Testing my fantasy with window cleaner

The sun blazed over the skyscrapers of Abu Dhabi. Inside one of these apartments was I, Sandhya, a 38-year-old Mallu woman with a penchant for the thrill of exhibitionism. I had just returned from a tedious shopping. My mind was craving something more exciting.

I peeled off the sweaty clothes. I felt a peculiar tingle of anticipation, knowing that the window cleaner was due for his regular visit. Our bathroom was situated on the upper floor, the windows providing a bird’s eye view of the bustling streets below.

As I approached the ensuite, I caught a glimpse of the young man in his blue overalls, meticulously wiping the glass. My heart fluttered in my chest. I pondered the delicious possibility of putting on a show for him. I had noticed the way his eyes had often lingered on me before.

I was more than willing to indulge his secret desires. I took a deep breath and slowly slid the glass window open slightly. The cleaner looked up, his eyes widening in surprise and excitement. He took in the vision of her shapely figure, partially obscured by the steaming water.

I stepped into the shower. I knew he could see my silhouette through the frosty glass and took time lathering my ample breasts, my hands moving in slow, sensual circles. The cleaner’s eyes remained glued to the window, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to maintain his composure.

I could see the bulge in his pants growing and knew I had his full attention. The soap slipped from my fingers. I bent over to retrieve it, my round ass sticking out, giving him an unobstructed view. My pulse quickened, and I felt a sudden urge to take this encounter to the next level.

With a boldness that surprised even me, I stepped out of the shower and approached the glass, pressing my palm against it. The cleaner’s eyes darted around, checking for any signs of my husband’s return. Satisfied that we were alone, he leaned closer to the window, his nose almost touching the glass.

He whispered something, but the sound was lost in the pattern of the sound outside. I read his lips and nodded, understanding the silent agreement we had just made. He was quick to respond, setting down his cleaning supplies and unbuckling his overalls.

I watched as he pulled out his thick, hard cock, stroking it gently as he approached. My hand moved between my legs. I felt the wetness growing more intense. As he neared the window, I slid it open just enough for our fingers to touch. His were rough and warm, sending shivers down my spine.

We both knew the risks, but the thrill of the forbidden was too much to resist. He pushed his cock through the gap. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the veins pulse beneath my touch. His eyes closed in pleasure, and he groaned softly.

I began to stroke him with a firm, steady rhythm, feeling his excitement build. His hips bucked slightly, and I knew he was close. I bit my bottom lip and leaned in. My breath fogged the glass as I whispered, “Do you want to come inside?”

He nodded eagerly. I opened the window wider, allowing him to step into the bathroom. He was a stark contrast to my husband, who had grown soft with age and comfort. The cleaner didn’t waste any time. He stepped closer, his cock brushing against my pussy.

I could feel the heat radiating from him, and it made my core throb with need. He leaned down and captured my lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue explores my mouth with an almost desperate hunger. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples until I moaned into his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, he took a step back. His eyes raked over my wet, soapy body and began to massage my pussy. His touch sends waves of pleasure through me. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.  I gasped as his fingers slid inside me.

Curling and stroking in a way that sent sparks of pleasure through my body. I pushed back against him, eager for more. He chuckled darkly, his fingers moving faster, his thumb circling my clit. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure tightening in my stomach.

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Oh, yes,” I moaned, arching my back as his fingers danced inside me. “I’ve never been so exposed.”

“Makes it even hotter, doesn’t it?” he replied, his voice gruff with desire. His fingers withdrew. I felt the tip of his cock nudge against my entrance. “Tell me what you want,” I managed to say, my voice breathless. “I want to fuck you right here, right now,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips firmly.

“Then do it,” I whispered, feeling a thrill of excitement at his words. “But be quick. Someone could come in at any moment.”

“Don’t worry,” he assured me, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “I’ll make it worth the risk.”

“I know you will,” I replied with a saucy smile over my shoulder. “But remember, I want it fast and hard.”

“You’re going to get it,” he promised, his breath hot against my neck. His strokes grew more demanding, filling me with every thrust. “You’re so beautiful, Chechi (meaning elder sister in Malayalam).”

“Oh, baby,” I panted, the sound of my voice seemingly amplified by the steam-filled room. “Say Chechi again.”

“Chechi,” he murmured, his breath hot and ragged against my neck. “Your pussy is so tight.”

“Keep talking dirty to me,” I encouraged, my voice thick with desire. “It makes me wetter.”

“Chechi,” he panted, his eyes hooded with lust. “I’ve dreamed of this. Your pussy, it’s like heaven. I masturbated several times thinking of you.”

I bit my lip to stifle a moan, feeling the tension coil tighter within me. “And what do you think of my ass and boobs?” I asked, looking over my shoulder with a wink.

“Chechi, your ass is like a ripe mango begging to be squeezed,” he said, his eyes dark with lust. “And your big tits… they’re like melons, so juicy and perfect.”

“Do you want to touch them?” I offered, turning slightly so he could reach around and cup my breasts. His eyes widened, and he nodded eagerly. “Say it,” I demanded.

“Chechi, can I touch your melons?” he asked, his voice strained with desire.

“Of course,” I purred, leaning back slightly so my breasts were closer to his hands. He didn’t need any further invitations. His rough, calloused hands closed around my breasts, squeezing and melding them as he continued to fuck me from behind.

“Chechi, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned, his thumbs brushing against my nipples. The cleaner’s eyes glazed over with desire as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my neck. “Chechi, your skin, it’s like silk. And your ass,” he murmured, squeezing it. “It’s so round and perfect. I want to bite it.”

“Do it,” I urged, feeling the heat of his words on my skin. “Bite me, but not too hard.”
He grinned, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of my shoulder. I gasped, the sting of pain mingling with the intense pleasure of his cock filling me.

“Chechi,” he murmured, his hips bucking faster. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Keep going,” I urged him, pushing back against him. “Don’t stop.”

“Chechi, I can’t,” he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Good,” I whispered, my orgasm building. “I want you to fill me up.”

The cleaner nodded, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulled out of me. His shaft glistened with our combined juices. He stroked himself rapidly, his breaths coming in ragged pants. “Chechi,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “Where do you want it?”

“I want it all over me,” I said, my voice a breathy whisper. “But especially on my pussy.” The cleaner’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he nodded eagerly. “Chechi, as you wish,” he said, his grip on his cock tightening. He stroked himself faster, his breath coming in short gasps.

“Look at me,” I whispered, turning slightly so my ass was angled towards him. “Look at how much I want you to cum for me.” The cleaner’s eyes met mine, and I could see the desperation in them. “Chechi, your pussy is so pretty,” he murmured, his strokes becoming more frantic. “I want to see it.”

“Do it,” I urged, spreading my legs wider and reaching down to spread my folds apart. “Come all over me.” The cleaner’s eyes widened, and he groaned deep in his throat as he watched my fingers play with my clit.

“Chechi, your pussy is so wet,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Do you like being watched?”

“Yes,” I admitted, my voice breathless. “It makes me so much hornier.”

“Chechi, you’re so naughty,” he said with a grin, his strokes growing more frantic. “Show me more.”

“Mmm, like this?” I asked, my fingers moving in a slow, teasing circle around my clit. “Is this what you want to see?”

“Chechi,” he groaned, his hand moving faster. “Your pussy is begging for it.”

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed. “Keep talking to me. Tell me what you’re going to do.”

The cleaner’s hand tightened around his cock, and his eyes bore into mine, filled with a hunger that made me wetter. “Chechi, I’m going to cover your pussy in my cum,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You want it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned, my hand still playing with my clit. “Tell me how much you want to do it.”

“Chechi,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving my fingers. “I’ve been thinking about this all week. Your wet pussy, begging for me to fill it up.”

“You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?” I teased, my voice low and sultry. “Imagining all the naughty things we could do together.”

“Chechi, yes,” he admitted, his hand moving even faster. “Every time I clean these windows, I think about you.”

“And what do you think about?” I prodded, my curiosity piqued. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “I think about watching you, touching you, tasting you.”

I shivered at his words, the thrill of his confession making me even wetter. “And what happens next in your little fantasy?”

“Chechi,” he groaned, his strokes growing more erratic. “I watch you play with yourself, just like this.”

“Mmm, and do you like what you see?”

“Chechi, your pussy is so beautiful,” he murmured. “I want to lick it until you scream my name.”

“That sounds delicious,” I said, my voice a breathy whisper. “But for now, I think I want you to cum for me.”

The cleaner nodded, his eyes glazed with lust. “Chechi, I want to cover your pussy in my seed,” he said, his voice a desperate moan. “Please, let me do it.”

“Go ahead,” I said, my voice filled with anticipation. “I want to feel your hot cum all over me.”

With a final groan, the cleaner’s cock erupted, spurts of hot cum landing on my ass and thighs. I watched in the mirror as he painted my pussy with his release, the sight making me even more excited.

“Chechi,” he panted, his hand still moving slightly. “Your pussy, it’s so perfect.”

“Thank you,” I murmured, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. “Now, come closer. I want to feel you inside me.”

The cleaner didn’t need any more encouragement. He stepped closer, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with cum. I reached back and guided him to my entrance, feeling the warm stickiness of his release against my skin.

“Chechi,” he whispered, his eyes filled with wonder. “This is incredible.”

“It’s just the beginning,” I assured him, pushing back to take him fully inside me. “Now, let’s see what else you can do.”

The cleaner’s hips began to move again, his strokes deep and sure. We found an almost hypnotic rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the steamy bathroom, mingling with our moans and gasps.

“Chechi,” he murmured, his voice a mix of reverence and lust. “You’re so tight, so warm.”

“Keep going,” I encouraged, my voice a breathless pant. “I’m so close.”

“Chechi,” he groaned, his grip on my hips tightening. “Your pussy is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“You like it?” I asked, my voice filled with mischief.

“Chechi, I love it,” he said, his hips bucking harder. “I want to fuck you every day.”

“Then maybe you should,” I said with a wicked grin. “If you can keep up with me.”

The challenge in my voice spurred him on, his strokes becoming more intense. I could feel my orgasm approaching, the pressure building with every thrust.

“Chechi,” he whispered, his voice strained. “I’m going to cum again.”

“Me too,” I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed. “Cum inside me, fill me up.”

The cleaner groaned, his hips jerking as he released himself deep within me. I felt the warmth of his cum fill me up. I moaned in pleasure, my climax crashing over me like a wave.