The Cleaning Lady
                    by  Ann Douglas


	"Oh that feels good."  Steve Fox said to himself as he
stroked his hard cock.


	Normally, sitting in the large boardroom of the brokerage
house where he worked was the last place he would've considered
masturbating. If things had gone the way he'd originally planned,
the 19 year old mailroom clerk would've instead been up in the main
conference room pounding the hell out of his new girlfriend
Tammy. 


	He'd planned tonight's encounter for weeks. The 34th floor
conference room, which as a mail clerk he had the keys, was a
great place to take a date. It had four oversized couches and a
giant room length window that faced  New York Harbor.  On a 
Friday night like tonight, even the cleaning crew was gone by nine. 


	Everything was ready, he had his tape player with the right
music. Wine and munchies chilled and heated up in the kitchenette.
It sure beat checking into a cheap motel.


	No girl he had ever brought up there had failed to put out.
Tammy would've been no exception.  The only flaw in his plan was
that unknown to him, Tammy's best friend was Rhonda Jo
Zuckerman. And Rhonda had been Steve's guest two months
before. 


	How was he to know that Rhonda and Tammy would have
lunch together this afternoon.  Or that Tammy would mention her
date that evening. So much for a night of passion. 


	When Tammy hadn't shown up at 09:30 like she promised,
Steve called her house. He was not so politely told that she had no
wish to become another notch on his couch.


	Which brought him to his current plight.  Still horny and
with no place to go, Steve had remember old man Fergeson's dirty
book collection hidden in the bottom draw of his desk. He was
always forgetting to lock the desk and tonight proved no
exception. It wasn't long before he had a major league hard on.


	Soon with only the gentle hum of the sign line still showing
the closing prices of various stocks for company, Steve leaned
back in Fergeson's oversized padded chair and began to flip
thought the old man's latest acquisition of teen age nudes from
Europe. 


	"Damn this stuff is hot!"  Steve said as he looked at one
particular big breasted blonde who couldn't have been more than
16.


	Finishing the book of underage beauties, Steve quickly
reached into the draw for another. This one was better than the
first, consisting of dozens of graphic color photos of various
sexual acts. Couples, threesomes, and even lesbians in action. 
Steve wondered of he could get away with taking this book home
with him.


	By the time Steve unzipped his pants and let his cock burst
free, he was sure that it was going to explode with the slightest
touch. Gently he began to stroke it, closing his eyes and imagining
himself in the magazine spread out on the desk. 


	"Oh Baby, yes...."  He murmured as he ran his closed fist up
and down his engorged cock.


	The blonde haired boy could feel the coming explosion
building in his balls.  He slowed down his motions, wanting to savor
every moment.  A small drop of precum covered his cockhead, a
harbinger of what was to come.


	Wanting to see the photos one more time, Steve spun around
in the chair and opened his eyes.  


	
	"Holy Shit!"  Steve cried out as he jumped up in the chair,
dropping his cock.


	Standing at the edge of the desk was one of the cleaning
ladies.  Steve had seen her on many late nights, pushing her
cleaning cart from office to office.  But he had always ignored her,
he didn't even know her name.


	Her name was Elisabeth Drechsler. Although she looked
much older, she was only 37 years old. Born in what was once East
Germany, she had come to this country three years ago. A stocky,
heavyset woman who wore her brown hair pulled back in a
bun, she had been cleaning officers for all of those three years.


	Steve sat there unmoving. How long had she been standing
there?  Was there anyway he could explain this? Would she report
him? 


	As those questions flashed through his mind, Steve looked
down and noticed that the wastepaper baskets hadn't been
emptied. She was running real late tonight.


	The clock on the wall ticked onward as the two of them
stood like statues. Steve was afraid to say anything. He was hoping
that she would just turn and leave. 


	It was then that the young man realized that she wasn't
staring at him per se, she was totally riveted at the sight of his
now shrinking cock. 
	


	If Steve had been totally shocked by the sudden appearance
of the cleaning woman, what she did next was enough to give him
heart failure.  Stepping closer to him, still not saying a word,
Elisabeth reached over and took his now withered cock in her hand. 
Gently, she began to stroke it, bringing it back to life.


	Looking up at her, Steve saw a wide smile on her face. 
Despite her appearance, her touch  actually felt pretty nice. As
nice in fact as that of any of his girlfriends.  It wasn't long before
he was once again hard as a rock.


	While the woman played with his cock, Steve took a long look
at her face.  She was a lot younger than he'd realized, probably
younger than his own mother.  The gray that streaked her hair and
the lines in her face were the result of a life a lot harder than
Steve could imagine.


	"My name is Steve."  He said as he shifted uneasily in his
seat, wondering what she would do next.    


	"Lisa"  She replied in a heavily accented voice.


	"That feels nice."  He said for lack of anything else to say,
wondering how much English she really understood.


	"Nice."  She repeated as she continued to stroke his cock.


	The mail clerk laughed to himself as he thought about the
situation.  He gets stood up by his girlfriend and winds up getting
jerked off by one of the cleaning women.  All in all, it could be
worse. She was doing a great job of it. He leaned back and
closed his eyes, blotting out everything but her gentle caress.


	The twin shocks of the last ten minutes were nothing
compared to the one that Steve now got as Elisabeth bent over
and took his swollen cock into her mouth.  


	A sudden warm wetness engulfed his cock, causing Steve's
eyes to spring open.  To his astonishment, Elisabeth had taken him
whole and was now sucking it with vigor.  Steve felt the sensation
of her sucking down to his toes. It didn't take long before he knew
he was going to burst. 


	 He was so close it hurt.  The older woman clamped her
fingers around the base of his cock, preventing him from
ejaculating.  Every lick of her tongue, every time she mouth him
whole, caused Steve to feel like he was going to explode.  But it
was such a wonderful feeling.


	Finally he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back much
longer. He wondered what her reaction to a mouth full of cum
would be. Because if she kept going like she was, that was exactly
what she was going to get.


	Elisabeth felt the tensing of his young body and knew from
experience that he was about ready to climax. She let him slip
from her mouth and quickly pulled him from his chair.


	"Quickly."  She said in the same heavily accented English.


	Leaning over the desk and pulling up the back of her dress,
she gave no doubt as to what she wanted.  Without thinking about
it, Steve pulled aside her plain white panties and plunged his cock
right on it.


	"God she's tight!"  Steve thought as he felt the walls of her
pussy wrap around his manhood.


	The tightness eased a little after a few minutes of pumping
as she became more and more lubricated.  Yet even then, she was
still what Steve and his friends would call a first class fuck. She
was really getting into it, meeting each of his thrusts with one of
her own. 


	When at first he'd grabbed her waist to keep a good grip on
her, Lisa had lifted his hands and placed them atop her massive
breasts.  She wore no bra and invited him to play with her nipples
through the uniform. 


	Their copulation didn't last very long as Steve exploded with
a vengeance, sending his hot seed into her.  The climax had been
more intense than it have ever been with any of his girlfriends.
Even more than the one he'd had with the hooker his brother had
set him up with on his 18th birthday.  The sensation had left his
legs wobbly. Who wouldn't believed this cleaning lady could've
brought such a response.


	Steve continued to pump away long after his balls had been
emptied, until his cock began to soften.  He knew she hadn't
climaxed, and strangely enough for the first time he could
remember, he actually cared about that  


	Taking a step back away from her, Steve watched as
Elisabeth lifted herself off the desk and straightened out her
dress. He couldn't tell anything from the expression on her face.
She reached out and cradled his now shriveled organ, covered with
a messy mix of juices.  Producing a paper towel from her apron, she
wiped him clean.


	Then, without comment, the cleaning woman emptied the
wastepaper basket and just pushed her cart down the aisle.
Leaving behind a greatly bewildered young man.
	
	Steve waited until she was off the floor before he left. It
was going to take him some time to sort out what had happened. 
If nothing else, he was no longer going to make a value judgment
about a person simply based on how they looked. 


End  


 (c) Ann Douglas 1996

   
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