NAKED Cheerleader and other Stories by Kendall Swan Page B

are finished, you may
get dressed. I have taken the liberty of closing of the blinds so
you won’t need to worry about being seen from outside.”
     
    “Uh, okay.” It seemed he had taken care of
everything. I guess this really was about cleaning naked. Marie
noticed his blue eyes gleaming as he spoke.
     
    “And of course you’re perfectly welcome to
anything in the kitchen, as usual.”
     
    “Do you want me to undress before or after I
eat?”
     
    “Your choice,” he said graciously. He was being
even more formal today than on Tuesday. But he always was more
polite than necessary, despite his relative youth and demeanor.
‘Maybe it’s his upbringing. Maybe he inherited all his money,’
Marie thought.
     
    Marie thought she should just dive in. She went
to the guest bedroom and quickly removed her clothes. She saw her
reflection in the mirror as she left the room. She was quite proud
of her body. She didn’t have the time or money for a gym
membership. But she managed to exercise plenty in her daily life
giving her smooth and toned muscles. She also enjoyed her long dark
brown hair. She had been letting it grow out this year and the new
look suited her well.
     
    But what she was most grateful for were her
breasts. She came from a family of well endowed women and enjoyed
her heritage very much. Her breasts were perfect Ds. They were
voluptuous without being hangy. And she had perfect quarter-sized
pink nipples that tended to pebble easily when she was cold or the
slightest bit horny.
     
    She went back to the kitchen in the nude and
grabbed an apple. ‘Forbidden fruit,’ she thought as she took a
large bite out of it. She finished the apple then gathered up her
supplies and marched upstairs like she normally did.
     
    She actually felt ok. Her nervousness had
subsided for the most part and the only thing that reminded her she
was naked was the occasional cool draft from the air conditioning.
She would have to mention that to Mr. Roberts.
     
    Marie reached his bedroom and gathered his
hamper bag from his walk in closet that was the size of her
apartment. She went to his bed, bent down to get the sheets, and
thought about her daydream. She remembered how she had been bent
down like this with her lips showing. She was only minus the French
maid outfit.
     
    She looked around and listened to make sure Mr.
Roberts wasn’t on his way up. Then she slowly slid her hand between
her legs while still bending over the edge of his bed. Her fingers
slid over her clit while making their way to her folds. With a tilt
of her wrist two fingers made it through her folds to the sweet
moistness of her pussy. She fingered herself slowly for a couple of
minutes, occasionally pulling her fingers out to rub her juices all
over her bud which had become erect quickly.
     
    You have work to do. And a schedule to keep.
You need to stop. But she couldn’t. She was surprised that the mere
act of taking her clothes off turned her on so much. Mr. Roberts
wasn’t there; she was alone. But her skin was alive. It was as if
she disrobed her inhibitions as well as her clothes.
     
    She finally gave in to her impulses and crawled
onto his bed, taking in his scent as she did. She turned on her
back and luxuriated in the feel of Mr. Roberts Egyptian cotton
sheets against all of her skin. She imagined herself getting into
this bed at the end of an evening because she lived there. Shortly
after, Mr. Roberts would join her. He would roll over to her side
and slide his hand down her pale body, cupping her breast and
grazing her flat stomach. Then his hand would be between her
legs.
     
    Marie had both hands between her legs now. She
was fingering herself with one hand and was quickly rubbing her
clit with the fingers of her other hand. Her eyes were closed and
she had to stifle her moans as she rubbed the wet clit faster and
faster.
     
    She was now imagining Mr. Roberts with his face
between her legs. Instead of her fingers, it was his soft,