This one is going to be a bit shorter than my usual fare, I hope you enjoy this nevertheless! Another difference is that this is still ongoing, I’ll type some out later.
I recently moved to another city, back in with an old friend of mine. We used to live together a couple years back, doing volunteer service. We’ve seen each other frequently enough since then, so when I got a job offer in her city she offered to move in with her, for a year initially. One of the perks of two people with jobs living together is that you have actual disposable income, though less time to spend it. Accordingly, my flatmate (Debbie) has a cleaning lady. She comes basically on demand, does the kitchen, bathroom and then rooms or windows, if there’s still time.
Debbie had scheduled Liliana a couple days after me moving in, because no matter how organized and clean you are, there’s always a ton of dirt and dust. She was scheduled for 8.30 in the morning and I was on vacation, so I stumbled out of my room blearily when I heard the vacuum go off in the kitchen, since it’s next to my room. Liliana was definitely not what I was expecting. I’d thought “middle-aged mousey lady”, what we had was a beautiful woman in her late twenties or early thirties. She was half a head smaller than me, so around 1,65m, brown hair to the small of her back in a ponytail. She was wearing a frumpy sweater and loose jeans, but you could tell that she was in great shape, her ass prominently displayed since she was stretching herself to reach the top of our cupboards. I yelled “Hi, Nogood, I’m the new flatmate!” She turned off the vacuum and said “Hi, welcome to Hamburg. If you want me to clean room, tell me, ok?” She had a definite accent, and I’d later find out from Debbie that she was Polish. Great, dimply smile, a a mole above her left lip. She had large brown eyes, with quite some makeup on – long lashes, prominent eyeshadow, shaped eyebrows. Not really my style, but it definitely looked good on her. She looks quite similar to [this girl](https://imgur.com/7uZ2BWD), but with darker hair and a much more prominent mole. We made a bit of small talk, then she got on with her work and me with my vacation (unpacking my stuff…)
Nothing special happened for the next couple weeks. Liliana came to clean from time to time, I sneakily checked her ass out whenever I could, I settled in. One important detail is that it’s my flatmate who calls her and schedules her cleaning, then tells me. My flatmate is also currently alternating one week home office, one week office, while I do home office almost exclusively. One fine Friday I used my overtime to have a long weekend, and Liliana was scheduled for 12.00. I made some breakfast and ate it in bed, listened to some music on my headphones and was texting with a girl I was maybe seeing. Things got somewhat inappropriate and I was soon sporting a good chub. I got up to pee, still rocking out to Interpol on my headphones, and opened the bathroom, only to be greeted by Liliana mopping the floor. I was bloody mortified, stammered an apology and rushed back to my room to put on more clothing than just boxers and a chub.
Turns out it was supposed to be 11.00, and Debbie had mistyped. I apologized (a lot) and was red with shame, while Liliana laughed it off. “Is not the first time, I’ve seen much worse. Really, is not big problem.” She was laughing a little and smirked at me meaningfully when saying “big”. After that, she became a bit flirty, though nothing much happened for another couple weeks. That day, I came home after playing some beach volleyball, proper sweaty and sandy. It was around the end of Liliana’s shift, and my flatmate was travelling for work a couple days. I came home, yelled a greeting to her and hit the shower. She did not come in and start sucking my dick immediately, sorry. Instead, I toweled off, did some beardcare (lavender oil!) and put on some sweatpants and a shirt. Friday evening! I went to the kitchen to get a beer, and was treated to the door to Debbie’s room being somewhat ajar, with Liliana just in plain black bra and panties, just trying to shimmy into some skinny jeans. The door to Debbie’s room does indeed only really stay closed if you lock it, so I have no idea if this was intentional or not. I’d seen Liliana in non-work clothes before and been always happy to, but damn. Smooth long legs, toenails painted black, toned belly, a small dragon tattoo on her left hip, cute small bust and an ass to die for, highlighted by her boyshorts. My appreciation was rapidly starting to show while I stood transfixed. Then she turned to grab her top, and saw me through the gap. I turned away and walked to the kitchen, just passing through. She followed, still just in jeans and bra, accusing me: “You were watching? You watch me dress?” “I’m so sorry, the door wasn’t closed…” “You did not dislike, I see.” She looked down at the rapidly deflating but still visible tent in my sweatpants. “It’s ok. I liked seeing you too.”, she smiled at me and moved closer to me.
I took the hint and moved in for a kiss, but she pushed me away. “No, no kiss. Maybe other things, but no kiss. Ok?” I think she noticed my confusion, because she grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts. I started massaging and felt her nipples respond to my touch, even through the fabric. She tilted her head back and hummed, rolling it with eyes closed, just relaxing after work. I sharply pinched both her nipples, making her gasp and look at me again. She grabbed my hands again and I briefly wondered if that had been too much, but she just towed me out of the kitchen to the living room, pushed me down on the couch and motioned me to take my t-shirt off. She stood over me and looked me up and down, as if deciding what do to now. She evidently liked what she saw (thank god beach volleyball is somewhat Corona safe) and unclasped her bra, slowly letting it drop to the floor, finally giving me a full view of her assets, including the small bar in her right boob I thought I’d felt earlier. Her breasts were just about a handful each, with small, pale areolas, just enough to hang on to. Liliana now straddled me, pushing her chest into mine and running her now very erect nipples all over my chest. The piercing felt cold, a contrast from the heat emanating from both of us. I let my hands roam, down her sides, past the dragon, landing firmly on her backside, grabbing her cheeks firmly. She was now rubbing her chest against me and grinding into me in sync while I was squeezing and massaging her ass. I tried to get into her jeans, but couldn’t get past the waistband. She straightened up and pressed her chest into my face, and I latched onto her pierced nipple, sucking it in and playing with the small bar, twisting it in my mouth, running my tongue over every single dimple on her areolas. She is a pretty silent partner, but her pushing my head more determinedly into her was encouragement enough. She was grinding harder now, and the friction was all the cloth between us was just on the border of more painful than pleasurable. I bit into her nipple and squeezed the other, and she yelped again, then got up and slowly stripped down her jeans. She turned around and bent over, giving me a perfect view of her spectacular globes while she took off her boyshorts. She was visibly wet, with some hair, and wiggled her ass at me. “Get a condom, yes?” I hurried back to my room, frantically digging through my stuff till I found one, then back to the living room where Liliana was sitting on the sofa, one hand on the her right tit and the other rubbing small circles on her clit. I’d managed to get naked on the way and was proudly waving the small silvery packet at her, quickly opening it and pulling it on. She turned and leaned on the sofa, sticking her backside my way, and not wanting to be rude I accepted.
I positioned myself at her entrance and slowly started to push my way in, enjoying the warmth that engulfed me. I pulled almost all the way out, then back in, with long, deliberate strokes. She was still silent, but thrust back at me, urging me to pick up the pace. I grabbed onto her hips for leverage and sped up, trying to keep up with her rhythm. She was now almost sideways on the couch, one smooth leg still on the floor, one knee on the red upholstery, and I was holding on for dear life, not not letting her turn more. Her head had collapsed into a pillow, leaving her hand free to roam back down to where we were joined. I could see her hand running circles on her clit again, the movements speeding up and up. She was softly grunting into the pillows now, muttering something in Polish that I could neither make out nor understand, but I assumed it meant “fuck me silly”, or at least that’s what I took it for. Ever the contrarian, I took that as my cue to slow things down a bit, going back to the long, slow strokes of before, trying to prevent myself from just blowing up in her. I leaned forward and grabbed onto her right breast again, finding the piercing and twisting it, gently at first, then a bit more. She gasped and thrust back at me, hard. I just rested against her for a second, not moving at all. She grunted frustratedly and pushed back into me, her hand rubbing all over her slit up to my cock. Then I pulled out and slammed back into her in one smooth motion, as fast as I could, while squeezing her nipple hard. She moaned loudly into the pillow, and I could feel her closing in on an orgasm. I wouldn’t be able to last much longer myself, so I just powered on, palm now drawing circles on her breast, other hand trying to steady her while she was going to town on her nub. She went rigid all of a sudden, only her pussy walls still moving, clamping down on me, making her even tighter. I powered through, and she went almost limp, only both my hands now holding her up as I pistoned into her, heading straight for my own release. It didn’t take me long, and with a grunt I thrust into her one last time and let loose inside her. I collapsed behind her on the couch, my dick still buried in her snatch. She pulled away from me and I flopped out of her, always the most dignified moment of any fuck.
She gathered her clothes and started putting them back on, again giving me a nice show – bending over for panties and jeans, slowly wiggling them up her butt. I was feeling a bit awkward there, so I dumped the condom and put sweatpants and t-shirt back on. Didn’t seem like cuddling was on the cards. I came back in to her fixing her ponytail, nothing indicating I’d just railed her on the sofa. “I am going now. If you want, maybe soon we do this again.” I just nodded, “Uhm, yeah, sure, anytime.” “But we only do this when I done with work. Not during work, ok? This is not work, you don’t pay me, you don’t call me. Yes? Debbie does not know.” Debbie definitely shouldn’t know, and I could see why she’d want to keep work and play separate. “Yeah, of course, sounds good to me. Uh, see you soon then?”
As she was grabbing her bag to leave, I noticed a ring on her finger that definitely hadn’t been there before. “The fuck, are you married?” She looked at her ring, at me, “Of course. I never wear during work. So ring doesn’t get lost. See you soon!”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/imq5ac/getting_to_know_the_cleaning_lady_mf
I never wear during work. Nice little twist there. Good story