Living alone and too busy with work, I decided to hire a housekeeping service. The next day, Miyanishi turned up at my door. Slim, beautiful, and glasses that suited her. My impressions of her: 28, though she looks younger. Always polite, always formal speech. Always smiling. Two years older than me. Pale and slender. Gentle, prim, lovely. Serious about the job. A faint streak of the tease about her (which she doesn't seem aware of). That's all. It started as a trial, but I was completely taken with how beautiful and gentle and devoted she was, and — with an ulterior motive — I signed a proper contract for her to come once a week. Then one day, watching her work, I couldn't hold back and put my hands on her more than I should have. Miyanishi said: “Um... please don't do that out of nowhere.” “If there's something you'd like, please say so first.” “I'll meet what I can, as far as I'm able.” Being useless with women, I decided not to initiate anything at all and instead simply ask her to give me various kinds of pleasure while I stayed passive. She went further than I imagined. She had my kinks completely mapped out immediately. Looking straight at my face through those glasses, she'd wet her fingers and work my nipples slowly and gently. Answering exactly what I asked for, teasing me softly. Handling me expertly with her hands and her feet. Smiling the whole time, watching my face, taking my cock to full hardness. Letting drool run down onto it while she stroked. That sort of thing. It became obvious very quickly: Miyanishi is far too good at working a man over, and has no idea she is. Passive as I am, I get drunk on the pleasure of being played with by a slightly older woman. The obscenity a serious, gentle housekeeper turns out to be capable of. Slow, soft, sticky sex-work-by-proxy from housekeeper Miyanishi, clinging to every inch of me. The joy of being taken apart at home by a prim, beautiful woman who came to do the housework.