldened by the taboo of what she was doing. She took him until she felt him press against the back of her throat, held for a moment, and then withdrew, taking a quick breath as she broke contact with the object of her lust. It was good, but she wanted to feel more. She pulled on the ties of her bikini top and tossed it on the floor with her shorts. She crouched low to the bed and slowly brushed her firm breasts and stiff, perky nipples along his legs, eliciting another moan from him and sending a shiver of pleasure through herself. She began to tease one nipple again with her fingers as she leaned down and took her neighbor in her mouth again. She could see goosebumps across his skin, she would have to be more careful, or the chill on his member could wake him. The thought sent a surge of fear and arousal through her. The unknown of his reaction added to the thrill, and she felt a spike of adrenaline. He might wake up and be horrified or angry, but… He also might wake up and give her a good, hard dicking. 

She worked her mouth over his member more, moving slowly, her tongue swirling around the stiff rod as her lips moved up and down. He groaned again and she felt his hips flex, it must have been a very good dream. But the groan fueled the ache between her legs, and she knew she wouldn’t be satisfied with just a blowjob. Again, that spike of fear as she considered pressing further. But confidence, as well. The more she thought about it, she thought he really might have been interested. She remembered catching his eyes on her last year at the Wilson’s pool party. The sweet gifts and cards he made sure to give her on holidays. That time he gave her a lift to school when her car wouldn’t start, and his hand had missed the shifter and found her thigh instead. Yes, she thought, there was a very good chance he liked her. With a new surge of confidence, she went deep on him again, letting him press against her throat for a moment before pulling back. She slowly drew her lips along his length and reached back to quickly pull free the ties of her bikini bottom. Letting it fall to the floor, she let his head pop past her lips, and then she climbed all the way onto the bed, straddling her neighbor. He moaned and shifted, but still did not wake, not even when she gasped slid herself down over his swollen member. 

Mike didn’t know he was dreaming, but if he had, he wouldn’t have been disappointed. He was lounging beside his pool, drinking a beer and watching Kelly swim and playfully tease him in a skimpy pink bikini. He didn’t question it when she lured him into the pool, he just finished his beer and climbed in. He didn’t question the flirty play, the splashing, or the coy looks she gave him. He simply went with the flow. And when she spun him into a corner and pressed herself against him, he simply smiled and leaned in for a kiss. “Mmmm, Kelly. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” he murmured when the kiss ended. She smiled at him and pulled him in again, and then he felt her hand groping him beneath the water. Gripping his member and gently rubbing him. “Kelly, mmmm, that’s nice.” he moaned, letting his head fall back as she kissed his chest. He let his own hands wander, one on her chest, thumb rubbing against her nipple, the other squeezing her firm butt and pulling her against him. He kissed her again and then lifted her up to sit on the edge of the pool. She laughed and slowly pulled off the bikini bottom, exposing a small triangular strip of hair pointing to a clean slit with just a hint of her labia showing. She blushed and smiled at him, dropping the fabric to float away in the pool. He grinned, stepping closer and running his fingers across her back and down her legs, smiling as she giggled at the sensation. He leaned in to kiss the inside of her thigh, and she obediently opened her legs, exposing her pussy to him fully. “Kelly, hnnn, you are such a good girl,” he crooned as he leaned in and gently kissed her soft, wet lips. He felt her do something above him, then heard a small splash as she tossed the rest of her outfit in the pool. He could feel hear lean back, moaning as he put his tongue to work, flicking over her clit, tracing the edges of her petals, and sucking lightly against her. It felt like an eternity for him, but he did not tire. He continued, listening and paying close attention to her gasps and moans, bringing her ever closer to climax. Suddenly, she gripped his head and pressed his face into her body. She let out a cry as she started to buck against him. “Oh, oh Mike! Oh, fuck yes!” he held on to her hips and continued for another few moments as she shook and moaned, until finally she relaxed, falling back on her hands and releasing him. Her chest was heaving as he looked up at her, the last few droplets of water sparkling as the sun caught them. She looked back down at him with a smile and crooked her finger at him. 

Mike climbed up out of the water as she stood up. She kissed him quickly, then grabbed the front of his shorts and led him to a shady spot where she untied his shorts and tossed them over her shoulder. She grinned mischievously at him and pushed him down onto a lounge chair. His cock stood fully erect, twitching with anticipation as she knelt down and kissed his tip. She began slowly, but confidently, pausing to tease him once or twice. In these times he shivered as the water and saliva cooled in the breeze, but she never left him exposed for long. After a while, she took one deep plunge, deeper than anything before, and held him within her mouth and throat before slowly drawing back. She smiled at him as she took a breath and then she climbed up to straddle him. He reached out and touched her hips, running his hands up her sides to fondle her breasts as she pushed herself down onto his member, the big rod spearing her petite body. She paused when she had him fully inside her, letting out a happy “mmm”. Slowly she began to rock her hips back and forth, her hands pressing against his chest. 

Kelly had to stop for a moment once she had all of Mr. Randall inside her, he filled her up so well, just having him there gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling. Then she started to rock back and forth, feeling him shift within her. She put her hands on the mattress at first, but as her movements increased, she needed something stable. Hardly thinking at this point, she put her hands down on his chest for leverage. She moved from rocking back and forth to small up and down movements, leaning forward so her body was almost laying on top of him. She could feel herself getting closer, the pleasure starting to block everything else out. Somewhere inside her head she knew he had to be close as well, she’d been playing with him for quite a while. Her movements became more urgent, her need for release driving them. She groaned as a wave of pleasure washed through her, and she dug her nails into Mr. Randall’s chest as she rode him harder. 

Mike laid back as Kelly leaned forward, bouncing her hips on him, her breasts pressing against his chest. He reached his hands around to caress her back, but she gave a quick shake of her head and he laid back and relaxed. She was much more intense now, where earlier she had been playful. As she increased her intensity, Mike could feel himself getting close. Kelly shivered against him and he could feel her tight around him. He leaned his head back his eyes rolling up as the pleasure washed through him, too, and he felt her nails dig into his chest. Suddenly it was dark around him. He could still feel Kelly on top of him, but he was confused. What happened to the sun? He thought for a moment, until he felt her clench around him again. 

Kelly felt something as her fingers dug into Mr. Randall’s chest, but she couldn’t stop, she was so close! Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the tidal wave of pleasure washing over her. “Oh! Oh, fuck, oh fuck! Oh, yes, Mr. Randall! Oh, fuck yes!” she cried out, sitting up and arching her back as she shook and spasmed with the intense orgasm crashing over. 

Mike groaned as Kelly tightened around him, her pussy spasming with her own orgasm. Anything he was thinking washed away in that moment as he felt himself burst, shooting his load deep inside her in long, throbbing pulses. “Fuck, oh fuck, oh damn, that’s so good, Kelly ,” he gasped as he reached up to place a hand on her chest. 

Kelly heard Mr. Randall cry out and she froze for a moment. Then she felt his hand on her chest, reaching up to her neck, and pulling her down into a kiss. She tensed at first, but relaxed as the moment went on, shaking as she felt him throb inside her still. Then he slowly let her go. 

Mike pulled Kelly down into a kiss, confused as she tensed up. But then she responded and his groggy brain brushed the thought away. Until it came back, moments later. He let her go, breaking the kiss as his brain caught up. He wasn’t by the pool. He was in his bedroom. With Kelly. A naked Kelly. A naked Kelly with his seed inside her. He panicked for a moment, adrenaline surging through his veins, until the next piece of the puzzle locked into place. She was on top of him. He had been asleep, he had been dreaming. Did she fuck him while he was asleep? A dozen emotions and feelings ran through him at once, but he chose to take a breath before reacting. He looked up into the shy face of the girl across the street and asked, “Kelly, what just happened?” 

Kelly saw the confusion on his face, she watched as he processed the situation, his eyebrows furrowing, then popping up in surprise, his face tight, then slack, then worried, then… Hopeful? Wait, he’d asked her a question. What was it? Oh, what happened. She blushed and looked away for a moment, then blushed some more as he twitched again. “Well, Mr. Randall, uhm, you see, you were sleep talking.” she started, and then the whole thing came tumbling out in a rush. “you were saying my name and moaning, and I just got really turned on and at first I was just going to watch but then you kept going and I just couldn’t help myself, I came in for a better look and you were already hard, so thought I would help you a little but I couldn’t control myself, it’s been a while for me, I’m on the pill and I just *needed* it and so I went all the way, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have, please don’t fire me, please don’t tell anyone, it won’t happen again I promise.” She finally paused for a breath, and looked away from his eyes, worried at what she might find there. Until his hand reached up to her chin and turned her to look at him. 

Mike listened to the whole thing, and he thought he understood most of it, even with his cloudy head. She looked away, seemingly ashamed, but in a way, Mike was relieved. He was worried he’d sleepwalked or something and that she would report him. Plus, it had been a while for him, too, so he understood. He reached up and turned her eyes back to his. “Hey. It’s OK. I’m not going to tell anyone, and I’m not going to fire you. Truth is, I’ve thought about you more than once. Which you probably figured out, since I was saying your name in my sleep. I… I don’t know what this is, but you don’t have to worry about judgment from me. Also, I think you can call me Mike from now on. Here. Lay down, and let’s just enjoy this moment for a bit.” he finished, pulling her down to lay against him. 

Kelly listened, brightening up when he said he wasn’t mad. He really was a sweet guy. She let him pull her down, and laid her head against his chest. “Thank you… Mike.”

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