No one told me that my new housekeeper was 27 and gorgeous

Isadora had that sexy foreign accent that English actresses used in James Bond movies, however that was her real accent, it sounded false but it was so sexy. She pronounced words like ‘ironing board’ “irrrroning board” and my name Michael “Mikhail”. She somehow managed to stretch out all the vowels in certain words. When I heard her speak it sent a tingling sensation through my whole body.

My name is Michael Hughes, I’m 42 and I live in Maida Vaile, West London. I split up from my wife 2 years ago and I enjoy living on my own. I’ve had a few girlfriends over the past few years since splitting from my wife but I’ve never gone further than having a casual relationship. A year ago I got a new housekeeper, her name was Magda and she came from Lithuania. She was a quiet girl of 22, a figure like an ironing board and no personality.

However, she was a fabulous housekeeper. My apartment was always immacutely clean and my shirts superbly ironed. All I knew about Magda was, she came from a large family in Lithuania and lived in Wood Green, North London.

About a month ago I got a text from Magda saying that she had family problems at home and she was leaving that day and would be unable to clean my apartment on Friday. She said that she had a friend who would be prepared to take over her job and that she will get her friend to call me. Isadora called me the next day and this was the first time I heard her sexy voice.

We arranged for her to come on the Saturday starting at 11am. I let her in at 5 minutes to 11 and was quite shocked to see how attractive she was and how well dressed she was. She had a gorgeous figure, long auburn hair and a happy smiley smile. She didn’t look like a housekeeper. I thought no more of it and just hoped that she would be as good as Magda. I showed her around the flat and said that Magda always started by ironing my clothes in the main bedroom. Isadora did a great job.

Apart from her sexy voice she also dressed quite provocatively, she would arrive in smart trousers and a blouse or jumper, she would then go up to the bedroom and change into pink tracksuit bottoms with her black g-string displayed. She covered her ample chest with a low cut figure hugging T-shirt. She was curves all over and had a lovely olive skin. By the second week I was starting to enjoy watching her mop the floors and clean the house. She did it in her own unique way and I was just enjoying the view. I never thought for one moment that this was going to be anything but a professional relationship.

However I was pleasantly surprised and persuaded otherwise by the time she arrived the following week. I’ve been up quite late the night before and it was 11am Saturday morning and the sound of my door buzzer woke me up. I put on my bath robe, went down stairs and let Isadora in. As usual she went straight upstairs and changed from her smart clothes to her tracksuit bottoms and figure hugging T-shirt. We had a brief chat and she told me that she didn’t like her job, she worked for two Iranian Solicitors in Holborn who didn’t treat her very well and she’s looking for a new job.

I then went and ran a bath, the bathroom in on suite to the bedroom where she was doing my ironing. I had a long leisurely bath and had a good soak. I got out of the bath, put on my bath robe and draped a towel around my head;

I went and sat on the bed. Isadora then struck up a conversation with me and asked me what I thought was a good hourly rate for a PA in London. I told her what I thought. She then said that her boss had had her on trial for a week with no pay and he had now offered her the job working from 9 in the morning till 7o’clock, Monday to Friday and had offered her £150. 00 a week

Anyway we had a long chat about it and I told her what I thought. I stood up in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom; a few feet away Isadora was ironing my shirt. I was now dry and wanted to get dressed. I dropped a few hints witch she didn’t respond to, I thought this is funny; it must be obvious that I want to get dressed but she’s making no effort to leave the room, she just carried on doing the ironing and talking to me.

Eventually I said “Oh, can you give me 5 minutes while I get dressed.” She replied “You would like me to leeeeave the room?” “Well yes” I said. “I’ll only be 4 or 5 minutes getting dressed” “OK, I’ll just go down to the kitchen and get a class of water.” I took off my bath robe and stood naked drying the few wet parts of my body. I was just pulling up my boxer shorts when I heard Isadora coming up the stairs; she poked her head around the door frame just as I pulled up my blue boxer shorts. “O, good” she said. She walked in the room smiling and continued with her ironing. She didn’t seem at all disconcerted about being in the room with a semi-naked man. Anyhow, I got dressed, went out and met my ex wife for lunch.

I told her about this encounter and she reckoned I was a pervert, but then she would wouldn’t she? You know what ex wife’s are like.

The following week Isadora arrived at 11am as usual, immediately went upstairs and put on her tracksuit bottoms and T-shirt and started to do the ironing.

I was still in my bath robe and I had already run the bath which was full of bubble bath. I had a brief chat with Isadora and then went in the bathroom de-robed and got into the bath. About 3 minutes later there was a knock on the door and I could hear Isadora asking if she could come in to fill the iron with some water.

 I replied yes, she came in, looked at me lying in the bath, smiled sweetly and then filled the plastic container with water.

For a joke I said, “I suppose washing my back is out of the question?” She didn’t say anything; she just picked up the soap and started to rub my back. She then pushed my head forward so it was in my lap and washed my neck. She then moved my head back again and started to wash my chest, rubbing the soap in with one hand and washing it off with the other hand. Her hands then moved down to my legs and feet.

As her hands moved to the inside of my left leg adrenalin shot trough my loins. I thought to myself, “Get real, your housekeeper is giving you a bath.” Getting a bath from a 27 year old housekeeper is not something that would normally happen to me, would you turn this down? “No, neither would I” She then moved the soap from my thighs to my groin area. She rubbed the soap from underneath my balls and up the outside of my penis. Instantaneously, I went from semi-solid, not doing much, to a 7” thick gem that she would soon be enjoying. She then lent over me and kissed me fully on the lips, my adrenalin fueled loins erupted into a mini volcano. My heart started to pound so loud I was sure she could hear it. She continued to kiss me and fondle my erect cock whilst at the same time rubbing the soap around my balls which were now blazing. I moved my hands up and pulled up her T-shirt and saw her 2 large breasts bursting out of her undersized bra, my hands quickly moved to her back and negotiated the difficult task of unhooking her bra.

After what seemed an eternity I managed to work it out and her large breasts fell forward. I took one of her large nipples into my mouth, she gasped silently as her hands started to caress my hair. Kissed, licks and nibbles followed across her tits, my loins felt like they were exploding and my balls remained blazing with pent up passion. My cock remained in full salute, aloud and proud! I kissed her lips, sucked her neck, and licked circles around her amazing nipples. She was panting now and breathing deeply and gently called my name.

A fresh surge of passion shot through my body and I went for her wet lips. We were kissing each other and getting wetter and wetter. I said, “Let’s get out of the bath and move into the bedroom.” I quickly helped her remove the remainder of her clothes and we both dried each other with a towel. We threw each other on the bed, kissed, licks, bites and wet lips followed. It felt like it lasted for hours but in reality it was only minutes. My right hand gently moved down her chest, I gently fingered her, not quite sure where to go or what to do while there as I was so carried away with this whole experience.

 But the way she was breathing and moaning I guess I was hitting the right buttons. After about 5 minutes I removed my index finger, she then stopped kissing me and blazed a trail down to my loins. I felt like I was going to burst. She got down on her knees and wrapped her lovely lips around my erect cock Somehow, I don’t know how I managed to stop myself from cuming, I gasped, then moaned and then succumbed to her subtle gentleness as she magically worked my cock with her lips, tongue, and more than once bit my manhood with her teeth.

 She nearly bought me close to cumming 5 or 6 times, but just before she would ease off, bringing me back down, then she would massage my cock with her large breasts at the same time her slim fingers were dancing on my balls.

Then she started to talk to me in that sexy accent and then it was nearly all over. “Michaeeeeel,” she said, “My little garden is now yours”. She was now comfortably lying spread eagled on the bed, “Just do what I say, let my hands guide you, I want you to kiss and lick me all over.” She grabbed my hair with her right hand and pushed my lips into her large tits. I was sucking them, probing them and my tongue was running circles around her large nipples.

She moaned as she pulled my head down to her belly which I covered in kisses and licks. Eventually the pool of her sweet sweetness and wetness was too much for me to resist. My own lips met her beautiful pussy; she bucked her hips back and started to arch her back. She sighs and groaned and kept repeating my name. My tongue was now everywhere inside her, I flicked my tongue up and down her clit and went deeper into her beautiful flower bed. After what seemed an eternity she pulled my head back by pulling my hair roughly.

She then threw me on the bed and jumped on top of my erect cock. She leaned forward and as her breasts lent on my chest her lips all over my face, all over my lips and her tongue was darting in and out of my mouth. She was now on top of me, riding me hard and both of my hands were now on her hips, trying to guide her. However she wasn’t giving any control away to me, she carried on rhythmically fucking my brains out. My balls felt like they were going to explode again and again. She just kept saying “Not yet, not yet, not just yet.” Isadora controlled the pleasure of her cock filled pussy and it was more than I could handle. She grasped me tighter and moaned something to me in her own language. I watched her back arch back deeper, and I started to quicken my rhythm. I was starting to take control and I slid in and I slid out. Her beautiful boobs were bouncing all over the place and then suddenly I could take it no more and I came. She came about 30 seconds later, witch was most helpful. I looked at the clock and realized that it was 2 hours ago that I had first run the bath. We then both had a shower together, she carried on doing the ironing and I went into the spare bedroom and did some work.

THE END.

Copyright Nick Zakes / Big-boobs4u.com 2006