My Housekeeper - Sex Stories

My Housekeeper

... But I shrugged it off. I knew I'd left the door shut and Rita had always called to me out loud or knocked when she was done.

I caught the driver and he was nice enough to wait while I consolidated the compost into the large bin. When it was set to go he emptied the container with the truck's mechanical arm. I thanked him for waiting. I made a gracious gesture of asking how his day was going. I got an earful. He told me how he'd been working overtime. That the city's budget shortfall prevented the Sanitation and Waste Division from hiring more drivers. How the overtime work was to the detriment of his family. How he was looking forward to retirement and his pension. He went on for some time. I couldn't extricate myself easily or politely. I listened. And I realized that some time had passed since I left the house.

I went back in. Rita was waiting upstairs for me, obviously done with the day's work. She told me that she'd forgotten to empty the paper shredder in my office and so went in and did it. "Hope that's okay," she ventured, without a hint of anything unusual. "I saw you talking to the garbage guy out there so I took the liberty."

Of course, the immediate thing that seared my consciousness was that the down blouse video was playing on my 26-inch computer screen. Fuck! Though she acted innocently enough, I was damn sure she'd ventured onto a scene of a perky British gal, fondling her tits while she instructed the viewer on how she wanted him to jerk off for her ...

... (jerk off instructions, or JOI in porn video parlance).

As a flush of embarrassment came over me she told me that she was burning up from her work. Flushed as she usually was, she grabbed the top of her tank top and fluttered it while she blew cool air through her lips and down her shirt. Then, and I'm quite sure I wasn't imagining things, she grabbed the bottom hem with both hands and pulled her shirt tight, framing a most impressive set of breasts and nipples. She held the pose just for a second. Her gaze looked across the room absent-mindedly while my eyes toggled spasmodically between her eyes and her chest. She smiled for no good reason other than to acknowledge that everything was okay and told me she'd see me in two weeks. And that was that. I was quite certain she'd seen the video and watched enough of it to size me up with ever keener perspicacity. And I was quite sure she'd deliberately given me a little show. "I guess she knows how I feel about tit teasing and JOI," I told myself.

At this point some reader out there is dismissing me as a horny old fuck with a tit fetish. I need to speak up for myself and others like me who place women on a pedestal and yearn to kneel before them. Skeptics underestimate the potency of our desire to worship and serve a female. It is deeply embedded in a male sub's essence. In our orientation to the world, femininity deserves the adulation of masculinity. Femininity is, after all, superior to masculinity in most every meaningful ...