Getting Well Organized

For a few years, my wife has met with a woman every second Friday afternoon to help her organize the various rooms and places in our house. I sometimes wondered (as the fee was not cheap) why she needed this help and was not able or willing to do the organizing work herself, but she kept explaining to me that without someone who is 'holding her hand' during this process, it would be hard if not impossible to do this herself. Over time, I got used to these visits and realized how much nicer and more presentable our house looked, both for us and for visitors.

The name of my wife's organizer lady is Elizabeth, and she is a friendly, attractive woman, probably in her early or mid fifties, at least twenty years older than myself, featuring a round face with beautiful dark brown eyes and shoulder-length black straight hair. She almost always wears jewelry such as earrings, necklaces or bracelets which increases her attractiveness to me even more. I rarely interacted with her, as she was just working with my wife all the time, but enjoyed each time when there was an opportunity for a brief conversation, as it was quite charming and uplifting to talk to her.

One day my wife mentioned to me that she had to attend a work function on Friday afternoon in two weeks which would be the Friday that Elizabeth was scheduled for a visit.

"I wonder if you would have anything that you could work with her that day?" She asked, quite to my surprise because so far I had never used Elizabeth's organizing talent. Did I really need someone to help me with organizing? I can take care of my own stuff, would that not be a waste of money...? But then again, I was not the neatest and cleanest person on the planet, and my office... well... I guessed my wife had a point...

"Well, I suppose, my office could need some attention with regard to my desk space and drawers... I've not really spent much time sorting things out for quite a while..."

"That's good! I'll text her that she will work with you next time around. You can write her a check for $200 after two hours of work."

That Friday arrived, and Elizabeth rang the doorbell promptly at 2 p. n., as she always did. Not sure how she managed to arrive to the very minute each time: did she never encounter traffic jams or other circumstances that could made her show up late? Maybe she arrived an hour early and parked in a neighboring street so she could always arrive perfectly on time?

I opened the door for her and asked her to enter. She said a friendly 'hello' and gave me a broad smile.

"Hello, Elizabeth! Thanks for coming over, as my wife is out today..."

"Of course, please just call me Liz... She informed me that the two of us will work in your office today, is that right?"

"Yep, not the neatest place in the house," I said, slightly apologizingly, "I just realized how badly it needs some organizing work..."

"Well, you have me!" She exclaimed with another big charming smile. "Let's get started, okay?"

During this initial conversation I had some time to look at her from head to toe... She looked elegant and attractive as always, and also had several pretty pieces of jewelry on her, in particular I liked her cute earrings that had multiple little stones in them with different colors... The gold bracelet on her left wrist was also exceptionally beautiful and attractive... Liz wore a light red blouse and black pants, and she wore black flats. Her fingernails were short and painted in dark red. I wonder if her appearance and everything would distract me too much from the work we were supposed to do...?

As we walked to my office,, I noticed her beautiful and intoxicating fragrance she wore that day, it was an earthy scent, slightly musky, and rather intense, but nevertheless very arousing...

"So, Mark, I have been thinking of you for quite some time... I wonder why you have never asked me to help me with organizing before...?"

"Well, I guess, I always thought that you worked just for my wife, and that has been fine with me... Maybe I am also someone who is less bothered by some messiness around..."

"I see," Liz said, "curious to have a look at your office..."

We entered my office, and without making any comments about its messiness she suggested to start working on the desk and the many things, including quite some paperwork, that were sitting on it, barely allowing for any free space...

Liz sat in my comfortable large office chair, while I sat in a recliner very close to her.

Elizabeth took one item after the other from the desk, asking me about it and deciding what to do with it. Quite a few items went directly into the trash can, others we put aside for now, and for many papers we created folders to file them away in an orderly manner.

As we were sitting in my office together, I noticed a sense of calm and ease, coming from the way Liz acted and talked, that had a very soothing and relaxing effect on me. I am someone who often is anxious or nervous, But she definitely put me at ease and calmed me down so wonderfully just the way she was through her presence...

While figuring out the various items on my desk, I would stand right next to her, allowing me to take in her sensuous flagrance that made her even more attractive than she already was to me... As she handed me something to have a look at, our hands at times would touch as if by accident, and I felt like a little jolt of sensuous electricity flowed through my body when I did come that close to her physically... Sometimes even our arms or legs would briefly touch, as well, whether she or I made this move was not always clear but again, it felt so wonderful to me to the extent that my little man got more and more excited... If Liz watched my fly she would see the massive boner behind it which had formed there in the meantime...

Once the surface of the desk was cleared off and looked as nice as it had not in years, we went for the drawers that also had to be excavated from all the miscellaneous debris that had accumulated there over time... For this work, Liz stood in front of a particular drawer and when bending down, exposed her well-rounded butt that showed quite clearly through her pants which were rather tight around the hips and waist... I was aroused to the point that I almost grabbed her ass cheeks and provided them with a firm massage, maybe then continuing to her sex to increase the heat, but I resisted the temptation... After all, Liz was a professional, and she had not come to visit me for other reasons... Aside from that, my wife said she would be home by around 5 p. n., and I had to avoid, at all cost, being caught in a compromising situation...

After an hour of intense but rewarding organizing work I suggested to take a break and we went to the kitchen for a drink. I had a beer for myself, and Liz just wanted seltzer. As I sat opposite to her at the kitchen table, I again was quite enamored by her appearance, and as we engaged in a conversation with each other, I noticed that I had feelings for her that went beyond just some spontaneous sexual fantasies...

We continued the organizing work in my office, and I was amazed how quickly it looked nicer and neater, I could not have done that myself, I was sure about that... At the same time, I kept being aroused by Liz's perfume and her presence so close-by... From a spontaneous intuition, I put my arm around her shoulder and thanked her for her work... This would be a test, I thought, whether she would be okay with that kind of physical approach or whether she would reject it outright...

She thanked me for the compliment and did not move herself nor tried to remove my arm from her shoulder. This was a very encouraging sign to me, and I softly told her that I found her attractive, that I liked her, and that I would like to get closer to her...

For a while she said nothing, probably deliberating within herself what her options were and how to react to my proposition... Then she slowly turned around, looked me deeply into my eyes, embraced me, and started to French kiss me for a long time...

I was, of course, in seventh heaven, I initially had no idea whether she would agree to anything or even be upset and insulted by my behavior... Her tongue meeting mine and our tongues performing a slow but intense love dance with each other felt so good, being in tight embrace with her, feeling her breasts on my chest and my meanwhile hard boner pressing against her sex was just too good to be true...

When she finally released the French kiss, she took my hand and walked with me to the master bedroom; of course, she knew the layout of the house perfectly after so many years...

Liz sat down on the bed, smiling with arousal and lustful anticipation, and asked me to undress her... I did not hesitate a second, but took my time to remove one piece of clothing after another, starting with her pretty flats, her nice black pants, then taking off her blouse, her tight smooth white bra, and finally her black bikini panties... In the nude, Liz was even more attractive than when clothed, I thought, and I started with massaging her pretty breasts, making her moan pretty soon...

"Your turn," she said, starting to take my clothes off now, as well... She took less time in that than I had when working on undressing her, I thought this was probably because she couldn't wait much longer and was ready to fuck me...

My plan was different though, and after an extensive massage of her breasts and nipples, I paid attention to her pretty feet, her toenails also having the dark red polish on, same as for her fingernails, then moving up her calves and thighs, and finally teasing her pussy by just briefly touching the area here and there but immediately moving my hands away again... Her bush was big and black and I paid also a lot of attention to it, as well as to her belly area...

Liz's moaning got louder and more intense, and she took my hand, trying to move it closer to her pussy and even directly on her enlarged clit.. but I was not ready for this and resisted her motions...

Frustrated, she took my hard cock into both of her hands and provided it with a very sensuous, smooth massage, but, like me, teasing me in terms of never touching its head... Massive amounts of precum emanated from my glans and dripped over Liz's cute hands with the red painted fingernails... She appreciated the lubrication and kept going with her handjob but still not touching the head of my boner at all...

I asked Liz to turn around and lay on the bed on her stomach... On the other side of hers, she also looked so gorgeous and sexy for her age, I was completely stunned... I admired the beautiful view of her back and perfectly round and sexy ass cheeks which had several animal tattoos on them... I provided her with more massages of her feet, legs and butt areas, also over her back and then stroked the pretty straight black hair and her head...

"Mark, I want you to fuck me..." Elizabeth said, clearly strongly aroused and in need for more...

I helped her raise her hips, placed myself behind her, and very gently and slowly entered my rock hard cock into her pussy which has been super lubricated with her pussy juices... Liz cried out of lust as she felt my boner inside of her and then we both started rhythmic fucking motions, me slamming my steel rod deep inside her cunt, many times, thrusting forward and all the way inside until it reached her cervix, pulling back again, then inside, outside, establishing a wonderful fucking rhythm... Liz moved her hips back and forth to match my pounding rhythm, and we both got closer and closer to the edge as our fuck intensified...

Elizabeth's right hand touched her sex and she started to gently rub her lust pearl... Meanwhile, I grabbed her black hair with my left hand and gently pulled on it, raising Liz's head up a bit, and massaged her tits and nipples again with my other hand...

We both moaned and groaned louder and louder, increased the fucking rhythm and intensity, until we both came almost simultaneously, our bodies convulsing, and cum juices and pussy squirts mixing in Liz's lust hole...

As we sank into the bed, spent from our great fuck, I quickly checked the time... and it was good I did because it was about a quarter before 5 p. m., so my wife could be here at any moment... As much as I would have liked to continue fucking Liz, not the least her pretty tattooed ass, we had to quickly clean up, and remove any traces of our activities in the bedroom ...

I wrote Liz her check and kissed her good-bye, I thought there had to be time for one more French kiss, and we would be sure to meet each other again very soon, not likely for the purpose of organizing, though, but rather some other kinds of activities...