I want to be your maid.

With the house empty and peaceful, I decided to clean. My mom was at a doctor’s appointment, my siblings were out, and my stepdad was at work. I picked up the broom and glanced around the dusty living room, and a thought hit me. Why would I want to get my pants dirty?

I tied back my hair and took off my pants. My panties as well. Slid everything right off in my living room and threw them on a couch. If I’m going to play, I’m going to go all the way.

All I had on was a grey t-shirt with a cute rabbit smiling on it. (I love rabbits.) Suddenly, the familiar coziness of the house evaporated, and everything was brand new and thrilling. Every time I crouched down to sweep a pile of dust into the dustpan, I felt my butt cheeks spread. Air from the open windows flitted in through the curtains to tease my exposed privates.

Better still, when I got on my hands and knees to sweep under the furniture, arching my back and feeling the breeze tickle my skin, I imagined someone grabbing my hips and fucking having their way with me. While I was under the dining room table, the table cloth covering everything but my butt and my legs… while I climbed onto a chair and dusted the top shelf… while I grabbed a wet cloth and rubbed down the countertop. Basic chores were so much better without pants.

Especially when our kitchen window didn’t have curtains. We had a fan installed to suck out our cooking smells, but someone had taken off the curtain and put it in the wash. Which meant that every time I needed to empty the dustpan, I walked into the kitchen, pulling my t-shirt down with one hand.

At some point, I wished I had a maid costume. With that thought, I pulled off my t-shirt, stepped into the kitchen, and grabbed my mom’s apron. It has a picture of a tomato on it.

Now, as I moved about, my backside was completely exposed. I sat on the couch and spread my legs, feeling the cool leather caress my skin. I reorganized our bookshelf and dusted the corners. I wiped down our stove, knowing full well that if our neighbor walked by his window, he’d see my bare butt hard at work. I even knelt and reorganized our fridge’s contents, giving anyone who wanted to peek, a complete view of a rare, midday full moon.

Of course, I should admit that my neighbors on this side of the building were private people. Their windows are always covered by heavy curtains. But still, the thought of me exposing myself like that was super-hot, right? It was driving me crazy. What if someone came home and caught me? My mom? Or my stepdad? What if my siblings brought their friends over? How would they react? Would I have time to run and change?

I thought about married life, and how I would love to be a stay-at-home fuck toy. I could write every day while my husband or wife went to work. I could touch myself, teasing and building without ever cumming, until they came home and vented all their frustrations out on my body.

In a haze, I decided to wipe the living room windows. These peer out onto the street. The apron covered my tits and my front, so it’s not too exciting, but I felt a thrill as I wiped away. I turned around on occasion to rinse out the wiping cloth, but nobody would think to look up at a 4th-floor window. Nobody would believe the sight anyways.

Naughty dreams of housewives and kinky neighbors chased my thoughts around. I wanted to invite the construction workers from the new building across the street over for some lemonade and Asian ass.

*Their muscular, sweat hands grabbing me. Greedy, greedy men and the tiny pale goddess they had to share. Caressing my breasts, squeezing my ass, tonguing me in all sorts of ways. How many men would I be able to handle?*

After finishing, I pulled the curtains shut and let the apron fall away so that I stood in the clean house, completely bare. One of my favorite things to do was bend over in front of my mirror and check out my backside. But since nobody was home, I decided to use the oversized hallway mirror.

I bent over in front of it and spread my ass, peering at myself from between my thighs. I studied the darkness of my asshole, so much more detailed underneath the bright lights of our hall. So much more exciting doing it here. Footsteps climbed up and down the stairwell; the only thing separating my naked form and my tenants was a metal door. Someone, please knock it down and ravage me. Fuck me in the halls I’d just cleaned. Cum all over and force me to lick every drop off the floor.

I wish I lived on the ground level so that I could stick my ass out to the world. I want the world to reach out and grab it and make sweet love to me, or worse.

These are my thoughts while cleaning. I wonder what else would be more fun in the nude.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/bduwrv/i_want_to_be_your_maid

3 comments

  1. Wow great story,wish I was there. Better yet can I bring the maid outfit you dreamed of?

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