As I pulled into my father's driveway, I frowned in confusion at the sight of an unfamiliar car parked next to his. Dad didn't have many friends aside from his poker buddies, so I had no idea who would be visiting him on a Thursday afternoon.

I'd recently begun working nights at the hospital, and I tried to check in on Dad fairly often before I had to start getting ready for my shift. At seventy years old, Dad had retired a few years ago, and my mother divorced him shortly afterward. Now, she was remarried and living what she called "her best life," and my dad had seemingly embraced his return to bachelorhood.

Still, I worried about him getting lonely. Though he and I had never been very close, I strove to change that. He didn't make it easy, however. When I offered to run errands for him, or take him to a restaurant just so he could get out of the house, he would wave me off. "I don't need your help, Nash," he'd tell me in his gruff voice. "I'm fine. But you, son? You need to get a hobby. Or get laid."

While comments like those stung, I managed not to let Dad get under my skin. My own divorce had only recently been finalized, and I didn't need anyone, least of all my father, reminding me that I hadn't had sex in over a year. He hadn't been on a date since the 1970s, so he had no idea how much of a challenge it was to connect with someone these days.

As I now got out of my car and made my way to the front door, I thought I could hear the roar of a vacuum cleaner. I remembered Dad mentioning he was thinking about hiring someone to clean his house once a week. I'd agreed that was a good idea, since my father was far from tidy. When they were still married, Mom constantly complained about his messiness.

I found the door unlocked and let myself inside. Already, I had a pleasant smile fixed on my face as I prepared to greet the new housecleaner. That smile vanished entirely when I saw my dad lounging on the couch. His expression was downright lecherous, and it was easy to understand why. A young woman in a ridiculously skimpy maid's uniform stood before him, pushing a vacuum over the worn living room carpet. Her waist-length dark hair was pulled back in a braid, which gave me a good look at her gorgeous profile. The top she wore was so low-cut that her ample breasts threatened to spill out of it every time she leaned forward. Her skirt, meanwhile, was short enough to reveal plenty of cheek. The only sensible part of her outfit was the pair of white canvas shoes on her feet.

"Hey, Nash!" Dad shouted over the vacuum's noise. His smile let me know he found my shocked face hilarious.

The young woman glanced in my direction and then hurried to turn off the vacuum. "Hi, there!" she said brightly. I looked from her to my father and then back to her again. Both of them were acting like this was a completely normal situation.

"Uh, what's going on?" I managed to ask in the room's sudden quiet.

"Nash, this is Georgia, my new maid," Dad said.

"Housecleaner," she corrected him, her polite smile never wavering.

"Georgia, this is my son, Nash."

Georgia held out her hand to me. "Nice to meet you, Nash."

As I shook her hand, I couldn't help but notice her beautiful brown eyes, so large and full of expression. Yet they captured my attention for only so long before my gaze was drawn to her cleavage. "Nice to meet you, too, Georgia," I told her tits. She cleared her throat, prompting me to look up at her face again. My own face reddened when I saw her lift an eyebrow.

I grew flustered, unsure of how to act. This scenario was fucking surreal, like a crazy dream. Finally, I turned back to Dad. "Hey, Dad, can I talk to you a minute?"

His smile widened to a grin. "Sure, have a seat."

"Uh, how about in the kitchen?" I said in a strained voice.

While Dad feigned oblivion, Georgia picked up on my signals. "It's okay, I'm finished in here," she said. "I have a little more work to do in the kitchen, so if you'll excuse me..." 

I watched her unplug the vacuum cleaner and begin winding the cord around the cord hooks. She had to bend down to reach the bottom one, which gave me an eyeful of her luscious ass. The sight of her black thong made my cock stir.

When Dad and I were finally alone, I went to sit next to him on the couch. "Dad, what the hell is going on here?" I hissed, trying to ensure Georgia didn't overhear.

"I told you I was going to hire a maid," Dad said, all innocent-like.

"Housecleaner," I corrected him. "And that's fine, but I want to know why the woman you hired looks like a prostitute!"

Dad's smile morphed into a scowl. "That's disrespectful, son. She's working hard here."

Glancing around, I had to admit Dad was right; the house looked better than it had since Mom moved out. "Great, I'm glad she's working out for you. But what's going on with the outfit?"

Before my father could answer, his ancient cell phone rang. "I gotta take this, Nash. It's Fred calling about the next poker game."

As Dad began what was sure to be a lengthy conversation with Fred, I wondered if I should simply get up and walk right out the fucking door. Whatever was going on here had nothing to do with me. But I knew I had to get to the bottom of it. What if Georgia was some kind of gold digger who was after Dad's money? I couldn't turn a blind eye and allow him to be taken advantage of.

With a heavy sigh, I stood and headed toward the kitchen, where Georgia was cleaning the countertops. She offered me a smile but didn't volunteer any explanation for her uniform. I struggled to keep my voice friendly while asking her which company employed her.

"I work for myself," she replied. "I have references, if you're interested."

"You do this full-time?"

Georgia washed her hands at the sink, then turned to me. "Part-time. I'm a full-time student at the university."

I raised my eyebrows, slowly nodding while I processed this information. "You must stay busy then."

"Very." Georgia tossed her long braid over her shoulder.

In her presence, I felt completely off balance. I wanted to take a firm, authoritative stance with this girl, but it was almost impossible when she made me feel like she had the upper hand. She was gorgeous, oozing sex appeal without even trying. And I was old enough to be her father. I was also disgusted with myself for wishing I'd worn something nicer than jeans and a T-shirt. My dark blond hair needed a cut, and I hadn't yet shaved. A girl like her wouldn't give me a second look if we passed each other on the street.

Finally, I worked up the nerve to ask, "You always dress like that when cleaning houses?"

Georgia looked down at her outfit and grinned. "No, but your dad offered to pay me an extra hundred bucks if I wore a sexy maid's uniform while cleaning his house."

"Goddamn it," I muttered, pressing a hand against my forehead. I was ready to wring Dad's neck. "And you thought it was appropriate to go along with that request?"

When Georgia's eyes met mine again, I noticed her stare grow decidedly cool. "Everett pretends to be a dirty old man, but he's harmless. If he wants to see me prance around with my tits and ass on display, I'm willing to do that for the right price."

My mouth dropped open at her candor. Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "I thought you college girls were supposed to be feminists." As soon as I'd spoken the words, I desperately wished to take them back. I tried not to cringe as Georgia's expression became blatantly hostile.

Then she plastered a sweet smile on her face, clasping her hands behind her back. Sidling up to me, she batted her long eyelashes. "You know what I think is feminist, mister?" Her cutesy voice was clearly meant to mock me. "Being able to make my own money so I can pay my fucking bills." Her demeanor suddenly turned icy, and the look she flashed could have cut me dead right there.

Never had someone made me feel like such a dick, not even my former wife, during our divorce. And I knew I deserved it. 

Before I could apologize, Dad strolled into the kitchen. His face darkened as he looked from me to Georgia. "Everything okay?" he asked her. "Nash isn't giving you any shit, is he?"

So much for family loyalty, I thought. 

Georgia kept her hard stare fixed on me as she said, "Your son's okay, Everett. It's a shame he doesn't have your charm, though."

That cutting remark actually made me wince. Dad was known for many things, but charm wasn't one of them.

Muttering a quick goodbye, I fled from the kitchen, my face red with humiliation. Long after I left my father's house, I kept thinking about what Georgia had said. Her words, repeated in my mind, ate away at me until I knew I needed to atone for my behavior.

The following Thursday, I showed up at Dad's house with a bouquet of flowers I'd bought at the florist. I made sure the arrangement didn't include roses. The blooms were cheery and bright, reflective of the spring season. When I stepped into the living room, Dad appeared in the doorway. Georgia, however, was nowhere in sight.

My father scowled. "I should throw your ass out of here! Whatever you said to Georgia last week really pissed her off."

"I want to apologize to her for that," I said quietly.

Dad scratched his belly while regarding the flowers. "Those are a nice touch," he grudgingly admitted. "She's cleaning the main bathroom right now."

I ducked my head as I walked past Dad and down the hall. Approaching the bathroom, I heard Georgia singing softly. She had a beautiful voice.

Once I reached the doorway, I stopped short. The young woman was on her knees, leaning over the edge of the tub so she could scrub the bottom of it. She wore the same skimpy outfit, and again I drank in the sight of her perfect ass.

I made sure I was looking elsewhere when I said, "Hi, Georgia."

She glanced over her shoulder at me. "Hi, mister!" she replied in a deceptively sweet voice.

Briefly closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. No way was this girl going to let me off easy. "I want to apologize for being an asshole," I told her. When our eyes met again, I thrust the vase of flowers toward her. "These are for you."

Georgia was still for so long that I began to fear she'd tell me to fuck off and then go right back to cleaning. Finally, she rose and went to the sink to wash her hands. I liked how fastidious she was.

Turning to me, she let her gaze linger on the flowers. "Those are beautiful."

I was relieved when she accepted the vase, cradling it in her arm. "I'm glad you like them. And I appreciate you doing such an amazing job cleaning Dad's house."

Before she could respond, Dad started down the hall toward us, keys in hand. "I gotta run out and pick up a prescription at the drugstore." Standing at my side, he looked in the room at Georgia. "Will you be okay here for a few minutes, sweetheart?"

"Of course, Everett," she told him while her eyes locked with mine. At least she was no longer regarding me like I was shit on the bottom of her shoe.

"Drive safe," I told Dad. I had no idea why he'd picked now of all times to go to the pharmacy, but I figured I should stick around until he returned. When I heard the front door open and close, signaling Dad's departure, I turned back to Georgia. "Would you like me to put those flowers in the living room so they're out of your way?"

"That would be great, thank you." Her fingers grazed mine as she returned the vase to my grasp. The feel of her skin, brief as it was, sent a surge of longing straight to my dick. My mind worked against me then, recalling the numerous times I'd jerked off in the past week while fantasizing about Georgia.

She tilted her head a little, her smile playful. It was like she could read my thoughts. "Come back here when you're done."

I told myself I was imagining the seductive tone I heard in her voice. Maybe she was mocking me again. It would serve me right.

Still, I rushed to do as Georgia said. When I returned to the bathroom, I found her sitting on the edge of the tub, her legs spread to reveal her panties. They were white this time, their crotch narrow enough to reveal most of her plump pussy lips.

"Like what you see?" she asked with a sly grin.

This couldn't be happening, I thought, even as my cock twitched. "So much." The words came out as a desperate groan.

Georgia slowly stood. I tried not to look like a starving animal while watching her take off her shoes and those sexy panties. Motionless, I waited for her signal.

She gave it by planting her foot against the edge of the tub so she was spread wide. I closed the distance between us, but when I reached to take her face in my hands, she evaded my touch. "You haven't earned the right to kiss my mouth yet."

I trembled with need; it had been so long for me, and I was already fully hard. Sliding my hands along the back of her neck, I massaged her skin. She moaned with pleasure, a faint smile on her lips. I dared to move even lower until my fingers grazed her breasts.

"Have I earned the right to kiss these?" I whispered.

Georgia's stare grew hot as she nodded. I didn't hesitate to pull down her top, which had a stretchy neckline, so the fabric yielded easily. She wasn't wearing a bra beneath it. The moment I saw those stunning tits with their pale brown areolas and nipples, I moaned even louder. Georgia actually giggled at the sound, but when I rolled her hard peaks between my fingertips, she started moaning, too.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," I murmured. Our eyes met again, and I noticed her lips had parted. I could hear her breathing a little faster. Seeing the tip of her tongue emerge to slide over her bottom lip made me desperate to kiss her. But I respected her wishes and instead lowered my mouth to her right breast, latching on with a hunger I didn't try to hide.

Georgia held me to her breast, mewling while I drew more of her tit between my lips. "You're gonna mark me," she said, but she didn't tell me to stop. Her grip on my hair tightened, and I soon felt her guiding me downward. 

I immediately sank to my knees, grateful for the bathmat providing a cushion between me and the tiled floor. Georgia pulled that tiny skirt even higher, gathering it around her hips. I couldn't resist the urge to bury my face in her pussy. She gasped at my eagerness, then giggled again. Her scent was heady, and I quickly grew drunk on it. My arousal continued to build while I sucked her fleshy outer lips. At least she was letting me kiss her here, I told myself.

Georgia moved her hips with a sensual motion, letting me know she was plenty aroused, too. Still, she said in a guttural voice, "Your dad will be home soon."

That reminder prompted me to spread her outer labia farther apart so I could easily stimulate her clit. It was large, its hood drawn back. I gave it a teasing lick, and that initial caress seemed to drive Georgia wild. She pressed me firmly to her, making it clear she wanted more of my tongue.

And by God, I gave it to her. With my dick straining against the fabric of my chinos, I ate her pussy as if my life depended on it. I loved how responsive her clit was; I could feel it swell even more against my tongue. She made no attempt to muffle her cries, which echoed off the bathroom walls. I prayed Dad wouldn't walk through the front door before I made Georgia come.

It turned out I didn't have to worry. With one hand cupping Georgia's ass, I used my other hand to finger her sopping wet cunt. By this point, she was quivering, almost screaming as I brought her right to the edge of orgasm. When I sucked her swollen pearl between my lips, her knees actually buckled. I thought I'd have to stop pleasuring her in order to make sure she stayed upright, but she managed to keep her balance. My moans mingled with her cries as she came hard; I could feel the contractions ripple through her muscles, and her pussy gripped my fingers tight. She wailed my name, her voice sounding like a sob.

Only when she began squirming as if to escape me did I lean back. All the while, I kept a firm hold on her. She took her foot from the tub's edge and planted it against the floor, then reached for me. I hurried to my feet, licking my lips to gather up her juices.

"Now you've earned the right to kiss me," Georgia said. Yet she was the one who guided my mouth to hers. She seemed to delight in the taste of her pussy on my tongue, and I was more than happy to share it with her. When she cupped a hand between my thighs to stroke me through my pants, I released a needy whimper.

Breaking the kiss, Georgia offered me a wicked smile. "You want to fuck me, don't you, Nash?"

"More than anything!" I groaned. "Please, Georgia..."

"Promise not to come inside me?" Her hand kept working at my cock.

"I swear I won't. I'll do whatever you want!"

In response, Georgia turned to brace her palms against the countertop. I was practically panting at the sight of her ass thrust toward me.

"Go on, mister," she said in that cutesy voice. "Fuck my pussy!"

A growl escaped my throat as I freed my cock. "Just you wait, naughty girl."

Georgia wiggled her ass. "Don't make me wait too long, or Everett will get back before we finish."

I was on her in an instant, flipping up that skirt to reveal her round buttocks. My hands traveled over her ass, giving it an appreciative squeeze. All the while, my dick loomed out from me. I slid the tip along the length of her pussy, from clit to entrance. She grew completely still, holding her breath in anticipation.

That first thrust sent a shiver through her, and I couldn't help but grin. While I might have been only average in the looks department, my seven-inch cock helped to make up for it.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good!" Georgia sighed. 

I didn't trust myself to move for a long moment. Her pussy was so hot and wet, so tight around me, that I was afraid I'd come far too soon. I had one chance to prove to this girl that I was worth her time, and I was determined not to blow it.

Georgia turned her head to the side, letting me glimpse that beautiful profile. "Everything okay?"

"Everything's perfect," I quickly replied. "I'm just enjoying the feel of being inside your sweet cunt."

A pleased grin formed on her lips. Yet she urged me, "Hurry, Nash! I don't want Everett to catch us."

I sure as hell didn't want that, either, so I dared to begin moving. My hands were firm on Georgia's hips, and I couldn't resist looking down to watch my cock claiming her pussy. The sight had me groaning through clenched teeth. Christ, I didn't know how I was going to last for her! She might have understood if I'd told her how long it had been since I'd last had sex, but that wasn't something I wanted to admit. Not when she was used to fucking college guys who had almost no refractory period.

Georgia cried out again and again, seemingly mindless of the fact that Dad would easily hear her if he happened to step into the living room. "Yes, yes, fuck me! Harder!" 

My eyes rolled from the exquisite pleasure Georgia's cunt gave me. Looking at my reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror above the sink, I was glad she couldn't see my half-crazed expression. I was clearly on the edge, sweating and panting.

The need to come grew almost agonizing as I pounded her pussy. She writhed in my grip like a wild creature, but I feared I'd have to pull out before I was able to satisfy her.

In desperation, I reached around to slide a hand between her thighs, seeking out her clit. She actually squealed when I began furiously rubbing it.

"Please! Oh, my God!" Overcome by excitement, Georgia thrust her hips back toward me. We now fucked at a brutal pace; the repeated collision of our bodies grew hard and unrelenting until I felt my balls tighten and knew I was dangerously close.

It was then that Georgia came beneath my fingers, and all around my cock. My expression in the mirror appeared tormented as I withstood her fierce spasms. She screamed through her teeth, her hands scrabbling against the countertop.

Somehow, I kept my promise, pulling out when her contractions ebbed. My dick was coated with her juices, and I knew it would take only a few strokes to bring about my own release. Before I could start jerking, however, Georgia turned to face me. I watched as she dropped to her knees and took my cockhead between her lips.

"Ah, fuck!" I choked out. "Georgia, I'm gonna come!" Of course, she had to know that, but I thought it was only fair to warn her.

She moaned around my dick, and that vibration made me start shaking. Never in my life had a woman been so eager to take me in her mouth. Georgia cupped my balls in one hand and used the other to stroke the lower half of my shaft. When she looked up at me, I was struck by the determination in her eyes. Her cheeks were actually hollowed out from her forceful sucking.

The moment she gave my sack a gentle squeeze, I drew in a sharp breath, letting it out as an embarrassingly loud groan. My muscles tightened just before I erupted in her mouth with a violent shudder. I could hear her gulping down my seed even while she kept her lips circled firmly around my cock.

"Georgia!" I wove my fingers into her hair, my touch gentle in spite of how fiercely she'd made me come. As she happily licked me clean, I continued trembling. Finally, I moved to help her to her feet. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, practically beaming.

I know some guys are squeamish about kissing a woman who's just sucked them off, but I had no such reservations. And in the kiss I gave Georgia, I revealed all my gratitude and desire for her.

"Thank you," I whispered, brushing a few loose strands of hair back from her face. I'd definitely messed up her once-tidy braid.

"You're really good at making up for being an asshole," Georgia told me with a wink.

"Will you let me continue making up for it by taking you out to dinner?"

Smiling, she planted a sweet kiss on my lips, then said, "Absolutely, mister."

I was just leaving the bathroom when Dad arrived home. He and I ran into each other, and I had to do the walk of shame right past him. He reached out and grabbed my arm. "Leaving so soon?"

"Uh, yeah, I have to head home and get ready for work," I stammered.

Despite his attempt to appear clueless, my old man couldn't suppress a grin. I started to wonder if he had hoped for this very outcome when he first offered to pay Georgia to wear the sexy maid uniform. "Looks like you took my advice and got laid," he said in a low voice. I didn't reply, but my reddened face made him chuckle. Clapping me on the back, he added, "Who knows, son? Maybe you'll make a hobby out of it."