NAKED Housecleaning
Erotic Fiction by
Kendall Swan
Smashwords Edition
Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
Copyright © 2009 by Kendall Swan
Also by Kendall Swan
NAKED Parent Teacher Conference
The Sexual Memoir of Emma #1: A Whole New World
Grand Pleasure Station: Exposed! (Feature Article Series) (New Erotic Fiction)
NAKED Restaurant Critic
NAKED Neighbor
NAKED Cheerleader and other stories (NAKED Anthology #1)
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Chapter 1
Marie enjoyed cleaning Mr. Roberts’ house. He was always very respectful to her and he had very nice things to clean. It also helped that he was so good looking. He had broad shoulders and curly blonde hair.
She would go over twice a week for a few hours. She hadn’t wanted to take him on at first because her cleaning schedule was busy already and she had very little room. But he paid very well so she dropped a class to do it.
She was working her way through college. Between studying and working more than full time, Marie had no social life. Other kids her age were partying and exploring themselves and others but she didn’t have that luxury. She had to pay for tuition, rent, gas, and food. That was another thing she liked about Mr. Roberts. He was very generous with his kitchen. He always implored her to help herself to a meal of any kind before she started and after she was done.
When she arrived there on Tuesday afternoon he was in his study as usual. Marie wasn’t exactly sure what he did for a living. She just knew that he worked from home, was a multi-millionaire, and was in his late thirties. She figured he must be very good at whatever it was that he did.
She went up to his bedroom to gather his clothes and sheets to launder. She could always tell from the sheets if he had a woman over. He did most weekends and sometimes during the week. It wasn’t surprising. He was rich, good looking, and single—what woman wouldn’t want to sleep with him?
As Marie pulled the pillow cases off of their pillows, she lingered with them, taking in their scent. His smell was musky mixed with some expensive cologne. She enjoyed it. She had been cleaning his house for three months now and found herself craving more and more of those intimate personal details about him.
Her imagination had even gotten the better of her one time when she was putting the sheets back on the bed. She imagined herself in one of those silly black and white French maid’s costumes with no panties on underneath. She had garters on and high heels, as well—that attire being very conducive to cleaning houses and all.
While she was bending over the bed tucking the sheets under, Mr. Roberts had come up from behind her and started rubbing her exposed lips with his fingers. When she moaned, he put his huge cock all the way inside of her, making her groan with pleasure.
In reality, she actually had been tucking the sheets under but instead of a French maid’s costume, she wore her usual jeans, t-shirt and flip flops. Mr. Roberts had walked in on her as she was daydreaming about him. She let out a startled cry when she saw him, feeling as if he had been able to look inside of her head at the vision that was making her wet. He couldn’t, though, and her cry had only made for awkward moment.
Marie finished with her usual duties and had just finished scarfing down a sandwich when Mr. Roberts joined her in his spacious kitchen.
“Marie, do you have a minute before you leave? I’d like to talk to you about a proposition.” His tone of voice was formal but his entire demeanor was relaxed. He had chiseled features and only shaved a couple of times a week. The scruff added to his sexiness in Marie’s opinion. He worked in a t-shirt and shorts most days. Marie liked that about him. If you don’t have to go to an office, why dress like it?
“I do need to get to class pretty quick here but I can spare a minute. What did you have in mind?”
“Well, it’s a bit of an odd offer and I don’t want to offend you in any way. Let me preface this by saying that I think you do an amazing job and I genuinely enjoy having you around.”
Marie hadn’t been worried until then. While it was a very nice compliment to her, it also sounded like she was about to be fired. She was overwhelmed by the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had to pay her spring tuition in two weeks and couldn’t afford to lose any income right now.
Sensing her fears, Mr. Roberts quickly began reassuring her, “Don’t worry. I still want to you to be my housekeeper. I don’t want to let you go or anything. This is nothing like that. I just want to … add to your duties a bit, that’s all.”
“Oh, thank goodness!” Marie exclaimed. The fear drained out of her quickly like steam coming out of a pressure valve. She was visibly relieved.
“Also keep in mind that with added duties comes added compensation. I was thinking along the lines of triple what you are making now.”
“WOW!” Marie exclaimed before Mr. Roberts could continue. “Triple? What exactly is it you want me to do? Pour tar on your driveway or something?” Mr. Roberts laughed heartily at that. Marie liked that he enjoyed her sarcastic sense of humor.
“No, no. It’s just. Well. I’m not quite sure how to ask. I’ll just come out and say it. I want you to continue cleaning my house the way you do now. Only I would like for you to be naked while you’re doing it.” Mr. Roberts stared at her earnestly while she pondered what he meant.
Of all of the things she could imagine, that was not it. Her first inclination was to say ‘No way, thanks for nothing, have a nice life.’ But she couldn’t afford to be rash when it came to money decisions. She decided to mentally list the pros and cons of such a ‘duty.’
The pros were that it was TRIPLE the pay. That meant she could quit at least half of her clients and actually have some free time for a change. Or she could keep everyone and put some money aside, also for a change. Either one sounded very, very good to Marie.
Another pro was that she could show off her body. Since she had no life, there was no one around to appreciate her youth and beauty. Marie knew she would only be young once and it might feel nice to be appreciated like that.
And, though she didn’t want to admit it, she liked the idea of Mr. Roberts watching her work naked and was getting turned on by the thought of it. While sitting there in front of him, she felt embarrassed and turned on at the same time.
“Naked, huh?” she asked rhetorically. Mr. Roberts was leaning on the granite bar across from her. He had not come around to touch her nor was he shooting leery looks her way. In fact, he looked as if he had just asked her to add another day or something.
Marie scrambled through her brain to try to find something to put on the con side of her mental list. It’s just wrong. Feminism. You’ll be a prostitute. All of these reasons eventually made themselves clear. The only one that had any traction with her was the prostitution thing.
“I would do everything I normally do, just naked? This wouldn’t be about sex. And you wouldn’t try to have your way with me or anything?”
“Of course not. You are a gorgeous sight and I merely want to see more of you. Have you not noticed all the art around my home? I love and appreciate beauty. I want to be surrounded by it whenever I can. Your being naked here in my home would simply add to that.”
“Well, okay, I guess. I’ll clean your house naked if you pay me triple. I guess I’ll start on Friday?”
“Yes, Friday.”
Marie popped the last piece of her sandwich in her mouth, grabbed her backpack and headed towards the door. “Bye,” she said as she hurried out of the house.
Once she was outside, she started questioning herself. What was she thinking? Naked. That was just ploy. Why had she agreed to that? As if her body was answering her, she felt a slight wetness between her legs as she slid into her beat up Honda.
The reality was that she couldn’t quit even if she wanted to. Even if the proposition had offended her. It hadn’t. But still, she thought. Marie kept mulling over the situation in her mind as she sped to school.
She had always respected Mr. Roberts and felt the same from him. He was her dream client in many ways. She honestly felt in her gut that she could trust him. And Marie did not like going against her gut.
Chapter 2
Friday came along more quickly than Marie would have liked. She had been nervous about the arrangement all week. Not out of fear for her safety, though. She was nervous mainly from being self-conscious and confused.
She pulled into the driveway of the ornate mansion as usual and took her time walking to the door. You can do this, Marie. Triple the pay. This is no big deal. She continued talking herself into it up until she got to kitchen door where she always entered. She took a couple of deep breaths and then walked purposefully inside.
She stood there for a minute not knowing exactly how to proceed. Should she take off her clothes and then get the cleaning supplies or the other way around? Where should she put her clothes—on the bar, by the sink? Mr. Roberts walked in at that moment and greeted her warmly as usual.
“Hello Marie. How are you today?”
“Nervous,” she said with a crooked smile.
“Don’t be. You will simply do everything you normally do except you will be doing it without any clothing. Completely natural. That is what I want to see. If you like, you can hang your clothes up in the guest bedroom. And don’t worry about me. I won’t be following you from room to room. Simply perform your duties normally. And when you are finished, you may get dressed. I have taken the liberty of closing of the blinds so you won’t need to worry about being seen from outside.”
“Uh, okay.” It seemed he had taken care of everything. I guess this really was about cleaning naked. Marie noticed his blue eyes gleaming as he spoke.
“And of course you’re perfectly welcome to anything in the kitchen, as usual.”
“Do you want me to undress before or after I eat?”
“Your choice,” he said graciously. He was being even more formal today than on Tuesday. But he always was more polite than necessary, despite his relative youth and demeanor. ‘Maybe it’s his upbringing. Maybe he inherited all his money,’ Marie thought.
Marie thought she should just dive in. She went to the guest bedroom and quickly removed her clothes. She saw her reflection in the mirror as she left the room. She was quite proud of her body. She didn’t have the time or money for a gym membership. But she managed to exercise plenty in her daily life giving her smooth and toned muscles. She also enjoyed her long dark brown hair. She had been letting it grow out this year and the new look suited her well.
But what she was most grateful for were her breasts. She came from a family of well endowed women and enjoyed her heritage very much. Her breasts were perfect Ds. They were voluptuous without being hangy. And she had perfect quarter-sized pink nipples that tended to pebble easily when she was cold or the slightest bit horny.
She went back to the kitchen in the nude and grabbed an apple. ‘Forbidden fruit,’ she thought as she took a large bite out of it. She finished the apple then gathered up her supplies and marched upstairs like she normally did.
She actually felt ok. Her nervousness had subsided for the most part and the only thing that reminded her she was naked was the occasional cool draft from the air conditioning. She would have to mention that to Mr. Roberts.
Marie reached his bedroom and gathered his hamper bag from his walk in closet that was the size of her apartment. She went to his bed, bent down to get the sheets, and thought about her daydream. She remembered how she had been bent down like this with her lips showing. She was only minus the French maid outfit.
She looked around and listened to make sure Mr. Roberts wasn’t on his way up. Then she slowly slid her hand between her legs while still bending over the edge of his bed. Her fingers slid over her clit while making their way to her folds. With a tilt of her wrist two fingers made it through her folds to the sweet moistness of her pussy. She fingered herself slowly for a couple of minutes, occasionally pulling her fingers out to rub her juices all over her bud which had become erect quickly.
You have work to do. And a schedule to keep. You need to stop. But she couldn’t. She was surprised that the mere act of taking her clothes off turned her on so much. Mr. Roberts wasn’t there; she was alone. But her skin was alive. It was as if she disrobed her inhibitions as well as her clothes.
She finally gave in to her impulses and crawled onto his bed, taking in his scent as she did. She turned on her back and luxuriated in the feel of Mr. Roberts Egyptian cotton sheets against all of her skin. She imagined herself getting into this bed at the end of an evening because she lived there. Shortly after, Mr. Roberts would join her. He would roll over to her side and slide his hand down her pale body, cupping her breast and grazing her flat stomach. Then his hand would be between her legs.
Marie had both hands between her legs now. She was fingering herself with one hand and was quickly rubbing her clit with the fingers of her other hand. Her eyes were closed and she had to stifle her moans as she rubbed the wet clit faster and faster.
She was now imagining Mr. Roberts with his face between her legs. Instead of her fingers, it was his soft, hot tongue on her and three of his fingers inside of her. She felt the heat rising inside as she got closer to coming. She briefly opened her eyes and a movement near the door caught her eye. She looked that way but saw nothing. Was it her imagination? Had Mr. Roberts been watching her?
The thought of it excited her to no end. She was roughly fingering herself as much as physically possible without a toy of some kind. And she was violently smacking her clit, the sensation driving her closer and closer. She imagined Mr. Roberts in the doorway watching her touch herself and that was enough. Electric pleasure radiated out from her pussy.
Marie quickly got up and went to his bathroom. Her legs were a little weak but not like after getting fucked where she really couldn’t walk for a few minutes. She grabbed some toilet paper and wiped up her juices, then flushed the evidence.
She gathered up the sheets, grabbed the hamper bag, and went downstairs to start the laundry. As she passed by Mr. Roberts she saw him at his desk. He looked up and smiled, his blue eyes sparkling again. She couldn’t tell if he had seen her or not or had even heard her. His smile was hard to read. But he did look pleased. Was it because he just witnessed her pleasuring herself on his bed? Or was it because she was passing by naked as he had wanted?
Marie went about her duties as usual--slowly forgetting that she was naked. Mr. Roberts was right. He did not hover. He generally stayed in his office, occasionally venturing out to go to the bathroom downstairs or get something to eat.
When she was done she went to the kitchen to make a sandwich for the road. She was running late because of her…distraction. She decided to stay naked while doing this in case Mr. Roberts came in. The idea of him watching her had taken her pleasure to a new level. And she didn’t mind being naked, generally. If he wanted to pay her triple for something she enjoyed so much anyway, more power to him.
She was making more noise than necessary while making her sandwich in the hopes that she would get her employer rendezvous. Finally, just as she was slipping a napkin around her finished sandwich and about to head to guest bedroom to get dressed, Mr. Roberts walked in.
“Marie, hello. How was it?”
What was he talking about? Fingering herself in his bed? Or just being naked? Embarrassment flickered inside Marie for a moment causing her face to redden briefly. It was followed by the intense attraction that had originally caused her to remain naked in the kitchen.
Mr. Roberts, seeming to sense her confusion somehow, clarified, “How was it housecleaning naked today? Did it bother you at all? You seem pretty comfortable right now here with me.”
“Oh, no, it was fine, actually. I didn’t know it would be so easy. But I’m naked at my apartment all the time and I feel pretty at home here, so it wasn’t much of a stretch. And…I’m comfortable with you looking at me.”
Marie smiled at Mr. Roberts as she said this. She could feel the heat in her body again and between her legs. Mr. Roberts was holding her gaze and seemed comfortable. He was standing beside the bar instead of in front of it as he was when he first offered the proposition.
Marie watched as he slowly let his gaze drift from her eyes to her naked breasts. Her nipples had become hard while they were speaking and Marie wondered if he had noticed the effect. His eyes then drifted down her body passed her small belly button to the small tuft of hair above her pussy. Marie noticed the corners of his mouth turn up slightly as he looked her over.
“You are beautiful woman, Marie. Your body is a work of art. Thank you for allowing me to enjoy it more fully when you are here.”
Marie was pleased and disappointed by his comment. She loved the compliment but his tone was still so formal. And he hadn’t moved from his spot or reached over to touch her. She realized she wanted him to touch her. She looked down and saw the shape of a very large cock trying to push its way out against his denim shorts. She wanted to see his body naked, too. And then feel what their naked bodies could do together. But she didn’t have the power to ask that.
Mr. Roberts pulled an envelope out of his back pocket with her weekly pay and placed it on the counter.
“Well, I’ll see you Tuesday. As usual?” he asked, apparently ignoring his own desire.
“Tuesday, yes.” Marie felt her own desires drift away as she watched him walk out of the kitchen. She grabbed her sandwich and went to the guestroom to change. She tried to work through her feelings as she headed to her car.
At first, she had been worried that this would become sexual and it hadn’t. Now she was disappointed. She hadn’t realized how attracted she was to Mr. Roberts.
Maybe she had felt he was out of her league. But his proposition had changed that. And now all she could think about was him touching her. Fucking her, actually. Yes, she wanted to feel his big cock penetrating her lips and thrusting into her pussy. Her sex became wet again as she reached the parking lot at her college.