The Cleaning Lady

Episode 13

Sheila ran into the bathroom screeching and giggling like a parrot. The jizz all over her chest had slid down all over her belly and thighs and was dripping off her like a tap. Kunle walked in behind her, gazing and smiling at her body covered in a mixture of his cúm and oil.
“What are you smirking at?” she demanded, a slight playful frown on her face.
“I’m just admiring your body.” He responded.
“Really? After you splashed all that yucky irritating stuff all over me, right?”
She turned round to turn on the shower.

Bending over to pick up a bottle of wash that had fallen to the floor, the sight of her bubble-bútt again brought Kunle forward and he grabbed her waist and rubbed his still hard dìck between her bútt cheeks. Sheila coiled and pulled away, turning around to face him.

“Get that thing away from me!!!!” she squealed. “I don’t want to come near that beast again, not even with a 10-foot pole!!!!”
Kunle laughed and took the bottle from her. He poured some of the wash into his hands and began rubbing the slippery soap over her body until her body foamed with lather. He turned her round and positioned the spray from the shower over her chest. The spray washed away the mixture of oil and cúm on her body as he kneaded and massaged her shoulders and brèasts, tweaking and pulling at her nìpples, feeling them grow hard again. Sheila gasped and groaned, and he felt her go limp against him.

“Kunle you are doing this again. Please I’ve had enough” she protested weakly.
Kunle lifted her arms and placed them around his neck, her brèasts jutting forward. His cöck was planted firmly between her bútt cheeks and he reached out for the body wash again. He squirted a generous amount on her bútt and held her hips. He began to grind into her and she responded by rocking her arsè into him. He scooped some more of the soap and rubbed her body and kneaded her giant brèasts, watching as the spray of hot water washed over her.

They “danced” for a while, and when his fingers tried to seek out her clìt, she moved one hand down and grabbed his wrist.
“Please” she begged “not again. Some other time. I’m already sore. If you fúck me again, I may not be able to take it.”
She moved away from his grasp and slid to her knees on the tiled floor.
“I really have to stop. I will be too weak if I take another round of this and I have to get going home soon. My aunt will soon be worried I haven’t come in at this time.”
She wrapped her fingers around his dìck that had been waving in front of her face. Stroking it tenderly, she looked up at him.

“I will try and make you Pour again, but please, no more sèx today.”
“Okay” Kunle replied.

She wrapped her hands around his shaft and began to stroke rapidly. She pumped him harder and faster. Kunle’s hips bucked and within minutes he felt himself going over the edge. He signaled to her and she jerked faster, pushing her chest out. He m0aned as for the second time that day, he unloaded copious amounts of his jizz all over her. His spúnk splashed all over her face and chest as she jerked him off, and she had to close her eyes and mouth from the sheer force of his ejacúlation.

“Gosh Kunle, you are going to kill me someday if we keep up like this” she replied, trying hard to open her eyes.

Kunle sighed and pulled her up. She turned into the spray and washed her face. His cöck had finally gone limp, resting from the two powerful örgasms. Sheila vigorously scrubbed her body and he took the sponge and scrubbed her back and árse.

“Honestly Kunle, are you sure you REALLY had a problem?”
“Baby, I’m dumbfounded myself.”
“How long have you been taking that medicine?”
“Roughly about two months now.”
“I think you should stop. Did you cúm all that while?”
“No.”
“No? That’s a lie.”
“I’m serious Sheila. I told you before. I didn’t want to disappoint another girl again.”
“From what you just did to me, I can hardly say what I feel now is disappointment.”

They finished their shower and Kunle insisted on dressing her up. At each stage of clothing, he planted a kiss on her. Her p@anties, kiss, bra, kiss, jeans, kiss, her t-shirt, kiss, and finally her jacket. He gave her a long kiss afterwards, and she had to push him away reluctantly.

“Sheila, I’m really grateful for you helping me out.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I’m yours now.” She replied.

They held each other for a long while before she pulled on her sandals and he walked her to the park.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you. I’m already missing you even though I haven’t left yet.”
“I’m already missing you too. Don’t worry, I will see you on Monday.”
“But I don’t work on Mondays!!!”
“That doesn’t mean I won’t see you. I’m taking you out on our first official date.”
She smiled and hugged him. He hailed a cab and paid the driver to take her home. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and watched as the cab drove off and disappeared into the traffic.