The New Apartment Cleaning Lady Left Her Business Card Under My Door

Feb 06, 2024

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Like most people in their mid-to-late 20s enjoying life in a big city, I live in an apartment because who the heck has enough money to buy a house? My apartment is small. I have a couch, a bed, a TV, and a dining table that can sit two average-sized adults.

But it's enough for me, and despite it being rather small, I still dread cleaning it. I mean, how does one person produce so much dust? I should probably change the subject. Talking about dead skin cells scattered around my house probably isn't doing much for you.

A handful of months ago, our apartment building got a new cleaning lady. She cleans the common areas of the apartment building. You know, the gym, the elevators, mail room, trash room, etc. The former cleaning lady was probably in her late 60s and retired. She was nice enough. I was a little sad to see her go. She'd always greet you with a big smile.

This new cleaning lady was a little younger, probably in her early 40s. At first, she seemed a little shy, but it didn't take her long to get comfortable with everyone. One morning, I was in the elevator with her as she was cleaning and we had a brief conversation. She shared that her name was Rosa and the previous cleaning lady was actually her aunt.

"Ahhh, I see it! You have the same eyes," I replied.

They had beautiful almond-shaped eyes. Dark in color, but they still stood out. Rosa was short, probably no more than 5'2, and was slightly overweight. Not dramatically so. It looked like the standard amount of weight people gain as they enter their 40s, especially after having kids. She had full lips and what appeared to be above average tits, although they were hard to get a good read on because she'd often wear some sort of apron-looking thing.

Anyway, we became friendly. During one conversation she had mentioned she started a side business of cleaning homes because her husband hasn't worked in a year due to a bad back.

"I wish someone would clean my house for me. How much do you charge?"

"Do you have one bedroom, two?"

"One, and barely that."

"Mmm. Maybe around $125? My son made me business cards. They're in my car. I'll drop one off at your door later. You're at 309, yes?"

"That's me."

Later that afternoon, a business card slid under the door. It had pink flowers on it and a random broom in the corner. It was cute. Had her name, phone number, etc. It was a business card. You get it.

I called her the next day to schedule a time for her to come clean. We decided on Saturday at six in the evening. It's funny. When Saturday came along, I actually found myself cleaning the apartment a little. It wasn't that dirty by the time she came, or at least I thought it wasn't. She showed up at my apartment right at six, and much to my surprise, she was not in her standard work attire. This was my first time seeing her out of her "work" clothes, and I had to fight the urge to stare at her breasts. She was wearing a tight-fitting white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Like I said, she had some extra weight on her, but it looked good on her.

"Sorry, come in," I said, stumbling over my words. She smiled, pulling in her container of cleaning supplies with her.

"It's nice," she said as she looked around the apartment.

"Yeah, I guess. Could be worse."

"So just pretend I'm not here. It shouldn't take me longer than an hour or two. Do whatever it is you usually do."

I went to the couch and browsed the internet. She said do what I usually do. Anyway, I noticed her in the kitchen, cleaning areas I never even thought to clean. She was getting corners and hard to reach areas. Turns out, my apartment was dirtier than I thought. It just had the appearance of a clean place.

When she came in the living room, I found it difficult to take my eyes off her. Her ass looked perfect in her jeans when she'd bend over. And when she dusted the few paintings I have on the wall, her tits jiggled nicely with every stroke of the duster. I think she caught me staring once, but she pretended not to notice.

"Do you have a lot of clients?" I asked her.

"No not really. I have you and a couple others, but I just started, you know? And I don't really know how to, like, promote it."

"You should ask the apartment management if you can advertise in the mail room or something? Put up a poster."

"Maybe."

"Be honest, is my house super dirty?"

She laughed, "No. It's not that bad, especially not for a guy living by himself. I've seen much worse."

We talked some more as she cleaned. Mostly about her home life. She complained a lot about her husband. "I understand he can't work, but he could help around the house, you know? At least a little. Do something. Don't just sit there. He gets on my nerves sometimes, but I still love him."

Before she left, we decided to make this a monthly thing. So the next month, she came back, and this time she was wearing the same outfit, except now it was obvious she didn't have a bra on. Her tits were strained against the thin fabric of her white t-shirt. I wanted to reach out and touch them. There was just something magnetic about them.

This time. I didn't even pretend to be engaged with my computer. I just talked to her the entire time. She was about 45 minutes into her clean when she stopped vacuuming and looked over at me on the couch.

"I see you staring at my tits, you know?"

"Oh god. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean ---"

"It's okay, it's okay," she laughed. "I don't mind. If I mind, why didn't I wear a bra here? Hm?"

"Oh." I couldn't think of what to say.

"I saw you staring the first time I was here, and honestly, it felt nice. I don't get looked at that way much anymore."

"I find that hard to believe."

"You know my husband and I haven't had sex in nearly a year."

"That's, uh, that's unfortunate."

"You're telling me," she laughed.

"He's clearly missing out."

"You think so, huh?"

"I do. I really do."

"Would you fuck me?"

My eyes widened, "Yeah, wait, I mean, are you asking hypothetically? Like would you fuck me if I were your husband, or were you actively asking me if I'd fuck you?"

"You're rambling," she replied.

"I'm sorry."

"It's cute."

She walked over and stopped in front of me on the couch. My face was eye level with her mid-section. I could feel my heart rate increasing as she slowly lifted her shirt up over her head, revealing her glorious tits for the first time. My god, they were incredible. A natural sag to them, but just the right amount. She placed her hands around the back of my head and guided me toward them. I didn't need any more direction.

I leaned forward and took her left nipple into my mouth, sucking on it gently. "Ohhh," she moaned. I squeezed her other tit as I ran my tongue across her nipple. I kissed across her chest, trying to pay equal amounts of time to both breasts. I wanted to lick and suck on every fucking inch. Her hands played with my hair. She let out a few more moans. At some point, my hands reached behind her to squeeze her ass through her jeans. I pulled her in closer to me until she fell on my lap.

"Fuck," she moaned. She was now grinding against my hardened cock, which was begging to be released from my jeans. I was still sucking on her tits. We were dry humping the fuck out of each other. It was raw passion. I kissed my way up her chest and neck until our lips touched for the first time. Our tongues played with each other for several seconds before I lifted her off my lap and placed her down on the couch.

With help from her, I managed to get her tight jeans off her. She pulled down her panties as I stripped down. My cock was harder than it had ever been before. "Mmm," her eyes were glued to it. She reached out to grab it, but I pushed her back down and used my knees to spread her legs open. She let out an excited squeal.

I moved forward, my cock making contact with her pussy. I could feel the wetness from her opening. I leaned back on my knees and wrapped my hand around my cock, so I could glide it over her clit repeatedly.

"Ohhh shit," she moaned, her eyes closing and her teeth biting at her lips. I continued this motion for a minute, occasionally slipping the very tip of my head inside her pussy. She pushed her body into mine, trying to make me fuck her. "Please," she begged. I guided my cock down to her entrance and shoved it inside. "Fuck," I moaned. The warmth around my cock was incredible.

"Yes, baby," she moaned. Her tits bounced up and down as I increased my speed. I looked down at my cock as it briefly slid out of her pussy. It was the thickest and hardest erection I ever had. It felt like I could knock someone out with it. I slid it back inside and continued to rub her clit with my thumb. She lifted herself up just a little and looked at me, her mouth open. She moaned. "I'm gonna fucking cum," she spoke loudly.

"Yeah, fucking cum on my cock," I moaned, fully into this experience.

Several thrusts later, she was cumming on my cock. "OH FUCK!" she cried out. I could feel her pussy constricting around my cock. My thumb continued to rub her clit until she pulled my hand away, completely out of breath.

After catching her breath, she looked up at me with her seductive eyes and instructed me to cum on her tits.

I pulled out my cock and stroked myself. The wetness from her pussy acting as lube. I positioned myself over her tits. She briefly stuck out her tongue, making contact with the head of my cock. She looked fucking possessed. Two strokes later and I unloaded all over her tits and neck. Shot after shot.

I leaned back, completely exhausted, and watched as she rubbed my cum all over her tits. "I needed this," she whispered, looking up at me.

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