Cleaning Spree
Copyright© 2024 by Mat Twassel
Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - In preparation for her aunt's visit, Ashley embarks on a household cleaning spree. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Fiction Illustrated
Oh Daniel
Ashley did order the larger stepladder for next day delivery, but it didn’t matter. Ashley decided that the floor in the reading room needed cleaning. It’s got these shiny big tiles, and I guess we’d never really paid much attention to how grungy they were getting.
Ashley decided it wouldn’t do to have Aunt Clair see how inept our housekeeping was, so she set to work. She mopped the tiles and buffed them dry and mopped them again, and then she waxed them. They looked nice. Super glossy, but actually I think they looked nice before. I think that grungy look was the way they were supposed to look. Kind of like desert stone or something. Anyway, Ashley decided to give the glossy tiles one more bit of buffing, and the tile was so slippery her feet went out from under her and she landed on her ass.
Luckily she wasn’t hurt—just her ego, the slightest bruise. In case you haven’t figured it out, Ashley has about as healthy an ego as you can get. Which is fitting, really. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Anyway, now she was miffed. “Fucking tile,” she said, accusing it almost as if it were being the way it was on purpose just to irk her.
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“Cover it with a non-slip rug,” she said. “That’ll teach it.” See, she and the tile really were locked in a battle.
Aunt Clair was due to arrive in two days, so Ashley decided getting the rug from Amazon was cutting it too close. We drove out to the mall, and Ashley found a rug. It looked nice, and I think it went with the room.
Back home Ashley laid the rug. Since it was only about five feet by three feet, this wasn’t hard. Then she walked on it, back and forth about sixteen times. Then she took off her shoes and walked on it some more. “I think it’s good,” she told me. “Take off your shoes and test it.”
I took off my shoes and tested the rug. It felt good. Soft and comfortable.
“Test it the rest of the way,” Ashley said.
“Um, what do you mean the rest of the way?” I asked.