24 Kasım 2020

Doing chores for beautiful Miss Jo-Ann

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Doing chores for beautiful Miss Jo-AnnEver since I started this job I’ve been going up to the offices every day. It’s like a sea of lovely girlieness, legginess and tight tops that makes my head spin. I go to deliver the mail and I often hear giggles as I can’t help staring at what the girls are wearing. I get a big stiffy under my overalls and as I walk round the desks it rubs against my underpants so when I’ve gone out the door I can turn round and look through the window at the girls and two strokes and cum is gushing into my underpants. I love it.Miss Jo-Ann is really lovely, and already I’m obsessed with Her. It’s really lovely to see Her the morning after I’ve had a wet dream about Her the night before, I get such strong feelings of lust and desire, it’s a wonder I don’t rub my trousers in front of Her, though of course I’d never do anything to offend Her. She seems to be sort of in charge, and now I make sure if there’s anything She needs I get it for Her, whether it’s a cup of coffee just the way She likes it, or pop to the shops for Her. I love being at Her beck and call, it means I get to stand there and look at Her, and there’s no greater pleasure I can tell you. I was a bit dazed though when She said to me that I was to call at Her home as there were some things She wanted me to do. I was a bit nervous I must confess, as I don’t ever have any sort of relations with girls, I don’t socialise, just spend my evenings with my magazines and videos, when I’m not out and about in my mac that is. I mean, She’s in Her 20s and I’m in my 60s, but I’m a bit scared of being anywhere too close to Her, specially Her home. But on the other hand I’m very excited about seeing more of Her, I mean She wears lovely things at work, and nowadays it’s Her my eyes are on when I look through the office window and cum in my underpants. So seeing Her in what She wears at home, well, the thought of that is very exciting. I nervously ring Her door bell then stand back – I never invade a girl’s personal space, I’m far too nervous to and what would be the point, I only ever want to look. She opens the door with Her usual big smile – She’s such a lovely person, so kind and understanding and caring – and I can’t help but gasp as I see Her in tight jeans and a top that doesn’t quite reach the top of Her jeans, it clings to Her lovely shape and though it’s not low-cut there is a hint of Her cleavage. She is a goddess and I adore Her by now.She doesn’t let me in though but points to the side gate – “it’s lovely of you to be such a help Graham,” She smiles so nicely, my heart melts, “can you take all the rubbish down the side path to the tip please, thank you, you’re a sweety”.I get that done in double quick time, then I’m back, not sure if I should ring on Her doorbell again or whether I’m expected to go home now. I hover there, wondering what to do and She opens the door, “oh that was quick, you’re a whizz Graham! Now if you can go into the back garden, there’s an old tree that needs digging up, my gardener was supposed to do it but I guess the fact I was sunbathing in my bikini meant he forgot, or something!”Hearing Her say that meant my already-erect penis jumped, and a little squirt of pre-cum escaped into my underpants. “Yes Miss,” I croaked, heading for the garden. Had She hinted sunbathing might be on the cards today? No, I couldn’t believe that, there was no way a perv wanker like me would be that lucky. I’d agonised over what I should wear today, and thankfully decided on my work overalls, they seemed appropriate for what I might be asked to do today and they would definitely hide any trouser-bulges or wet patches today. Not that I was expecting pants-wetting ejaculation to happen – that would be just a dream too far, surely?I got a spade and fork and attacked the tree, wanting to get the job done asap and see what She had in store for me next. But when I saw Her emerge from Her house in a costume to do yoga, I slowed right down, aiming the spade at the ground while my eyes were still locked on Her and nearly taking my foot off. Of course, I’m DESPERATE to watch Her – I know exactly what She’ll make me do if I gawp at Her for only 2 or 3 minutes – but I’m supposed to be working. I can’t believe She’s in any way intending to put on a show for me, that doesn’t happy to disgusting old perverts like me. I’m a dirty old man, why would She want to do anything to give me pleasure?But try as I might, I can’t wrench my eyes off Her. I’m standing behind the tree so my staring is a little less obvious, but even so, if She looks up I’m in trouble. But gawp, gawp gawp I must – She is a goddess. That top is revealing enough to have me leaking buca escort into my underpants and it’s like a swimming costume She’s wearing so for the very first time I see Her bare all the way from Her toes to Her hips. I’m standing there trance-like as if I’m not really there, this is not really happening, and suddenly I realise I’m pumping into my underpants. She’s made me pants-spunk in less than a minute.I’m in ecstasy but also terrified that She’ll look up and see me convulsing in my perv ecstasy. For what seems like ages I pump and pump and pump into my underpants, waves of pure perv pleasure washing over me and the wetness soaking into my trousers and now I’m getting worried it’ll soak the front of my overalls. Then at last I’m subsiding and She seems oblivious of me, stretching this way and that with Her exercises. On an impulse I attack the tree violently, leaning my entire body weight on the fork and levering the roots up, and suddenly it gives way, and I force it on its side. I go up to beautiful Miss Jo-Ann, who made me cum in my pants just 5 minutes ago, and say, “I’ve done the tree Miss Jo-Ann, it’s there.”“Oh thank you Graham,” She says in Her lovely voice, “that’s really good of you! Would you be a love and drop it at the tip on your way home? I hope you didn’t get too messy doing that!”I’m not quite sure what She means by that last comment, as I didn’t get any mud at all on me, but nevertheless I drag the tree to my van and shove it on the back. I sit in the driver’s seat and I can smell the distinct smell of cum – not surprising considering how much She made me do. Then looking down, I see – a big wet patch on the front of my overalls! It soaked through!! And She saw it!!!All the way back I’m thinking non-stop – Miss Jo-Ann wore that skimpy outfit, made me spunk my underpants into a soggy mess, and saw my wet patch afterwards! Heaven! But what’s She going to do when I turn up at the offices on Monday? Will I be able to live my embarrassment down, specially as I know for sure I’m going to be wanking on Her all over the week-end, thinking of the lovely time I had watching Her. Oh dear, what’s going to happen next?!The girls are all laughing as I go up to the offices and walk through the door. I can’t make eye contact with Miss Jo-Ann, as I’ve got all the guilt feelings I always get seeing a girl after I’ve been perving over Her so much. She’s telling the other girls “Graham got into quite a mess on Friday didn’t you Graham?! Still, at least the tree got pulled up and taken down the tip!” All the girls laugh and though I can’t quite believe it, it seems they might all know what happened. Miss Jo-Ann certainly does, and the fact that She’s being quite normal makes me feel good because She knows She made me spunk my underpants, trousers AND overalls, and it doesn’t seem to bother Her. She’s talking to me like She always does, telling me what She wants me to do, what time She wants Her coffee, and I have to go down the shops and get cakes for all the girls, then lunchtime there’s a couple of things She wants from the shops, and, “oh, could you pop round later and measure up one of my windows, it needs replacing or maybe painting or whatever? That’s lovely Graham, thank you.”“Oh it’s my pleasure Miss…” I’m mumbling because all the while She’s talking I can’t force my eyes away from where Her skirt finished today – only a few inches below Her knix. Problem is, when my eyes get locked on a lovely sight like that, they start to glaze over, and if I’m able to keep looking, I do just go into a trance, which is fatal, because the only way that ends, unless the girl moves out of sight, is with a whole load of spunk in my underpants. I realise She’s speaking, and snap out of my reverie – “OK Graham? Are you alright?” All the girls are laughing now. “Yes Miss, sorry Miss…” I’m mumbling as I walk unsteadily towards the door, bashing into a cabinet to more amused laughter on the way out.I’m tingling all over in anticipation – She’s asked me to do more jobs at Her house! Still, I nervous – what if I’ve got it all wrong, and it was just a coincidence that She was doing yoga while I dug up the tree? Why on earth would She want to give a treat like that to a disgusting old wanker like me? It didn’t make any sense, but I couldn’t help the excitement mounting throughout the day. Shoving my toolkit in the van, I headed off to Ecstasy Manor, what I call Her place now, rang the doorbell and stood back. She didn’t let me in, but pointed to a window round the side, then closed the door. ‘See? I thought to myself, it was a fluke, She doesn’t want you ogling Her you horrible old perv!’I had a quick look at the window and escort buca all it needed was a bit of paint, but I thought I’d measure it anyway to give Her the option of replacing it if She preferred. I was in the process of doing that when She walked into the room of the window, in a short tartan pleated skirt and little top, holding a laptop. Stunned, I stopped what I was doing and gazed at Her, feeling a rapid rising of penis in underpants. The woman on the laptop screen is talking, and I can tell from what She says that some sort of jazz exercise class is about to start, then music is playing and Miss Jo-Ann starts this sort of dance exercise thing. I don’t care what it is, I just seeing Her swaying Her hips, moving Her body, twirling, Her knix on show again and again and Her shapely legginess bare from Her trainers to Her knickers. She only has to look to Her left and She’ll see my gawping, gob-smacked face at Her window, but there’s nothing I can do but stand rock still, gawping at Her in disbelief. That skirt is SO SHORT. I move forward to press gently against the wall, and I don’t need to move or apply any real pressure, just the way She’s dancing, just how beautiful and shapely She is, the way She moves, the feelings I have for Her, and I know She’ll make knobby cum all by itself, into my underpants. I’m trying to use the minimum pressure to prolong the sensations as long as possible, but the spunk is already rising and there’s nothing I can do about it. My moans turn to whimpers as trickles of pre-cum soak into my underpants and then convulsions wrack through me, threatening to bang my head against Her window as shot after shot after shot of spunk pumps into my underpants, trousers and overalls – there’s no way I’m not going to completely wet myself again, and unless I creep off, She’ll see it again. It makes me very nervous and very excited at the same time. I stand back from the wall, letting my trembling subside, still gazing at Her as She dances. It’s like She knows I’ve finished cumming in my pants because She looks up at the window and beckons me in. I open the back door and walk gingerly in the direction of the room, looking down at the huge wet patch of spunk on the front of my overalls. I hesitate for several minutes outside the door to the room, too scared to go in and present the result of my pants-spunking to Her. The door opens and She comes out – “so what do you think Graham?”“Ohhh Miss, you’re lovely……”“Not me, the window silly!” She laughs. Waiting for me to answer, She looks down at my wet patch and back up several times, smiling still.“Oh! Yeah the window, just needs a lick of paint. Would you like me to do that for you beaut… er Miss?”“Yes that would be so helpful, no rush, come back at the week-end, I’ll let you run off now and clean up after your labours.”Talk about dazed and confused. There can be no doubt, She’s seen my wet patch twice now and doesn’t bat an eyelid. Yes, the jobs I’m doing for Her needed to be done but did She need to be doing some activity, revealing, exciting activity in my full view? I couldn’t work out if She was just being kind to a pathetic old wanker or if She actually got a kick out of giving me ecstasy. She’s a lovely person no doubt, so it could be She was just happy to make my day – week, month, year, decade in fact. And how about the innuendos?! Surely She’s deliberately winding me up. Thing is now, I’m DESPERATE to openly do it in front of Her – I’ve been lucky enough to worship girls who allowed me to do that, and it would be beyond lovely if Miss Jo-Ann did. The other thing is, it’s lovely when a girl makes me cum in my underpants, but I also love to rub as I watch Her, maybe standing on the street in my mac, or watching out my window. And when I worship a girl like I worship Miss Jo-Ann, I also want to rub watching Her. So I spend a lot of time trying to find ways of doing that. I can’t really do it watching Her through Her office window, that would be too risky, but unless I can find another way, that’s what I’ll end up doing, I won’t be able to stop myself. In my lunch hours I’m scouring the building for any ideas as to where I can watch Her from. After a few days I find an old stock room full of old desks and chairs, broken stuff, and discover that the window overlooks the walkway to the car park. First thing the next morning, I’m there waiting for Her to turn up for work, and already I’ve dampened my pants seeing some of the girls walk by. So it’s no surprise when I see Her arrive and walk towards me, that knobby needs no help, but unloads the contents of my balls into my underpants, while I make excruciating noises of perv ecstasy. After buca escort bayan She’s gone in, I look down to see the front of my overalls soaked. I have to stay out of everyone’s way for the whole day, and by the time it’s going home time, I’m back at the window heart thumping, waiting for Miss Jo-Ann to walk out the building towards Her car. I’ve knob-rubbed a lot already seeing some of the lovely girls walk by, so there’s no need to rub when She comes into view, just gently press against the wall and moan and moan as She makes me pump my underpants full of cum again. I’ve pulled my overalls to one side so I wet a different part of them, and I’m admiring my new wet patch next to the previous stain, when I see Her standing in the car-park, looking unhappy. I hesitate for a few minutes, worried about the spunk stains on my overalls, by but then take a deep breath and head down there. “That’s the second time that’s happened!” She says. I flush bright red, knowing She can see a dried spunk stain and a fresh wet one. “I must have a flat battery, that’s the second time this week it’s not started.”“Oh,” I reply, slightly relieved. “I can sort that for you Miss.”She hands me the key and I remove the metal key and open the door to Her car, then slide the plastic key into the aperture in the steering column. Pressing the ‘start’ button, the car immediately fires up. “Oh thank you Graham, so much.” I love the way She smiles, and I’m feeling so happy I’ve been useful to Her. “Would you be able to sort out a new battery for me?”“Yes Miss, of course.”“Come round on Saturday then, would you? You’re so handy to have around Graham, and you don’t seem to mind getting grimy!”More innuendo?! But I’ll see Her this week-end, and, will She have another treat in store?! Life has suddenly got so good and she’s on my mind all the time, I’m more than just obsessed with Her. I order a battery online and it arrives in a couple of days, and on Saturday I load my tools in the van and set off for Ecstasy Manor. She answers the door and points to the car parked at the top of Her back garden. Grabbing my tools and the battery I set to work. I can swop this in 5 minutes but of course I’m not in a hurry, I’m looking up every minute to see whether She’s around. The minutes pass and there’s no sign of Her. I pretend I’m doing something under the bonnet, having fitted the new battery, and still no sign. So it’s all been a big mistake, She’s not giving treats to a sad old wanker like me, I’ve been k**ding myself. How stupid! A beautiful Goddess like Her deliberately making a disgusting old mac-wanking pervert like me cum in his pants? What an idiot. Suddenly the back door opens and there She is, in – a bikini. This is as bare as I’ve ever seen a girl, and that’s been a rare experience. I’m rooted to the spot, starting to quiver all over and unable, unaware even that I’m staring at Her. Even when She looks at me and smiles, it barely registers. It feels like my head is going to explode. I’m leaning on the front wing of the car and knobby has expanded to its full erect 4”. I’m literally gawping at Her, mesmerised. She plonks a bottle of lotion on the sun-lounger and stands in my full view, spreading it all over Her, Her lovely long legs, the tops of Her breasts above the little bikini top. My breath is coming in gasps as I gaze in awe, mouth hanging open and eyes red and popping – not a pretty sight. Even if I wanted to hide what’s happening to me I wouldn’t be able to, and in less than a minute my head and shoulders jerk forward violently as knobby pumps a big gob of spunk out the tip of my penis and into my underpants and then another and another, big jolts going through me in time to the shots of spunk soaking my pants, trousers and overalls. I’m sort of aware that She’s looking up at me every now and then as I contort in front of Her, She gives a little smile and goes back to Her lotioning. I’m subsiding, totally dazed, and wondering how much noise I made as She gave me perv ecstasy just at the sight of Her. “Are you all done?!” She asks, sitting on the edge of the lounger.“G o d d e s s…….” I stutter. “Will it start now you’ve finished?” She asks again. “Ohhhhh…..” I mumble, still dazed and still unable to remove my eyes from Her. She gets up, laughing and heads to Her car, coming uncomfortably close to me – I know the whole of the front of my overalls is completely covered with a large wet spunk stain and She can see it clear as day. She presses the button and the car fires up. She switches it off. “That’s wonderful Graham, thank you so much for doing that!” I nod, still speechless after what She did for me – it had to be deliberate, unbelievable though that is, and She looked up and saw me doing it in my pants, and just smiled. “You deserve a treat for doing that for me!”I thought that’s what I’d been getting – so what does She have in store for me next?!

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