Chapter 1: Introduction
The first thing that Christian Grey noticed when he walked into the milf's apartment was her tits. They were large and perky, like two ripe melons on her chest. He couldn't help but stare at them, transfixed by their sheer size and fullness.
As he worked, he found himself constantly glancing up at those tits. He was torn between his attraction to them and his need to maintain his professional demeanor. He knew that he shouldn't be so obvious, but he couldn't help it.
Every time he turned around, those tits were right there in front of him, tempting him with their fullness and swaying slightly with every movement she made.
Christian tried his best to keep his mind on the work at hand, but it was no use. Every time he caught her looking at him, he felt a rush of heat coursing through his body. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his palms were sweaty as he wiped away the dust from her bookshelves.
The milf was watching him intently, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
Christian's mind was racing with thoughts of her tits and what it would be like to touch them. But he could sense that she was waiting for him to make the first move. He knew he had to be careful not to overstep his boundaries.
As he worked, the housekeeper walked in and began to scrub the floor. She was an old woman with a pinched face and a stern personality. Christian tried to ignore her as he continued to work.
But it was impossible. Her tits were right there, on display for his viewing pleasure. He could feel his face flush with heat as he looked up at her.
The housekeeper continued to scrub the floor, her movements brisk and efficient. Christian was grateful she was there, giving him a distraction from the milf's teasing.
After a few minutes, the milf stepped out onto her balcony again, her hand wrapped around the railing.
She arched her back and thrust her chest forward, making her tits bounce enticingly.
Christian felt a jolt go through his body at the sight of her. His hands trembled slightly as he continued to wipe the shelves. He could feel himself getting harder by the second, his mind consumed by thoughts of her tits.
He knew he should stop looking at her, but he couldn't tear his gaze away. He felt like a moth drawn to a flame, unable to resist the pull of her temptation.
She knew it, and she loved it. She licked her lips and smirked, fully aware of the effect she was having on him.
As he worked, he couldn't help but notice how her blouse was tight across her chest, accentuating her curves. He could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric, and it only made him more aroused.
He tried to focus on his task, but he couldn't help but let his gaze slip down to her cleavage once again.
The skin there was smooth and flawless, and the outline of her nipple was visible through the thin material of her blouse.
The sound of the housekeeper's broom sweeping the floor nearby snapped him out of his trance. He turned towards her and quickly busied himself with the duster, hoping that the woman didn't catch him staring.
As he worked, Christian couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He looked up to find the milf standing behind him, her arms crossed over her chest.