The Window Cleaner
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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The Window Cleaner
My name is Alex and I’ve been a professional window cleaner now for almost five years. It still amazes me to think that it all started when I was sixteen and looking to earn a few bucks in my spare time. Now, years later, I have my own business with a steady income and my friends are surprised to see how far I’ve come.
I started out by picking a new housing development that had the kind of houses that only people with real money could afford. These owners had to be making a couple of hundred thousand dollars plus a year. They were the type of people that had the great house, the new cars, and wives that didn’t have to work and they didn’t do windows.
It all started off quite slowly, I’d managed to get a dozen homes and cleaned their windows once a month, but soon that figure doubled and then tripled simply by word of mouth. I’m well known in that area now and provide this service to almost the entire development. Now at the age of twenty-one, I have over a hundred homes on the roster and it all brings in a nice living. I charge a reasonable fee for every house and make sure that all the windows I clean are spotless, which is one reason I nearly always get repeat customers.
Just lately though I’ve been asked by several clients to do the inside as well and although I don’t mind doing it I tend to get rather distracted at times. A good case in point was a few weeks ago when Betty, a thirty year old housewife asked me if I wouldn’t mind doing the inside windows as she had guests coming for a visit.
The one perk of this type of job is the women, and Betty is no exception. These stay at home housewives were nearly always alone during the day and as time passed they began to request that I call them by their first name. Now Betty was a flirt, the kind that likes to catch your eye, and she always wore a short skirt and tight top and trust me, she had the figure for it. On this particular day her husband had left early on a business trip and she clearly didn’t mind that another man was inside her home. She talked with me as I started her windows inside, and she always stood close by. It made me wonder what her husband was like, as it seemed she was starved for male company.
Up until now she would flirt, and let the occasional sexual innuendo escape her lips but I never thought much of it. I figured this was the highlight of her day, and I enjoyed the attention she was giving me. This day was different though, because she felt more intense for some reason. She was wearing a very tight t-shirt that clung to all the right places, and her short skirt showed her legs off to perfection. She also wasn’t wearing a bra, of that I was sure. I could see her nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt, and for the first time I really believed that she might take things a little further on this occasion.
The action that day started when she asked me if I wanted a coffee and after saying yes she began to fill the coffeepot. Somehow she didn’t manage to get the tap inside the pot before turning the water on full and I watched the water spray back onto her shirt. After screaming out and pulling back, she managed to get the coffeepot full and turned it on, before turning to face me again. Her tee shirt was drenched and I could clearly see her breasts and large nipples through the flimsy material and couldn’t help but get hard from the sight in front of me. She spotted the bulge immediately as I was wearing khaki shorts because of the hot weather.
“Is that because of me?” she said looking down.
I didn’t know what to say at first, mainly because up until now it had always been harmless flirting. The sight of those gorgeous breasts though was more than enough to keep me hard, and I started to apologize.
“Nonsense, you have no need to apologize, I like the fact that I can still turn a man on. So what say we get rid of that for you, it must be very uncomfortable?” she said as she began removing her top.
I couldn’t believe that she was being so blatant, yet there I was looking at her standing topless and not believing my luck. I stood there frozen to the spot; I wanted to touch her but couldn’t move. When she stroked my cock through my shorts it felt like lightning running through my body and all hesitation disappeared. In that instant I was so hard that when she suddenly pulled my shorts down my cock sprang to attention in front of her.
“Oh my, I’ve always wondered what you had between those legs and I’m not disappointed,” she said as she dropped to her knees in front of me.
She wasted no time after that, she just started to suck my cock. I’d heard stories of delivery guys getting this sort of attention and always put it down to over active imagination, but now that it was happening to me I guessed that maybe this sort of thing happened more frequently than I supposed. I looked down to watch her at work, and my God she was good. She’d spend time sucking the end and licking the ridge before allowing half of it into her mouth and sucking on it hard.
I was mesmerized by how her breasts would swing too and fro as her head bobbed back and forth. I reached down for the nipples and squeezed them both, to murmurs of approval from Betty. Just then I could feel myself tightening up and knew that I was very close to the point of no return. Betty must have known it too because she suddenly stopped sucking me and began stroking my cock with both hands. When I came she directed the string of semen towards her breasts, and I watched it running down between them.
Once the main load had gone she carried on sucking, which was incredibly sensitive on my mushroom shaped head. I guessed that she wanted to keep me hard and after a few minutes my thoughts were confirmed. She pushed me back against the kitchen wall and then pulled her skirt up before turning around and backing onto me. She wasn’t wearing any panties, which was a further turn on for me and she began doing all the work. She reached around and guided my still hardened cock into her now sopping wet pussy and impaled herself onto my shaft.
Betty must have really needed a good fucking because she kept moving her butt cheeks back and forth and as I watched my cock disappear time and again the feeling was incredible. After a few seconds I began to get in a rhythm, her pushing back and me pushing forward, until she began to cry out that she was going to cum. I could feel her pussy tightening up, she was squeezing me so much it was getting harder and harder to thrust in but each time I did she cried out a little louder until finally I could feel the ripples of her climax going through her body. She kept moving back and forth on me as the pulses slowed until she finally felt sated and pulled herself away.
She slowly stood up and let her skirt fall, giving herself a shake, she turned slightly giving me a glimpse of her naked breasts. Throwing a kiss over her shoulder she thanked me for such a pleasurable time and with a twitch of her hips left the room. Standing there with my pants around my ankles I didn’t realize that things were going to get a lot more interesting, how was I to know that Betty would tell someone about our encounter.
The community was a close knit one with everyone knowing everyone else, and as time passed I realized that Betty must have shared information about out intimate encounter. She’d probably told a couple of close friends, who discussed it with their friends, and so on until it was running like wildfire through the community.
A week after the Betty incident, I arrived at the Forsythe house ready to clean the windows. The Forsythe twins, Clare and Jody, were single and in their forties. They were always very good to me and in fact were one of my first costumers. They always remembered to give me a tip for the Christmas Season and a tin of their homemade cookies. Until that day I’d never looked at them as anything other than a sweet pair of ladies who always had a nice word to say. I knew something was different the moment I saw them open the door.
Expecting to see them in their conservative long sleeve blouses and slacks my mouth went slack when I saw them dressed in thin summer dresses. The light coming in from the door combined with the light from the hallway made the dresses almost transparent. Blinking my eyes, I managed to gather myself and give them my usual greeting, and then headed to the laundry room for the usual fresh water.
Their house only had eleven windows including the front and back door, so it didn’t take me long to get the job done. I was standing outside gathering my equipment when I heard Clare call from the door offering the usual cold drink. Homemade lemonade is something I never refuse especially on such a hot day. Following her into the family room I headed to my usual spot on the sofa and suddenly they sat down on either side of me. Looking from one to the other I started to think something was going on.
“We heard about you and Betty…um and we were wondering if it’s true?” said Jody.
At first I didn’t say anything as I didn’t know what they meant. Then it hit me, were they talking about what happened between me and Betty. I looked at Jody and then Clare, wondering if they knew. .
“I’m not sure what you mean?” I replied hesitantly.
“Oh come on Alex, Betty told us how you seduced her and we wanted to know if what she said was true?” said Clare.
I froze on the sofa wondering what to say, wondering if I was going to lose their business and knowing that I had to say something, so I’d better make it the truth.
“First of all I didn’t seduce her she seduced me, so if that’s what you’re referring to and wanted to know then yes it is true,” I replied.
“Actually we were not talking about that part of it, we wanted to know if what she said about you is true?”
“Well what did she say?”