Solomon's Women

Denise was cleaning the shower when I got to the bathroom. On arrival, I could see that she had kept her red bra. I told her right away that when she was cleaning, I didn’t want her to wear anything other than the sarong. I explained that I didn’t want her underclothes to get sweaty and that when she was done cleaning every day, I wanted her to take a shower and put her clothes back on before she went home. She agreed that this made sense. But, when I didn’t turn to leave, she looked at me with questions in her eyes. I told her to go ahead and change as it was very much OK with me as I had seen many women before and it wasn’t any big deal to me at all. In fact, I would hold her sarong up to shield my eyes from her while she removed her bra. She was not happy with this at all. But, I ignored her miffs and told her to turn around with her back to me. I reached around and untied the sarong and held it between us. I told her to remove her bra, which I could now see was also second-hand but more racy and lacy and about 2 sizes too small for her humungous, juicy tits. I also told her to remove the panties I could now see. My heart soared upon seeing such a beautiful body, breasts still full and pert and heavy with that lushness that only youth has. I asked her to lift her arms and I wrapped the sarong around her, tying it on the side. Holding her just a little, I asked her if I could just hold her breasts once, and then I would go away. She took a deep breath and said OK. I held her breasts in my hands and my hormones were now so lit up, my voice quivered trying to keep my composure. I then asked her if she would put her hands behind her back. She did so and I moved forward pressing my bulging cock against her hands. I then asked her to reach inside my pants and feel my cock. She did this while I told her that she should never, never be embarrassed about her body because it was absolutely beautiful and luscious. I began to pinch her nipples very gently and her head tipped back slightly. I told her to take my cock out of my pants and to stroke it. She was softening real fast and things were going very well. I told her to let go and turn around and face me. I opened her sarong and told her to grab my cock with her hands. I kissed her. I told her to kneel down and kiss my cock. She knelt and her mouth engulfed my cock all the way to the hilt on its first attempt, her tongue lapping at my balls while the head of my cock strained to get down into the back of her throat. I am not huge but 7 inches is a lot. She knew what she was doing. I told her I had never had anyone do this like she was doing. But, I had to stop her as I told her Jeanne was waiting for my ironing lesson. She then remembered her cousin, stood up and put her sarong back on. I kissed her on the lips and left the room.

I grabbed Denise’s blouse from the pantry and returned to see Jeanne sitting on the edge of my bed holding her blouse like a very good girl. I told her what a fine job she had done and told her to now iron this other blouse. She could see that it was Denise’s blouse and I noticed that the cogs in her brain were now moving quicker, trying to understand what this all meant. When she starting ironing, I walked around behind her and told her not to let me bother her. I told her that I was going to touch her skin because I was overwhelmed with how beautiful it was. My fingers eased the straps over her smooth, black shoulders and I began to massage her them, reaching down onto the tops of her breasts and then stroking down her back all the way to her skirt. She was tensing up so I told her to relax and focus on her ironing. Her muscles relaxed and I knelt down and rubbed her lower back. I told her that her back muscles were a little tense and that I was going to unbutton her skirt and lower it just a little so that I could massage her lower back better. She took a deep breath and kept ironing but I knew she was now getting scared. I unbuttoned her skirt and pulled the zipper down more than I needed to and began to massage her lower back. The skirt started to slip and her hands reached to stop it. I told her to hurry up and finish the ironing and not to worry about the skirt. She returned to her ironing and the skirt fell to the floor. Beautiful second-hand lace panties (perhaps one size too small) held her firm cheeks from my view, but my imagination was in overload. I inched the top of the panties down about 3 inches and they rested on her hips. She told me she was done with Denise’s blouse. I stood up and put her skirt on the table and told her to iron this too. She said she was getting scared and I asked her why. She said she had never been with a white man like this and wanted to put her clothes back on. I turned her around and asked her if she had been with other boys before. She said she had but always in the bushes in the dark and not like this. I told her she was so beautiful, she should not be embarrassed. I told her that I was so happy that she was generous enough to let me touch her, that I would let her see my cock so that she could see how happy I was. I tugged my shorts down and let them drop to the floor. Her eyes looked away. I told her to hold it and look at it and to not be ashamed. Her knees were wobbly so I suggested she sit on the edge of the bed and I would stand there while she got better acquainted with a man’s cock. After a minute or so, I asked if she was scared any more. She replied that she liked holding my cock and that it was beautiful to look at and kind of scary at the same time. I told her to touch the tip with her tongue. She gasped and laughed a little. I told her that all girls do this with their boyfriends and that she should learn how so that, when she got a nice boyfriend, she could make him happy. She now felt like a student and began her cock-sucking course. I told her not to feel shy and to put it in her mouth as much as she wanted to and to taste it too. She was now smiling at how brave she was being and I told her she was learning very fast. But, we would have to stop because Denise was waiting for my cleaning instructions. I told her to finish ironing her skirt and I would be back.

I grabbed Jeanne’s blouse and put it in the pantry with Denise’s other clothes and went into the bathroom. Denise had cleaned the shower and sink and was smiling. I inspected them and told her I was very happy that she was so thorough. I told her to take a shower, put her clothes on and I would come back.

I returned to Jeanne. Jeanne was such a good little girl. Her panties were still down around her hips and her bra straps were still on the sides of her arms. She was becoming so compliant my heart smiled at her innocence, exuberance and her wish to please me. She smiled at me when I came in and held up her skirt. I told her it was wonderful and that she could now get dressed. I would be back.

Denise was finished showering and had put on her skirt and bra. She held up the blouse (Jeanne’s) and I told her that I had made a mistake as Jeanne had ironed them both and I just brought the wrong one back. I told her to put it on and come down to the bedroom. I knew Jeanne’s undersized blouse would really be stretched for Denise. My plan was developing perfectly.