This story is apart of the Hidden Gem collection, so please read that before reading this. If you have already read Hidden Gem, love, thank you and please proceed.
Hello and welcome my friend, as always I hope you are doing good, and thank you for stopping by, it’s nice to meet or see you again.
Let’s get into this one, oh yeah before I forget this is for my adult audience, so 18+ please.
I’m standing in the secret room of my grandparents mansion, moments after discovering my grandads secret hobby, that sits all around me, so many different types of books he has wrote, most probably never read by another soul apart from his.
Hearing my mum and dad’s laughter, echoing away as mum is showing dad the secret passage that leads to the fountain.
I grab a red hard-backed book off from the shelf, I don’t even read the title, until I sit in my grandfathers writing chair at his desk. I look down at the plain red grain-leather cover of the book I have chosen, no spectacular or enticing imagery, just the words in black letters, ‘The Window Cleaner’ written in fancy handwriting, from what I would presume came from the fountain pen, that’s sitting neatly on the desk.
I get my self comfortable in his chair, my thoughts go wondering to how many hours he sat in this very position, writing or reading the different styles of wordings, I snap out of it, opening the book to its first page and reading the written words belonging to my grandfather.
Feeling the warmth of the sun on my face and over the uncovered parts of my skin, enjoying the peace and tranquility while sitting on this wooden park bench. I’m just doing a bit people watching while witnessing life pass me by.
*Quack! Quack!*
A small duck pond is three or four steps in front of me, depending on how big you can step. A male and female duck floating on the dirty water, wanting me to chuck them some more bread for them to feast upon, I grab a slice of bread out from its packaging, breaking off a few pieces and tossing it to the ducks, they dunk it under the water, making it wet to help them swallow it easier.
I am looking past the pond and out of the park, towards a road that separates the row of white-bricked houses, seeing the branded van of the local window cleaner, Tom, parking in one of the designated residential spaces. Tom gets out of his van wearing his usual white overalls and light-grey long-sleeved t’shirt, he’s holding his window cleaning belt, while walking up to the middle house with a dark red door, knocking and suddenly running away, only joking he’s looking around while whistling, waiting for the occupants to answer.
*Quack! Quack!*
I break off more bread and chuck it to the ducks. The occupants answering their front door, grabs my attention back, an elderly married couple, a smartly dressed man using his wooden walking stick and his grey permed haired wife greet Tom.
Tom is still a young man, I believe he’s 23 years young, his father and grandfather were the the towns window cleaners before him, building a company that folks can trust over generations. Tom fully took over the reins of the business a year ago, because his father became too old to do it anymore and his grandfather is no longer with us, god rest his soul.
I suppose most women would find Tom attractive, he has a nice tanned complexion, with pearly white teeth, clean shaven with a strong jawline, kind baby blue eyes, styled black hair with a fresh trim, you can tell her looks after himself physically and he’s a single bachelor.
Tom’s speaking with the occupants, “Morning Mr and Mrs Baker, how are you doing today?”
Mrs Baker responds, “Morning Tom, we are doing well. How are you doing?”
Tom clipping his window cleaner belt around his waist, “I am doing good thank you, I will start with your downstairs windows first folks.”
Mrs Baker asks, “Do you want a tea or coffee darling?”
Tom rubs his hands together, “I’m alright thank you, I just picked up a takeaway coffee from CostaBucks on my way here.”
Mr Baker hands over money in note form, “We will pay you now my boy, we have to go out soon.”
Tom takes the money, putting it in one of his overall pockets, “Thank you sir. Are you going anywhere nice?”
Mrs Baker steps forward, excitably whispering in the ear of Tom, “It’s our granddaughter’s birthday son, we are going to get her a present and cake, she’s 21 today.”
Tom whispering back, “Lovely, well happy birthday to her.”
Tom continues to say in his normal tone, “Well when I’m finished if you’re not home, I will post your receipt through your letterbox.”
Mr Baker shakes the hand of Tom, “Thank you and we will talk later my boy.”
Tom walks back to his van, to get everything he needs to clean all of their windows, “Talk later folks.”
Mr and Mrs Baker go back into their home, and close their front door behind them, while Tom gets to work cleaning their downstairs windows.
A little time later and more throwing bread to the ducks.
Tom has finished cleaning the bottom windows and is now up the ladder, cleaning the first and the left sash window out of the two windows.
Hearing the front door open and close, looking down seeing Mr and Mrs Baker, walking down their garden path towards their parked silver car.
Mr baker says, “See you later son, be lucky.”
Tom chuckles, “You too.”
Mrs Baker waves at Tom that’s waving back from up the ladder. The elderly couple get into their car, and leave while Tom finishes off the first window and will move onto the next window, descending down the ladder.
Tom picks up the ladder and moves it over, lightly placing it up to the right window, trying not to chip any of the paint work and making sure it’s safe, he climbs up the ladder.
Tom quickly peeps through the slit in the curtains, just seeing a clean and empty bedroom, the bed is made neatly, he’s just about to continue with his job, when something catches his eye, the glow from the hallway light bulb, concealed behind the nearly shut bedroom door, that slowly opens and a young woman walks into the bedroom, a white towel wrapped around her curvy midsection and another white towel wrapped around her head, drying her hair.
The young woman walks over to the bedside table, opening the top draw and retrieving her bright pink dildo, she excitably kisses the tip, closing the draw and going to the bed.
She falls back on top of the bed, holding her dildo in her right hand, undoing the towel that’s covering her midsection, revealing her sexy naked body, nice boobs with both of her nipples pierced with a silver bar. She brings her feet up to the edge of the bed, wearing a gold ankle bracelet on her right ankle, seeing her toes are painted white, she opens her legs exposing her moist pussy.
She begins seductively sucking the tip of her dildo, while her free left hand starts wandering over her stomach and up to her nipples, feeling them getting hard between her fingers, with the wet dildo she slowly slides down her soft stomach skin, past her neatly trimmed pubes and arriving at her pussy, that she starts playing with making it more wet and juicy, the tip of the dildo begins teasing her clit.
Tom can’t take his eyes off the masturbating woman, he feels his cock getting hard and can’t help but feel turned on.
Thank you for reading!
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