by Heidi Flow
“You dare question my time keeping?” he screamed.
I sat quite taken aback, silent for a time, until I began to offer apologies.
Mr Sheridan brushed them away. “Words mean nothing to me. I need staff I can trust.”
“But I can be trusted,” I snivelled when really I should have told him if he wasn’t going to pay his staff properly, he should stick his job.
Instead I ended up working for nothing, going in on my afternoon, mornings and days off, trying to catch up on work I had no chance of ever catching up on.
In the end I was working a full time job on a pittance of pay. My husband was asking questions about why I was never home. My housework went to pot and my self-esteem, the reason I’d taken the job in the first place, went with it. I was left with no alternative but to resign.
“You can’t resign,” Mr Sheridan shouted at me.
“I am doing,” I calmly replied.
“I demand a month’s notice,” he screamed.
“And I demand some respect and to be paid for the hours I actually work.”
His face turned purple. “I’ve never been so outraged.”
“I shall give you your months’ notice, but I very much doubt you will give me my money for the extra hours I work, therefore I shall only attend work for the hours we agreed in the first place and I shall leave the minute those agreed hours end, no matter how much work you have piled up for me.”
“Get out, get out now.”
“You’re not in agreement?”
“You’re fired,” he screamed.
I left his office, wondering where I had found it in me to stand up to him. I felt more self-esteem in myself than I had done for a long time. It was only when I finally got back home that the euphoria from my little victory subsided. Once again I was jobless and those same four walls greeted me like a coffin.
I was determined I wouldn’t be beaten though. I began my job search on the internet straight away. And straight away a job caught my eye. It was for a cleaning job, three mornings a week, the pay for which was surprisingly good. I rang the number.
“Hello,” a soft female voice on the other end of the phone spoke.
“Hello, I’m ringing about the cleaning job.”
There was a pause before she replied. “There a certain conditions with the job, certain conditions I did not state over the internet for fear of attracting any lunatics.”
“I can assure you I’m no lunatic,” I replied, surprised.
“And how do I know that?”
“Do I sound like one?”
“There was a longer pause before the voice answered. “Are you free right now?”
“It’s a bit short notice, but if you’re not too far away from me I should be able to make it.”
“The things I didn’t mention over the phone. One, I’m in a wheelchair, I was left paralysed in a car accident three years ago.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“And two, I’m a naturist. It’s nothing sexual; it is just the way I like to live. Would you have any problem with that at all?”
“No,” I replied a little taken aback.
“I will not be offended if you’re offended by the sight of my crippled naked body and decide not to take the job. There is a third stipulation which could be the biggest stumbling block of all to you taking the position, but I’d rather convey that one in person to you.”
She gave me her address. It was about a twenty minute walk and in a good area of town.
Within a couple of minutes I was on my way there, intrigued by what the third stipulation could be and why she couldn’t tell me about it over the phone.
Chapter Four
Even though she’d told me she was a naturist over the phone, it was still a shock actually seeing her that way, when I got there. She greeted me in her hallway. She was totally naked. I tried not to look but the area between her legs was shaven bare, making her labia lips seem all the more prominent. Her skin was flawless, her breasts were pert, and she was slim too. She was around her mid-thirties and stunning in every way. She was not what I’d expected in any shape or form. She had mischievous eyes that glinted in the sun light and a smile that looked as if it could lead the most conservative of people astray.
“I hope looking at me isn’t too off putting? Some people are put off by the nudity, some people by the wheelchair and some people by both.”
“No, of course not, you look fine,” I said blushing.
She smiled at me and outstretched her hand. “I’m Lisa.”
“I’m Jane,” I replied, shaking her hand back.
“And does Jane have a Tarzan?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Do you have a significant other? Are you married?”
“Yes,” I nodded and repeated again, “yes, I’m married.”
“You’ve got it by the way,” Lisa said.
“What?”
“The job. That’s if you want it?”
“Yes I do.”
“Good. There is just one thing, the thing that I couldn’t tell you over the phone.”
There was an uneasy silence as she eyed me up and down. It was as if she was uneasy to tell me what she wanted to tell me, which only served to make me more nervous.
“Which is?” I finally said to prompt her.
“When people are in this house I like them to be the same as me. By the same, I mean as in without clothing, I’m not meaning as in sat in a wheelchair,” she laughed, but her laugh was half hearted, as she tried to read my facial expressions.
“I see,” I said stunned, trying to let all that was being asked of me to sink in.
“I bet right now you’re wishing I had told you over the phone. That way you wouldn’t be here having to tell me no thanks to my face,” she said and laughed again and once again her laugh was half hearted.
“No, that wouldn’t be the case,” I replied, a little put on the spot.
“So you’ll take the job?” she asked excitedly and those eyes of hers shone. Oh how they shone.
“I’ll take the job.”
“That’s brilliant. I’m so pleased. I know we’ll get on and be great friends. I don’t get a lot of company since my accident. People can by very judgemental, about both the nudity and the wheelchair.”
“I’m not one of those people.”
“No you’re not.” Lisa smiled and that lead you astray grin of hers lit up her face.
“So when would you like me to call back and start,” I asked.
“There’s no time like the presence,” Lisa said with a grin. “How about straight away?”
“Straight away?” I asked. “As in right now?”
“Yes,” Lisa nodded enthusiastically.
“But I’m not really prepared.”
“What do you need? I have all the cleaning products and tools; all you need to do is take your clothes off. You can do it here or in the bathroom if you like?”
“Where is the bathroom?” I asked.
She pointed. “It’s just down there to the left.”
“Right,” I said. “Here I go.” I paused for a second and then started my walk to the bathroom.
Chapter Five
“What am I doing?” I asked myself as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My reflection gave no answer back; it just stared at me blankly.
“Are you okay in there?” Lisa shouted.
“I’m fine,” I shouted back, before turning once more to my reflection and asking it, “Are you really going to do this?”
I tugged at my top, but it didn’t seem to want to come off.
“I can’t do this,” I whispered to my reflection. And for the first time ever, my reflection answered back. “Yes you can.”
Seconds later I stood there, totally naked. I had kept myself trimmed and toned for my husband, little realising that all the keep fit I had done would be for the benefit of someone else’s eyes.
“Is this wrong? Is it like cheating?” I asked my
reflection.
“No. It’s just a job where nudity is required. Nudity amongst females only, no men. It couldn’t be any further from cheating. It’s liberating,” my reflection answered.
“Are you ready? If you’re not and you want to call the whole thing off that’s totally fine,” Lisa shouted.
“I’m ready,” I replied, and taking a deep breath I stepped out of the bathroom.
I opened the door. Lisa was waiting for me outside. “You look beautiful,” she said.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“Well that’s the hard part over,” she said.
“Where would you like me to clean first?”
“That can wait. We can have a talk first over a drink of tea or coffee, which ever you prefer?”
“I should be getting on with my work though.”
“Relax. I’m the boss and I’m paying you overtime. What could be better than getting paid overtime for a brew and a biscuit?”
Lisa didn’t wait for my answer. With her hands she rolled her wheelchair into the kitchen. I meekly followed her, then back tracked when I saw the large patio windows with sun stream through them.
“Relax, nobody can see. My garden is very private, front and back. That’s one of the reasons I bought this bungalow, that and the fact of my legs no longer working.”
I finally followed her into the kitchen.
“You see, high walls, nobody can see,” she said. “Now what will it be? Tea or coffee?”
“Tea please.”
She nodded. “I had you down as a tea drinker.”
“Milk and one sugar please,” I said as I stood there naked, not knowing what to do with my arms. I must have looked pretty strange, one minute folding them over my breasts to cover my hardened nipples and the next dropping them down so my hands could cover my pubic regions. I was in quite a dilemma when she handed me my drink.
“You don’t shave?” Lisa asked, nodding towards my hair down below. If I’d not been holding a cup and saucer my hands would have been straight back down to cover as much as possible, but I was, so I couldn’t.
“I haven’t really thought about it.”
“You should. It’s a wonderful feeling and a very sensual look. You’ll feel as fresh as a daisy and just as pretty.”
“I’m not sure it’s for me.”
“How do you know if you haven’t tried?”
I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t answer, I just shrugged my shoulders.
Lisa learned forwards with that mischievous grin of hers. “Tell you what, if you shave it here and now in front of me I’ll give you double your wages.”
“What are my wages?” I instinctively asked, rather than saying no.
“They are twenty pound an hour. Call it ten pound for the cleaning and ten pound for the nudity, and sometimes you’ll be able to earn bonuses. We can call your shave a bonus.”
“You’ll give me another twenty pound if I shave?” I asked embarrassed.
“Only if I can watch. I find it fascinating. Nothing kinky of course. I just want to see your face when you’re finally set free.”
“I’m feeling pretty free already,” I said.
Lisa laughed. “And it will be an extra forty pound I pay you. Your hours of work are two hours per day so with a bonus today you’ll have earned eighty pound.”
“Eighty pound?”
Lisa nodded. “But there is an added catch I’ve just added on to get the full eighty. It is awfully naughty.”
“What is it?” I asked nervously.
“Let me shave you.”
I thought my ears were deceiving me. But they weren’t.
“I’ll even round your pay for today up to a nice round hundred. So what do you say?”
I know I should have left there and then. I guess any sane and decent housewife would have gone. But at that point I didn’t feel sane or decent. I felt curious and naughty. I’d stumbled onto a forbidden road and now I wanted to see where it was taking me.
Chapter Six
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I said as I sat down with my legs oh so slightly parted.
“You’re going to have to open your legs much wider than that,” Lisa said as she waited with razor and shaving foam in her hands. “In fact, I’ve got a good idea. Instead of you just sitting down you could stand over me with your legs astride my wheelchair. That way I’ll easily be able to shave you completely smooth.”
It was as if Lisa was pushing my boundaries further and further. I had never felt so exposed in my life before, but oh how I loved it.
“Okay, if you’re sure,” I said.
She nodded.
I moved closer to her with my legs open. Within seconds I was stood there, wide open with my pussy lips mere inches away from her lips.
“Don’t worry, I won’t bite,” Lisa said giggling. “Unless you want me to.”
I felt her gentle touch as she applied the saving foam to me. As she began to rub it in I felt a small orgasm erupt inside of me. As she carried on rubbing and shaving I felt a multitude of bigger orgasms gradually growing bigger.
“How does that feel?” Lisa asked as she pulled away.
“Fine, it feels fine,” I gasped. It was as if she knew she’d taken me to the brink, but was teasing me by pulling away just in time.
“Hell, it should feel better than just fine and it looks divine. Good enough to kiss,” Lisa said.
And on those words I felt a little gush of wetness run down my leg.
“I’ll get you a mirror so you can see what a good job I’ve done and how wonderful you look,” Lisa said. She returned seconds later with a mirror. “See.”
I stood admiring myself naked with a clean shaven pussy in front of her. She was right, I looked wonderful.
“You look good enough to eat,” she said.
Her just saying those words took my breath away.
“I do?”
“You must be raring to get going,” Lisa said.
“I am,” I gasped.
Lisa pointed to a cupboard. “You’re cleaning stuff is just in there.”
I looked at her disbelievingly “Cleaning stuff?”
“Yes. I’ll let you get on with it.”
I moved to the cupboard to take out the cleaning equipment. Not only had I been teased to the brink, I’d been hung over it and dangled down. I couldn’t understand what was going on with Lisa or with myself for that matter. I’d never found a woman so attractive before and I’d never even thought about exposing my body to a stranger, but there I was, enjoying myself like I’d never done.
I wanted Lisa to reach out and touch me, but instead I had to be satisfied with her watching me as I stretched up to reach those hard to reach places with my feather dusty and to bend down to pick things up, which allowed her to see my pussy lips parted from behind. The feeling this gave me was like a drug. But it was a drug not without side effects. I felt guilt and shame that I was enjoying myself so much, doing such things behind my husband’s back. Another drawback was I wanted more, lots more.
At first Lisa watched me intently as I went about my naked cleaning tasks, but then she turned away. She began to watch the television and I found myself moving closer to where she sat, stretching my body higher and bending it lower so I could reach every nook and cranny and she could see every nook and cranny.
It was all in vain though. It was as if I was a toy to her. She had played me along and cast my aside.
“You’ve done a wonderful job,” she said without even looking at me. “See you same time tomorrow.”
“Do you think it will need cleaning tomorrow?” I asked disgruntled.
She turned to me and nodded. “I think so. I like to keep on top of things.”
I stood there blinking. It was an uneasy silence for me, but not for her, she seemed to be enjoying it immensely.
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I finally said.
Lisa turned to me. “Oh, I nearly forgot.”
“Yes
,” I said eagerly.
“Your wages for today.” She handed me the crisp twenty pound notes. They didn’t make me feel any better though. I shuffled to the bathroom, dressed and let myself out.
Chapter Seven
On the walk home I tried to gather my thoughts but it was simply impossible. I couldn’t understand Lisa or myself. How could one person have made me feel the way she made me feel? It wasn’t the fact that I’d found her attractive, the first time I’d thought of a female that way, it was more why had I become addicted to this new exhibitionist world she’d opened up to me. I had never felt more alive than when I’d been totally exposed to her, a complete stranger. I figured that was probably Lisa’s drug, why she was a nudist and now she’d handed some of that drug over to me and got me as equally hooked. This wasn’t about being a naturist, this felt purely sexual for me and I could tell by her face it was the same for her.
Her mischievous face haunted me even when I shut my front door firmly behind me. I raced up stairs, I needed to strip, I needed to be totally naked, I needed to relieve myself.
As soon as I entered my bedroom I noticed the annoying guy across the road was in his bedroom window smoking a joint. He was always there watching. He was in his early twenties a scruffy, unattractive individual, but he had a pair of eyes and that was all I needed.
I’d always been so careful, making sure my curtains were tightly closed when I was in any state of undress, but now I left them wide open for all to see as I began to strip.
By the time I was down to my bra and panties his joint was dangling from his mouth. As I removed my bra and slowly began to slip down my panties, the joint fell from his mouth altogether.
I lay back on the bed. I opened my legs in full view of his watching eyes and began to masturbate.
It didn’t take long before my first orgasm squirted out of me. My lips were puffy and red as I played with myself. I pulled them open wider so my wetness glinted in the sunlight as I rubbed my clitoris harder. I felt my breasts; my nipples so hard, harder and firmer than they’d ever been.
I closed my eyes, but I knew he was still watching and it urged me on all the more. I allowed wave after wave of ecstasy to overcome me.