The Cleaning Lady

Episode 9

Lara dismissed her driver, walked into the beautiful duplex. She lowered herself onto the cozy leather couch and called out to her maid.
“Welcome madam” the girl came scurrying from the kitchen.

“Angela, take this bag to my room upstairs” she responded.

She handed over her file bag and dug out her phone from her handbag. She peered at it. The message hadn’t been delivered yet. What happened? She tried calling his number again but it was still off. This was unusual of him. He never allowed his phone to run out of juice. He must have switched it off intentionally. Could he be with another woman? Lara felt a pang of jealousy shoot through her. Had he already moved on? She definitely had to see him, even if it was just to know if it was just infatuation she was felt.

Her phone rang. She jumped up and grabbed it from where it lay, hoping against hope that it was him returning her call. The caller ID stated it was Charles. Charles!!!! Christ, she had forgotten she was to give him a call after her meeting. She hit the receive button.

“Honey, I’m so sorry, I was supposed to have called…….”
Sheila’s body was on fire. She hadn’t felt this hot for waaaaaayyyyyy too long. Her clothes felt like they were burning and she was so glad when Kunle began pulling her top off.

When his hands ran over her her back and unhooked her bra, she was even more impatient to get the burning piece of cloth off her and she had flung it away. He had grabbed her jugs and in her mind she was like “Please don’t grab my nìpples. I will lose it if you grab them”. She was happy when he pulled her back down, squashing her brèasts into his chest as he kissed her ferociously.

His hands ran over her nakèd back and down to the globes of her arsè. He caressed the flesh that had been exposed, squeezing and spanking her playfully. She pulled herself back up and grinded her crötch into him again. She began to massage and rub his arms and chest, stroking and rubbing gently but firmly. Sheila looked into his face, finding him looking at her chest in anticipation. She raised her arms above her head for a moment and Kunle swallowed hard, staring at her full, firm brèasts swaying hypnotically before his eyes. She saw his expression and smiled as she dropped her arms and folded them under her brèasts, pushing them up and making them look even bigger.

“Like what you see?” she asked.
All Kunle could do was nod. His cöck was now stiff as a board and his breathing had quickened noticeably. He reached up again to caress her jugs, pinching her nipplès. She gasped and slapped his hands away.
“Please, don’t do that. You will make me lose it” she said.
“Really” he thought. “So that’s your weak spot. Your nipplès.” Kunle reached up again and grabbed them, tweaking and flicking with his fingers, feeling them grow hard immediately. She gasped and m0aned again, pleading with her eyes.
“Please Kunle, I beg you. You will make me weak.” she begged.

Kunle ignored her and pulled her towards him until her brèasts were only inches from his face. He looked up at Sheila, erotically licked his lips and smiled. Her eyes pleaded with him but he began to lick and sU-Ck her left nipplè. She let out a loud m0an as bolts of pleasure wracked her body. She cried out louder and cupped his head as he ministered to her, gently at first and then with more urgency. She m0aned, then gently pushed his head back and placed her other brèast in front of him. He took it and began to nibble and sU-Ck.

“That’s it baby.” she murmured.
After a long moment, Sheila gently pushed back and moved off him, kneeling just out of his reach on the bed. His cöck was now rock hard, pleading for some more room to breathe.

“I bet that’s uncomfortable,” she said, pointing at his crotch.
“It is,” he grunted.

Sheila reached over and rubbed it, making him shiver. “I wonder what we can do about it?” she asked with a devilish look on her face. With that she slid off the end of the bed and stood there looking at him. His eyes were locked on her and she looked down at her leggings, then back at him as her fingers hooked the hem slowly pulled them down an inch. Kunle licked his lips and unconsciously put his hand inside his shorts to rub his aching rod. She saw that and giggled, then turned away from him.