Life went on and I did not have Avril round for five weeks. As Mrs. A, she was still doing as thorough cleaning job for me as she had always done. On Monday she suggested it would be an idea to give the kitchen a thorough clean.
“You know Mr. Brutus, clear all the cupboards, and wash inside them and put everything back nice and clean. Would the budget run to a couple of hours for two of us if I brought my eldest, Amy, she is twenty-two now.”
“Of course, Mrs. A. if the job needs doing, let's get it done, you and I have known each other long enough to strike a fair price for your work.”
As a result, Mrs. A and her daughter Amy arrived on Thursday morning. They set about the kitchen with vigour, and I just had to keep out of the way. At coffee break, Amy brought me a mug of coffee and five biscuits on a plate.
“Might be a while before you can get anything to eat, we are about halfway through.”
“That’s fine, Amy, I am sure you are doing a grand job.”
“While I am here Mr. Brutus I wonder if I could help you like mum does?”
“You mean come on the cleaning team?”
“No not like that. I mean help you to find the man in you again. You know, do what mum does for you on special times.”
“I am twenty-two now Mr. Brutus, an adult woman who would like some experience with an older man. I have no one special in my life so no one will get hurt.”
“Yes, I see that, Amy. Do you mind if I talk to your mum about it?”
“That will be fine.”
Eventually, they allowed me back in the kitchen and the two ladies had done an amazing job. It was like a new pin.
“My goodness! You two have worked hard, thank you so much.”
Amy tidied up and took a bucket of rubbish out to the bin. I ceased the chance to talk to Mrs. A about what Amy had said.
“Amy wants to help me like you do. How do you feel about that, would it be alright for me to do that sort of thing with her?”
“Yes, she has spoken to me about it. She has few good friends and has only been with two boys, it never seems to work. Please give her a chance, Robert, she would like that. I know she will be good for you. She is such a kind and gentle girl and has a lovely body too.”
“Do I arrange with her or with you?”
“Make the arrangements with her, she will do what suits you both. Speak to her before she goes.”
I went back to the conservatory; I was still a bit doubtful.
Amy came back to the conservatory and informed. “We are all finished now, Mr Brutus, we’ll be off soon.”
“Okay, Amy thanks for what you have done, it looks so much cleaner and brighter now. But before you go may I take you up on the offer you made earlier?”
“Yes, that would be nice, Mr. Brutus. I am free on Saturday evening would that be all right?”
“Yes certainly, 8 o’clock.”
All of Friday and Saturday I worried if I had done the right thing in having this young woman come to entertain me sexually. On Thursday she had worked so hard helping her mother deep clean my kitchen. Her pay, I had included with her mum’s and entrusted her that she would pass it on.
But as Saturday wore on I became more concerned. I was worried if anyone should see her coming. Thankfully, we were into Autumn now so it would be dark when she arrived. I did my usual ablutions before she came and then sat in the lounge. It was not long before the doorbell went. I let Amy in.
She looked completely different from the young woman that left on Thursday afternoon clad in overalls. As I helped her off with her coat she stood before me looking so sophisticated.
She was wearing an uncomplicated dress, short in the skirt and with a low neckline. Her superbly shaped stockinged legs went down into medium-heeled shoes. She had used a small amount of facial make-up.
“Are we in the lounge?” she asked.
“Yes.” Was my reply, I was too anxious to reply with more words.
She had determined, or at least her mother had, that she would control how the evening went.
“Mum says I am to make us two coffees and sit in the lounge. I will just get that organized.”
She went to the kitchen. I was pleased that I had left it as tidy after lunch as she and her mum had left it on Thursday.
She came back with coffee and put it on the table in front of us. She sat on the couch beside me.
“Now what do I call you Mr. Brutus? Will it be Robert, Rob, Mr. Brutus, Pop, Dad, or Love?”
“Never given it a thought, why not just Brute?”
“That in no way describes you Mr. Brutus, let it be Rob shall we.”
She led the conversation, asking what I had done today. Had I been to the shops? Had I cleaned the car? Had I been in the garden?
My reply was a bit stilted, like a nervous young man at a job interview.
“Yes, I did a bit of shopping, took the car through the car wash, but a bit wet for gardening.”
She got up and went to the doorway and switched off the overhead lights. The room was lit only by a small lamp in the alcove.
She came beside me again and took my hand. It was sweaty with nervousness. I wanted to say, can we stop, Amy, but the words would not come out. This young woman was doing all she could to put me at ease and I was resisting her efforts. But she persevered.
She turned to me and kissed me gently. “Rob, I love you, you are so kind to me.”
“Thank you and I love you too Amy. That is the problem.”
“It isn’t a problem to me, lets us relax and be in love together.”
I had succumbed at last. I kissed her and she moved to sit on my lap. her shapely legs spreading over the rest of the couch. Her skirt was above her knees. She raised them and her skirt fell further up her thighs. Such beautiful thighs deserved a hand on them, and I obliged.
She kissed me again with more passion and her tongue parted my lips and forced entry. I had to slide down the couch a bit to give myself a bit more room in my underwear.
She knew that she was exciting me. I desperately wanted to push my hand further under her skirt. She just put her arms around my neck and cuddled me. Two more tender kisses on my lips.
I gave way to temptation and moved my hand further under her dress. She put a hand on it to stop me.
“Not just yet, Robert, the night is young.”
“Sorry.”
She wanted a bit of time to get over the relationship that we had enjoyed up to now. Her just being my cleaner’s daughter and nothing else. She was a lovely girl and her smile, and her nature made me feel so warm toward her. I kissed her neck and then let my hand wander to her waist. It was slim, taut, and so much part of her super figure. I imagined that her mother would have been like this at her age.
She got off my lap and then kneeled before me and I opened my legs to allow her to get between them as she knelt facing me. She placed both of her hands on the top of my hips. Her magic smile looked up at me. In one action both hands ran round my waistband and met in the middle above my belt buckle.
I quivered and braced myself. My belt she had unbuckled and in one swift movement, she took my zip down to its lowest. With the belt gone she unfastened my waistband and peeled the fly open as far as it would go. Another of her melting smiles followed.
My relaxation had now turned to excited anticipation.
She was the gentlest girl. She found my cock in my boxers and then gently brought it out into the open air.
My cock was not yet that hard and she gently kissed the tip, her tongue just caressing the end of my foreskin. I raised my hips, and she took down my trousers and boxers. They were around my ankles like shackles, there was no way I could run away now.