Trying my hand at the tried and true storyline of a relationship between a man and his maid.. But with a twist with no actual sex between them. Hope you like it. Comments are welcome.
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I had just come out of a toxic marriage. The biggest upside was that I was free of a mortgage on the house we had that had hung like an anvil from my shoulders, and I now had a boat load of money in the bank to do whatever I wanted with it. Downside was that she got custody of our twin daughters, not that they needed custody, what with them being over eighteen now.
First, a little bit about myself. I am of Indian origin, having come to the US in the mid-eighties for my higher studies. Like most of the Indian guys like me at that time and in that situation, I was a virgin and desperate for female companionship. I fell in love with the first Indian girl that smiled at me and looked like she would be a good match, got married to her, put career before family and had kids late, fell into a rut during my late-forties and early fifties and finally cut the cord.
I decided to invest in a condo in a 55+ active adult community. It was a sea change for me. I went from being the oldest dad on the girl's soccer field to the youngest member in an adult community. Most of the people I met there were sixty-plus and wouldn't believe me when I said I was fifty-five. I was fit as a fiddle and definitely looked years younger than my age, thanks to years of Yoga, sports and a strict fitness and diet regimen. I still had a good head of black hair, a strong build, good posture and very few wrinkles on my face to give away my age.
I confess I had my eyes on a few ladies, married and single, in the community. I wanted sex. I had never had a regular woman other than my wife. I did have a few (okay, many) encounters in massage parlors in places where my job took me - Hong Kong, Tokyo, Manila, Abu Dhabi, Budapest - to name a few. I paid for blowjobs, handjobs and sex - so what? But this was different. These were ladies in and around where I lived and I was hesitant (maybe afraid?) to get into a sexual relationship there.
Within a couple of months, I had the opportunity to bring two ladies separately (one married, one single) to my condo and fucked each of them once, but I did not get the satisfaction from these encounters, and on top of it, I did not receive any response from them. Maybe they hadn't seen an uncircumcised black dick in their life before. Or it may have my approach and mentality about sex. I had a anal-sex fetish and may have rushed into things.
One thing I was not good at was housekeeping. I was not a good cook, and very bad at cleaning. I really needed a maid. But the ones circulating the apartments in the development were either all booked or had something about them that did not click in my mind. But then I realized that it was not a maid I wanted. I actually wanted a valet - someone who would take care of my life's business. Someone like a wife but without the baggage.
As luck would have it, I found a card in my mailbox of a lady by name of Alicia who advertised services that were 'more than just a maid'. I decided to take a look and called her for an interview. We clicked immediately. We both had a lot of questions for each other and it seemed like we had satisfactory answers for every one of them. She was of South American descent - no surprises there. She was a divorcee like me, but was a grandmother. Again, no surprises there either. But she was not like the typical Spanish maid. She was of a good height, had a great figure, a fit and toned body, long beautiful, raven-black hair and high cheekbones, and when we spoke to me she looked directly into my eyes, full of confidence, and made me feel like I was the only thing she was interested in at that moment.
The final thing that helped me decide was her saying, "Sir, you have a great smile!" And my muddled response to this was a shameless, sheepish giggle and, "You have the greenest of green eyes and the greatest set of eyebrows I have ever seen on a woman!" I don't know where and how I had the courage to say this to her. I wanted to engage her immediately. I did the necessary background checks and the recommendations from previous employers and hired her. She was actually 45 years old, divorced, had a 25 year old daughter named Alexa who was also divorced and a granddaughter called Serena.
Alicia took over my household. She was already in my house ready with breakfast when I awoke and left only after I had my dinner. She took care of the mundane stuff - bills and mail, laundry and shopping, cleaning the cars, filling gas and the like. She even agreed to drive me around town when I needed to. I had nothing to worry about. I made sure I compensated her well enough that I'd be her only client. She stayed home during the day and worked on an online degree using her own laptop. I still had a full time job and was out of the house during the week day so rarely saw her for very long. But I missed her during the weekend and holidays.
Since I am telling my life story, I should add a few more details here. I watch a lot of porn. Maybe a lot more than I should. I am not addicted. I can go months without watching if I wanted to. I have a panty fetish and anal sex fetish, but restricted only to watching videos and browsing web sites related to these. I masturbate regularly fantasizing about the girls and women I've seen. Call me paranoid, but as I am in the IT business, I know how to hide my tracks on the web. I have the necessary hardware and software on my network devices to thwart intruders, malware, ransomware etc. I also have cameras strategically placed throughout my home, just for kicks. I think I am safe. The reason why I am telling you this will be clear shortly.
I happened to take a day off to attend to some legal issues. It was odd to be at home when Alicia was also there. I had a chance to notice her while she was unaware of it. She wore form fitting capris that went down to her calves. I realized just then that she had a great figure. Her polo shirt followed her curves. Slim waist, expanding to wide hips. She had a fabulous ass on her, and her butt cheeks were cupped alluringly. I could clearly make out her panty line - another of my fetishes. When she reached up on her tippy toes to get to something her Polo-shirt rose and exposed her flat belly. When she squatted or crouched, her capris slipped down her ass and almost all of her panty was visible, and so was her pale white lower back. From the side, her breasts looked small and taut, but from the front her tits were completely full and cupped and lifted by her bra. Her hair was long and curly and came down up to the small of her back. She did not look at all like she was fifty years old. I walked around the house making calls on my cell phone, but ogling and eyeing her from all angles, seeing her reflection in the mirrors and windows in my house. I found it very hard to tear my eyes away from her flat belly, her plump crotch, her ass. I could smell her perfume as I got close to her. I was getting aroused.
Alicia took a break from her chores to sit and work on her studies. I decided to go out for lunch just to clear my head but the pervert that I am, I could not get Alicia's images out of my head. Her swaying ass cheeks, visible panty line, crotch with a hint of camel toe, tight thighs and calves, her cleavage and tits played in my mind as I ate lunch. And then I went to meet my accountant.
When I came back later in the evening Alicia was waiting for me with dinner. I was in a good mood and I asked her to sit down and have dinner with me. I opened a bottle of wine, and she took a little, saying she had to drive back home. She smiled sweetly at me when she left.
I kept thinking about her throughout the evening and fantasized about fucking her in the ass.
