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A short story by: (the) Night Hawk
Copyright (C) 2005 by: (the) Night Hawk
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Cleaning Up
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I had been separated from my wife for six months when I first met Cindy.

The separation was friendly - no hassles or fights - we had just drifted 
apart during the last ten years and one day decided that we didn't have much 
in common anymore.  She was the proverbial socialite, while I was a 
confirmed workaholic.

I had rented an apartment downtown, close to my office, and I enjoyed the 
freedom of returning to work at night whenever I wanted.  This was a novel 
experience for me.

The office where I work is nearly deserted at night.  Except for a skeleton 
crew to monitor the computers, the only people in the building were the 
security guards and the cleaning staff.

Cindy was one of the cleaning staff.

Before I moved into town and was able to return in the evenings, I was 
totally unaware that we even had people in to clean the offices.  I knew 
that they were done on a regular basis, but it shows how little attention I 
pay to details.

About three months ago, I stayed later than planned, trying to finish up a 
report I was working on.  I was busy typing when I was interrupted by a 
knock on the door.  There stood Cindy.

She was wearing one of those elasticized tube tops that was stretched very 
tightly over a mammoth set of boobs.  I distinctly remember being able to 
see her nipples trying to poke through the fabric.  I lowered my gaze so as 
not to appear to be staring, only to find my eyes looking directly at her 
crotch!  I thought this girl had to be in agony wearing shorts that tight.

I could tell that she wasn't wearing underwear because not only wasn't there 
any room, but if she had been wearing panties, I wouldn't have been able to 
make out the various parts of her vulva.

I got an instant hard-on!

"Excuse me Mr. C.," she said, "do you mind if I clean up while you're still 
working?"  I said of course not.  What I didn't say was that I was not going 
to stand up right now anyway for fear that my cock might break in two!  I 
asked her how she knew my name, and as she hauled in her cleaning supplies, 
she just pointed to the nameplate on my office door.  I tried to get my mind 
back to work as Cindy proceeded to vacuum and dust my office, but damn that 
was hard to do.

I hadn't had sex in a long time.  I had thought up till now that I just wasn't 
interested in sex anymore.  Even thoughts of it hadn't excited me greatly 
recently, but there I was with a raging erection, drooling over a short girl 
with dark blonde hair, who I guessed to be about 22 years old.

I thought that I had better leave, hard-on, or no hard-on, because every 
time she bent over, I wanted to reach out and grab a hold of her nice tight 
ass!  I said good night and headed out.  It was only after I got outside 
that I remembered I had left my briefcase in the office.  I stood in the 
parking lot for a few minutes contemplating whether I should go back and get 
it, when I chanced to look up to my office and see that the lights were 
still on but that something was blocking the window.  This made me curious 
enough to go back in.

On the ride up in the elevator, I was wracking my brain, trying to think of 
what I had in my office that would block my full-length windows.  I got off 
the elevator and noticed that the cleaning crew had moved on to another 
floor.  I made my way to my office and stopped dead in my tracks just inside 
the doorway.  My big leather executive's chair had been rolled over to face 
the window, and over top of the chair I could see a tussle of blonde hair. 
I knew it was Cindy because the shorts she'd been wearing were laying on the 
floor, as well as her top!  I grabbed a hold of my cock, which was 
threatening to explode and quietly stepped into the office.

Cindy had placed my reclining chair in such a way that she could place a leg 
over each of the armrests, and damn near put her pussy against the glass.  I 
could hear her low moans becoming groans as, as in fascination, I watched 
her reflection in the window.

Her one hand was busy pulling on her hard, pink nipples while her other hand 
was doing a dance number inside her cunt!  She had three fingers firmly 
planted deep inside her while she used her thumb to pound against her clit. 
For a second I considered just quietly leaving the room again and going to 
the washroom to beat off when she opened her eyes, spotted me, and screamed, 
"I'm cumming!"

I stood there for a moment waiting for her breathing to return to normal and 
then proceeded to lecture her on how illegal and potentially dangerous her 
actions had been.  She stopped me from continuing my speech by pointing out 
the fact that I was still holding onto my own cock.

"Come on Mr. C.," she said,  "why don't you take it out and beat it!"  I 
started to say that I couldn't possibly do anything like that when she 
leaned towards me and undid my fly.  As much as I might have been afraid of 
getting caught, my cock had already made up its own mind.  She pulled on it, 
it sprang free, and my pants dropped to my knees.

She started rubbing my foreskin back and forth across my engorged cock head, 
using her thumb to tease the underside of it.  With her other hand she 
hefted my bloated nuts and gently kneaded them.  I didn't care any longer 
that I was standing in front of a window eight stories up, all I wanted now 
was to let loose with my seed!

Cindy sensed that I was nearing climax and pushed one finger into my groin 
just behind my bag then held her mouth open to catch the torrent of seed, 
which was just starting to fly!  She held her head back just far enough so 
that I could watch her catch it on her tongue.  God, I had never cum so hard 
in my entire life, nor had I ever shot so much.  I though that I would never 
stop climaxing.  The seed kept on flying out, stroke after stroke, until my 
knees got weak, and my head started to feel giddy.

Cindy leaned forward and swallowed my whole cock, sucking it in right to its 
root.  She kept on sucking while her fingernails stroked my ass cheeks and 
the inside of my thighs.  The pleasure finally got to be too much for me, 
and I slid down to the carpeted floor.

Cindy gave me about five minutes to recuperate, then knelt over my head 
lowering her blonde bush and pink lower lips to my mouth.  "You see what you've 
done Mr. C.?" she asked.  "You've made me all wet again, now you'll just 
have to clean me up."

I didn't need a whole lot of convincing.  I just searched with my tongue 
until I found her little love button, sucked on it till she sprayed my face 
with her sweet cunt juices, and then I licked her vagina nice and clean!  I 
tried to talk her into coming to my apartment that night, but she said that 
she still had a lot more cleaning to do.  Then she added she was free the 
next day if I wanted to take her out.

I picked her up the following day and was pleased to see her wearing a dress 
coat.  I told her about the plans I had made for the evening - fancy 
restaurant, the theater - when she turned to me and said, "I'm not a 
show-piece date George, I'm happy to eat just about anywhere, and I don't 
care much for 'theaters,' though I do like to go to the movies."

She suggested that we go for a walk in the park, so I parked the car and 
asked her if she wanted to leave her coat in the car.  "Are you serious 
George?" she asked.  "I can't leave my coat in the car, I'd be arrested for 
running through the park naked!"

I figured that she was joking, but the very thought of her luscious body 
completely nude under her coat was enough to give me a hard swelling in my 
groin.  I kept asking her if she was just teasing me or if she was really a 
flasher.  She just laughed and wouldn't give me an answer.

"Do you like that idea George?  Would you like me to flash you?"

We stopped underneath a tree and embraced.  I kissed her feverishly.  She 
told me to undo her coat.  Cindy put her hands in her coat pockets, and as I 
started to undo her buttons, she held her coat close to her body.  When I 
had all of her buttons undone she said, "When I open my coat, you step 
inside and I'll close it tight behind you."  I did as she said, but when she 
opened her coat, I had to pause for a second to look.  All she was wearing 
was a pair of nylons held up with a garter belt.

I quickly undid my fly and started to rub my cock head against her pubic 
patch.

"Remember George," she said, "if you make a mess, you'll have to clean it 
up."  I thought about that for a minute.  The thought of tasting my own cum 
didn't really appeal to me.  I asked her if she meant right then or later at 
my place.  She said of course not right then and there, as that would be a 
little too obvious, but that she did not want to go back to my place because 
the night was still young.

By now my swollen balls were just aching for release.  I kissed her hard and 
grunted my consent to clean her up.  Cindy raised herself up on her toes and 
told me to help myself in.  I did so gladly.  It was like I had slipped my 
rod into a steel glove.  God, was she tight and hot!  Her cunt muscles did 
all the work for me as they contracted and pulled on my cock until I erupted 
and blew a load of hot seed deep inside her!  We stayed like that until my 
cock shrunk in size and just slipped out of her clutches.

"I'm hot now, George, let's go some place where you can cool me off!" she 
said.

We headed over to the public washrooms where she checked to see if anybody 
was in the ladies.  No one was, so she pulled on my hand and dragged me into 
one of the stalls.

Cindy stood on the seat of the toilet and spread her legs as wide as she 
could.  She used one hand to hold herself steady and the other one she used 
to part her pink nether lips.  I had never tasted my own seed before, but I 
hastened to lower my head and start slurping away at her now gooey, sticky, 
gash!  I was happily surprised with the taste of our combined juices.  I 
remembered her sweet nectar from the night before; now there was just a 
little more spice in it.  Kind of like putting a little salt on an apple!

Cindy climaxed quickly and ground her snatch into my face as she went for 
yet another cum.  By now I was hard as a rock again so she suggested that we 
change places.  With quick deft strokes she licked her own juicy residue off 
my prick then proceeded to slurp on my cock as if it were a Popsicle.  Even 
though I had cum just a few minutes before, it wasn't too long before her 
ministrations made me shoot another load of cum down her throat.  After that 
we quickly buttoned up and ran back to the car where we spent the next half 
hour happily licking each other's juices from our faces.

Cindy never did come up to my apartment, although I did go out with her many 
times over the next few months.  She flashed me in stores and jacked me off 
in movie houses and under restaurant tables.  Reminding me that I would have 
to clean her up afterwards was her favorite line.  The most exciting time 
that I remember was also the last time with Cindy.

We had taken a drive out of the city and turned off onto one of the service 
roads.  We kept on driving until we found a secluded spot right beside the 
main highway!  There we took turns sucking and licking each other to climax 
lying on the roof of the car while the other stood on the road.  We fucked 
with me standing, and Cindy laying on the hood and her feet locked on the 
bumper, and with me lying on the hood while Cindy straddled my cock!  I 
figured that the people speeding past us on the highway wouldn't even notice 
us on the side road.  One person did though, and when his red roof lights 
turned on, we decided to move along pronto!

That episode scared some sense into me, and I told Cindy that as much fun as 
I was having, a man in my position couldn't afford to keep on taking this 
kind of risk.  A little risk, yes, but with each passing week Cindy wanted 
to get bolder.

We kissed goodbye that night, and I wished her well with her life.  I hope 
she found a nice young man who could afford to take the chances.

As for me, my life has quieted down a lot.  My wife and I are talking about 
getting back together.  I discovered that I do need something in my life 
other than work, and my wife wants me to come home.

We started dating again like we did before we got married.  Things are 
starting to look promising.  Last night we went to a theater, and about half 
way through the show, I snuggled her real tight and fingered her clit till 
she came with a groan.  She was really amazed at herself for having such an 
intense climax.  I didn't have to ask her to jack me off; she eagerly 
started that on her own.  After I climaxed I told her that we should go and 
clean up.  She look confused so I told her I would show her how.

We headed downtown to my office where we cleaned each other in front of the 
window.  She really got a charge out of fucking on top of my desk in front 
of the big windows eight stories above the city.  Just before I took her 
home she asked when we could do it again!

Like I said, things are looking promising indeed!

~ end ~

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