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Last night, and before going to bed, his parents had reminded him that Miranda, the housecleaner, would be calling in; that they would then leave for two or three hours and go to an exhibition at some art gallery, the name of which escaped him.
"Be polite and let Miranda get on with her work, won't you?" his mother had asked. "She'll want to clean your room so,when she wants to do that, I hope you'll be up by then..."
"I'll try."
"Please do better than just try, darling. Finding a maid is getting harder to do these days."
Matt sighed as he remembered the conversation, then turned over on his side. "A few minutes more and then I'll get up..."
Murmuring drowsily to himself, he remembered what he had been told; that finding vetted, bi-lingual and competent housecleaners had proved to be a problem for his parents, and yet, somehow, they had engaged Miranda to call in three times a week, mostly in the mornings, and help to keep the family's London home clean and tidy.
She was okay, Miranda, a woman of forty, maybe a few years more, and with a captivating accent that he had heard on the first day at home and when he had listened to her talking to herself in her native tongue as she worked.
He thought he'd eased away the nagging ache of his morning wood, but thinking of Miranda, in her smock the morning he had first seen her, how shapely the dusky skinned woman was to his sight, had made what he had hard and erect again.
His feet thrashed on the bed and the duvet only half covered him as he became lost in what he what he was doing. He did not hear the door to his room open as he worked his length.
"Aiee, Matteo...que haces?" Miranda asked even as it was obvious, his erect penis arcing out from his hairy groin and his left hand working it in fast strokes and jerks.
He let go and sat up, shoved his penis back under the waistband of his lounge pants as he gazed at her in embarrassment. "I didn't hear you come in."
"I know that, Matteo," she smiled knowingly and put down the bucket with the cleaning materials that she needed, the dust cloth that she was carrying joining the contents before she stepped towards him. "My Andrés, he does not have permisso to be here with me here in England and work yet, so...so I sometimes do what I see you doing to yourself."
"I wish you hadn't seen me," he muttered and failing to get up from the bed.
"Calma te," she said in calm reassurance. "It is done now."
"Yeah," he said, sighing and gazing at what she now did.
She had put a restraining hand to his stomach, and he was glad that he had a T-shirt on or a woman's touch on his bare skin would have set him off.
"What...what I have seen," she said on smiling suggestively and gazing intently at him, "I think you have is nice, thick and long. May I touch it?"
Her touch, and the sight of her, had wound his clock way too ti8ght to now say no to what she wanted to do.
"Yes, go on then, Miranda," he said, shifting on the bed and lifting his hips as the two of then tugged down his lounge pants. Now was to be the time,, and opportunity to really learn how it went, even if she was no beauty but had read the signs only too quickly.
"Aiee, que fuerte," she said on a soft groan of approval of what she now held, her fingers stroking over the full length of his penis and a hand cupping and rolling his nuts. She felt his body tremble. 2Enjoy it, Matteo..."
"I am," he groaned, out of pleasure and in approval of what she did and clumsily trailed a hand over the front of her work smock. "Wonderful, what I feel and what you are doing..."
She leaned in and gave him a searching look. "May...may I taste you?"
His reply was to pull on her hair, black and silky, that framed an only too ordinary face. What did he care for her looks? He wanted her to blow him and then, perhaps, for them to fuck and he would have it all...before his breakfast, late as it was in the morning.
"Go on, Miranda...you've got me this far."
She understood, alright, because he felt the moist warmth of her mouth, the flickering of her tongue, as she sank over him and began to suck, her hands working him at the same time in a quickening frenzy.
Muranda felt him tugging at her clothes, to unfasten the buttons on her tunic as he groped for the swell of her breasts. She pushed his hand away, stood up and stripped down to her modest bra and knickers, her fleshy body now exposed to his approving gaze and then wondering touch on the curve of her belly, then her panties.
"Your first time, yes?"
"Yes...so make it happen for me!"
What she resumed doing made his penis grow longer and harder, and the working of her hands and mouth took him to the edge. He lost it, Miranda gasping as she worked him until he erupted; wads of cum spurting into her mouth and throat and she not stopping until he fell back on the bed, totally lost in the moment.
"So good...that was so good!" he had cried out and his eyes slowly refocussing on the woman who had just mouthed him as no one had done before.
Miranda moved away. She then stood up and unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor, and she then moved to lean over him. "Hold them, Matteo...I would like that."
"I would like to do more with you..."
"Okay," she smiled and kissed him, not resisting him as Matt pulled her down onto the bed beside him and his mouth fell on her breasts and he kissed their rounded weight, sucked on her nipples as she pulled on his head to keep his attention upon her. "Yes, put the tips in your mouth and suck...I like that!"
Her body, what he had claimed so far, along with her heavily accented voice, turned him on. He wanted to be hard again, erect and long enough to fuck the housecleaner and learn of it from her. She left him in no doubt that this was what she also wanted, the stroking of her hands, her caresses, purposeful.
"I show you, Matteo," she was finally obliged to say, her voice soothing. "Do not worry...it will be okay."
Miranda lifted her legs and squirmed; pulled off her panties and then lay back, stroked her hands over his body and he needed no coaxing, no other incentive, than to lie between her thighs and to feel her caresses urging him to move.
She gasped as he nuzzled and tongued her slit, felt her pubes brush his face. "Condom...do you have any?"
"Si...I have some," he smiled, leaning over her and tugging at the packet that he had bought only days ago, not a box that his nosey mother might go looking for. She slipped a rubber over his trembling penis as he knelt before her, gazing wonderingly at a mature woman's body. Miranda seemed pleased at the speed of his recovery, his penis hard and jerking in response to every touch of her hands.
"Ven...come...put it in me. Do it simple as it is your first time..."
"And then?"
"We see, Matteo, try me this way and then we see, okay?"
Her grip on his buttocks tightened as Miranda pulled his hips and he slipped into her wet pussy, slowly lifting her hips to accept his sheathed entry and to show him how it was to go. She then began to clamp and tug, her movements urging him to respond.
Instinct took over, and he began to tamp her body in wilder strokes; to caress her breasts with his hands as best that he could and as her pussy's walls closed around him; gripped and jerked on his penis. He groaned in response to the new sensations that she aroused in him. He moved to lean over her, Miranda's legs high around his body and he stroked her star, the puckered skin of her anus and she went wild.
"Si...anda...anda...fuck me! Go on...I am yours now!"
He gasped out of pleasure; laughed softly in dismay at how good it felt to be fucking her, and learning from Miranda at the same time, as she worked his penis in her wild and demanding ways.
She kept him deep within her; clamped and tugged on his penis and coaxed him into perfeoming short strokes then one long and deeply penetrative thrust. Her pussy's juices leaked onto his belly and, whenever he lingered at the point of his deepest penetration, they kissed.
The sound of their bodies slapping against the other filled the room along with her moans and the soft creaking of his bed. She reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit in time with their coupling, and it wasn't long before they called out to each other again and again at the height of their pleasure.
"You do it good, already...go on, Matteo!" she called out on panted breaths and when the tempo increased and neither could hold back any longer she screeched again, her body shuddering as his penis leapt and she shared in his climax, his calls to her becoming one long breath of sublime discovery of how it felt to ejaculate and meet the claims of a woman upon his body.
"This is so good...it feels so good!"
He couldn't keep from shuddering as the drugging waves of newly discovered pleasure raced through his groin and penis as she continued to drain him of all that he had.
"You learn quick..."
"Si, and thanks to you," he answered and before she eased him off her.
"I work, have to go back to work again."
"Are you sure?" he asked, gazing up at her as Miranda got up from the bed. Her nipples looked so hard and erect; her thighs and belly had a rosy glow from their coupling, and her hair was now dishevelled and lent her a wild look.
"No, I am not sure," she answered and smiled. Miranda moved to lean over him to allow her breasts to sway over his skin as they kissed, their tongues swirling and their hands groping. "It will be better next time...if...if your parents go out and when I am here to clean."
"I hope that happens and soon, Miranda."
He allowed her to get washed. When she returned from the bathroom that she had just cleaned before coming into his room, she got dressed and he gazed at the housecleaner again, his hands slowly working his penis and a sly grin on his face.
"No more, Matteo, sorry. Go and have your breakfast. I have work to do..."
And he would have to deal with all that had happened, the loss of his virginity with the housecleaner. Learning with her could become so much fun, but the problem would be when it would happen again.
After just one frenetic sesh he wanted to earn and have more sex, and with her.
