Microfantasy Monday — Cleaning

It’s another hot and muggy sum­mer day. She feels like lay­ing under the ceil­ing fan, sip­ping on iced tea, but it’s a day like any other, and the car­pet needs vac­u­um­ing, the kitchen needs clean­ing, and there’s a floor to mop. Sigh­ing heav­ily, she pulls out her clean­ing sup­plies and gets to it.

Halfway through the vac­u­um­ing, and sweat is drip­ping off her brow, run­ning down her chest to soak through her bra. She wipes her face, slick­ing her hair back from her fore­head, but it’s so fuck­ing hot. She pulls of her sod­den t-shirt, strip­ping down to bra and shorts, think­ing, ‘no one’s home, no one will see me’.

Another half hour later, and the vacuuming’s done. She heads to the kitchen, wip­ing down coun­ter­tops and scrub­bing the range. Sweat drips off her nose, her shorts are mak­ing her hot, and she strips down fur­ther — to her panties.

Car­ry­ing around buck­ets of hot, steamy water to mop, she slops the water over the side, soak­ing her remain­ing cloth­ing. She thinks noth­ing of slip­ping off her soaked panties, of kneel­ing to tackle a par­tic­u­larly stub­born path of floor, scrub­bing it on her hands and knees. So engrossed in her task, she never hears the door or the foot­steps up the stairs.

He watches her kneel­ing on the ground before him as she scrubs the tiled floor. Her split peach of a bot­tom high in the air, legs wide apart for bal­ance, her back glis­ten­ing with sweat as her breasts move back and forth with her move­ments. He watches her scrub, com­pletely obliv­i­ous to his pres­ence, feel­ing his cock grow inside the tight con­straints of his trouser pants. The sound of his zip­per alerts her to his pres­ence, and she glances over her shoul­der, eyes widen­ing as they take in the hard cock in his tight fist and real­izes her com­pletely nude and vul­ner­a­ble state.

Micro­fan­tasy Mon­day is the brain­child of the Swel­ter­ing Celt.