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One afternoon, I decided to help out Mr. Anderson, an older man in our locality, with some cleaning around his house. I wore a simple summer dress, light and breezy, which barely reached mid-thigh. The dress had a low neckline, showing off a bit of my cleavage, and thin straps that left my shoulders and back mostly bare. It was a hot day, and the dress felt perfect, but I knew it also made me look quite alluring.
When I arrived at Mr. Anderson’s house, he greeted me with a warm smile, his eyes lingering on my body a bit longer than usual. “Thanks for coming over to help, dear,” he said, his gaze drifting down to my cleavage. I could feel his eyes undressing me, making me slightly wet with anticipation.
I started with the living room, dusting the furniture and cleaning the windows. I could feel Mr. Anderson watching me the whole time, his eyes following my every movement. Whenever I bent over to pick something up, I could feel his gaze on my ass, the dress riding up just enough to give him a tantalizing glimpse.
As I moved to the kitchen, Mr. Anderson followed me, standing close enough that I could feel his breath on my neck. “You’re doing a great job,” he said, his voice low and husky. “It’s nice to have such a pretty young lady around the house.”
I smiled and continued cleaning, aware of the growing tension between us. I could feel my nipples hardening under the thin fabric of my dress, making them more prominent. Mr. Anderson’s eyes were glued to my chest, and I knew he…
