Housekeeping

Housekeeping

Henry Jones was working part-time for the housekeeping department at State University.
Every Monday morning, the full-time housekeepers and their part-time student helpers found out who they would be paired up with for the coming week. The head housekeeper assigned one student helper to work for a week under the supervision of a regular employee, and posted the list of pairings on the bulletin board outside his office. He liked to change who was assigned to work with whom on a weekly basis. He knew from experience changing combinations of workers on a regular basis helped decrease the boredom of a job that was, to say the least, uninteresting.

It was 7:00 AM on Monday morning of Henry's third week on the job, and all the housekeepers were in the hallway, reading that week's posting. Henry stood on tiptoe, trying to see who his partner for the week would be. After the crowd had thinned a bit, he was able to move closer to the bulletin board. He found his name, and saw he was paired up with someone named Chris Baxter. He didn't recognize the name, and wondered if "Chris" was a man or a woman. In either case, he hoped whoever "Chris" was would be more interesting than the housekeepers he'd been paired with during the preceding two weeks.
"Do you know who Chris Baxter is?" he asked an older man he knew had worked at State for years.
"Sure do", the man answered. "That's her down at the end of the hall. The stocky one with short dark hair."
Henry looked down the hall. There was a group of four women, talking and drinking coffee. Only one had short, dark hair. "You mean the one with the blue T-shirt and white shorts?" Henry asked.
"Yep", the man answered. "That's her."

Henry walked towards the group of four. They turned toward him as he approached. "I'm Henry", he said, offering his hand. "Are you Chris?"
"Yeah, I am", she answered, returning his handshake. "You ready to get to work?"
"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess."
"OK then, follow me to the supply room", she said, turning away and striding down the hall. Her calves were the biggest he'd ever seen in his life. And they weren't just big…they were solid. When she walked, she bounced up on her toes, making the muscles stand out in sharp relief with every step she took.
Henry felt his heart begin to pound. He loved big calves on a woman. He always had. He considered himself a connoisseur of calves, and had studied their muscular anatomy. He knew the names of all the muscles, and had a sketchbook full of drawings he'd made of calves in every position. He liked to draw hugely exaggerated ones, bulging beyond human limitations. He often got so turned on as he drew he masturbated before he finished his drawing.

As he followed Chris down the hall, Henry began to fantasize about drawing her monstrous calves after he got off work, and got a hardon. She stopped suddenly in front of the door to the supply room. Henry was so captivated by the sight of her bouncing, flexing calves he didn't notice she had stopped until it was too late. He ran into her, hardon first.
"Easy, big boy!" Chris said, looking down at Henry's crotch. She smiled. It was obvious she'd felt Henry's stiff dick make contact with her backside.
"Sorry, Chris. I wasn't watching where I was going," he apologized.
"Don't worry about it", she said, still smiling. "C'mon in, let's get our supplies." She led him into the supply room and gestured to a chair. "Have a seat, Henry; I'll just be a minute." She took cleaning items from the shelves. That gave Henry another opportunity to look at her calves. His hardon came back as he watched her calf muscles contract as she rose up on tiptoes to get supplies from the highest shelves. Her burgeoning gastrocs made her ankles look small by comparison. He had never seen such clear separation of the medial and lateral heads of the gastrocnemius. Henry thought he was going to come just watching her. "OK, big boy, I think I've got everything we need", she said.
Henry stood up and immediately put his hands in his pockets to straighten out his hardon so she wouldn't see it. She glanced at the quick movements under his soccer shorts, looked up at him and smiled.

They loaded up their supplies in one of the University pickups that was parked in front of the loading dock. Chris took the wheel. As she pulled away, she said, "We've gotta clean all the rooms on the 7th floor of Smith Hall, big boy." There was a little teasing tone in her voice. "There's no elevator, so we'll have to carry this stuff up seven flights of stairs. You think you're man enough for the job? These supplies can get pretty heavy." She was mocking him, but he wasn't at all put off…in fact, he liked it.
"Yeah, I'm man enough, Chris", he said. Henry pushed up the sleeve of his T-shirt and flexed his biceps. "Nineteen inches", he said proudly. Chris stared wide-eyed at his muscle. She reached over and felt it with more than a little interest.
"Verrry nice, big boy." Henry got another hardon.

When they got to the dorm, Chris pulled up to the front door and turned off the motor. "Let's get the stuff out of the truck and start carryin' it up the stairs." They got their supplies, unlocked the front door of the dorm and went in. "The stairs are over here", Chris said.
"Ladies first."
Henry wanted her to take the lead. Watching muscular calves going upstairs was one of his favorite things, and he wanted her in front of him so he could get an eyeful of bulging muscle. He deliberately lagged four or five stairs behind her so her calves would be at eye level.
Henry thought he'd died and gone to Heaven. He was hypnotized by the rhythmic flexing of her calves as she climbed the stairs-first one huge gastroc bunching up, extending her foot, then the other. By the time they reached the fifth floor, her calves were pumped. The muscles looked as if they were about to burst through her skin. And Henry's dick, already hardened several times that morning, threatened to burst through the front of his shorts. By the time they reached the landing between the sixth and seventh floor, his desire had overtaken him. "Chris", he said. "Your calves are fantastic!"

She stopped and put down her supplies, breathless from the climb. "You like them?" she said incredulously. "Most people think they make me look like a freak. I've always hated 'em myself. Hell, I can't even wear jeans, they're so damned big! I measured 'em once with a tape, and they're 23 inches around. I know I'm kinda stocky-I'm five foot five and a hundred and seventy-five pounds-but they're out of proportion to the rest of me even so."
"Chris, you may be right about all you've said. And I think I can understand how you feel. But, in my book, big calves are a real turn-on. Hasn't any other man said he liked them?" Henry was a little out of breath himself, but it wasn't from the climb.
"Hell, no! Most men make fun of 'em. They say I shoulda been a runnin' back! I laugh, but inside it hurts. I know I'm not pretty, but I'm a nice person. I'd be a good girlfriend for somebody, but I never even get asked out. Once a man sees my legs, he seems to lose interest. I'm forty-five years old, and I can count on two hands the number of times I've been out with a man-and half of them were blind dates at that. And none of 'em called for a second date. I don't know how a good-lookin' stud like you could think these gams of mine were a turn-on, Henry. I know you're on the soccer team, I bet you got sorority chicks chasin' you all around campus. Chris brushed her hair off her forehead. "So what's the deal, big boy?"
"Well, you're right about the sorority girls. But the thing is, they're all kind of, well, stick-like-you know, so 'delicate.' Perfect hair, perfect teeth, perky breasts, and slender legs…no muscle. Most guys like that kind of girl, but not me. Muscular legs have always turned me on, and when I saw yours, I couldn't believe it! It was like a dream come true-to be able to work with my fantasy woman for a week. I couldn't believe my luck. As a matter of fact, you wouldn't believe the hardon I've got right now just talking to you about your calves."
Chris laughed. "I can see it under your shorts!" Then her expression became serious. "What do you want to do, big boy? I'll do anything you want. We're the only two in the building. We can do anything…anything at all."

Henry's heart was pounding. His ultimate fantasy was about to be realized. "I'd like to feel your calves, Chris. Get up on the third step and rise up on your toes as far as you can."
She stepped up, held the banister, and stood up high on her toes. Her calves, still pumped from the climb, contracted into four teardrop-shaped masses of muscle. Henry knelt on the first step and put his hands on her rock-hard legs. He squeezed them as hard as he could, but there was no give. He traced the lines separating the medial and lateral heads, and ran his fingers down her sharply defined soleus to her ankle and back up again. "Go up and down on your toes, Chris", he whispered. When she did, Henry put both hands on one of her massive gastrocs. He could feel the muscle move under her skin. And at the top of her extension, her calf was as hard as iron.
"Is this good for you?" Chris asked, still pumping up and down.
"Its fantastic", he managed, breathless with pleasure.
Chris suddenly turned around and sat down on the third step. "OK, my turn. Stand up, big boy. I want to see the real you", she said softly. Henry rose to his feet, lightheaded. He held on to the banister. Chris put her thumbs in the waistband of Henry's shorts and pulled them down to his knees. He wasn't wearing underwear. His dick stuck out like a broomstick.
"Oh, Henry!" she exclaimed, running her fingers along its length. "You really are a BIG boy!"
Just before she took him in her mouth, she looked up at him and said, "I have the feeling this is going to be a very good week."

THE END

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