Housekeeping Ch. 01

Tom was fast asleep when something stirred him back to reality. He raised his head and realized that it was a knock at the door. He collapsed back onto his pillow; really hoping whoever it was would go away. But after a moment the knock came again, so with a curse Tom got untangled from his sheets and made his way to the door.

After a few steps however, Tom realized that he had a bit of a problem. The problem, to put it bluntly, was the raging hardon that was making a tent in his boxers. He closed his eyes for a moment to remember the dream he was having. It was himself and the red haired cashier from the coffee shop down the street. She was on her knees taking his dick into her mouth, grinning at him from around his erection. He was grunting and telling her he was about to finish, when the image was shattered by the knock at the door. But the remains of his lust filled state just wouldn't go away. As he was debating what to do, the knock at the door came yet again. He decided that if anyone noticed he would apologize and say he had just woken up. Tom assumed that everyone knew about the whole morning wood thing and made his way to the door.

"Sorry it took me so long," Tom started to say in a raised voice, trying to get to the door before the knock came again.

He opened the door and gazed straight into the cleavage within an old t-shirt that had been given a v-neck with a pair of scissors. He closed his eyes and immediately began to blush, knowing that this was a wonderful way to make a first impression. He attempted a chuckle to try to break the ice or at least distract from his impending doom.

"I am so sorry about that," Tom said as he leaned his head back.

But when he opened his eyes he discovered that a pair of green eyes was staring at him. However, they were not staring at his face. They were aimed a little further south, examining the tent in his shorts. This attention only got Tom going more, making it a bit harder and longer for as long as she watched. But a noise down the hall ruined the moment and the lovely eyes began to blush.

"Umm ... hi," the lady said, immediately blushing a deep shade of red.

"Hi, I'm Tom," he said while extending his hand. He figured they were past embarrassment now.

"I'm Julie," she replied.

She shook her hand and started to bust up laughing. Tom invited her in and she explained that she was living in the building. After they took a seat at the kitchen table she elaborated a bit more. As part of a deal with the landlord, she is offering cleaning services to all of the tenets in the building. From there the conversation went into introductions and just general chit chat. They talked for a good while, until she started to blush again. She got up and started to make her way to the door. Julie thanked him for the talk and stumbled out of the door.

He wondered what exactly happened there, but the image of Julie's luscious tits filled his mind. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander. Her 6"0 frame was naked and laying on a bed with red sheets. Her tits were 38D, and she was lightly touching them. Her face was oval and had smallish lips and her lovely deep eyes. Her eyes contained some years of experience compared to Tom of only 22. But she was smoking hot and had kept herself looking great with exercise and work. He walked to the bed and she immediately started to suck on his cock, he groaned loudly and that caused her only to suck harder.

His dick went in and out of her smiling mouth; she even grabbed his ass and really started to work it deep into her mouth. Moans and groans erupted from Tom's mouth; he gripped her hair and held on for dear life. He reached down and started to squeeze her tits, teasing her nipples slowly. Twisting them slightly to the left, then harder and then harder still.

Finally, he couldn't take anymore and with a loud 'Fuck' he came deep in her mouth and let loose all of his pent up lust. Back in reality Tom had jerked on his cock until with a shudder and a shiver he sprayed all over his chest and groaned loudly. While reaching for a napkin on the table more images of Julie floated in his head. Tom hoped tat this might be the beginning of a interesting friendship.

(I know this is short but it is the first in a series. I hope you like this little teaser and email me good or bad and let me know.)