I graduated college with a degree in journalism and mass communication, so when I was offered a position at an affiliate television studio in Seattle, and began earning a steady, decent wage, it was natural for me to begin collecting an array of video equipment. Although I had no real solid plans, the idea of running my own video production studio was rather appealing to me. I enjoyed the work and applied vast amounts of effort and time to the job. As my responsibilities grew, so did my income and consequently my video equipment collection as well. In a couple years time, I could afford to move to a larger apartment the that was quickly becoming a necessity to accommodate my growing collection of tapes, CDs, DVDs and equipment.
As the apartment was closer to the downtown studio where I worked, I found I was working longer and longer hours and finding less time to work on my own projects, visit the health club, and do the house-keeping, let alone date on a regular basis. I had gone out a couple of times with women I had met in the clubs around Pioneer square, but nothing worthwhile really developed. I decided I needed to make a fundamental change to my lifestyle so as not to become a lonely, bitter, workaholic by the time I was 30. As I was still in a position where I had to prove myself at work, I couldn't really cut back on the 50 to 60 hours a week I was putting in there save to get permission to take some of the smaller video projects home and where I could work on them with my own equipment on my own timetable. This generated a few extra hours of free time, but not enough to satisfy me, so I decided to hire a housekeeper to come in twice a week and maintain the livability of my abode.
I hadn't the slightest clue what to look for when hiring a housekeeper, so conducting interviews was really more of an embarrassment to me than a challenge to the prospective house keeper. I handled the first couple of interviews rather clumsily, and I think it became pretty obvious to the prospects that my only major concern was that they wouldn't rob me blind. I wasn't overly thrilled with the first two candidates, both of them being pretty patronizing and seemingly harboring resentment that a person in his mid-twenties would be making enough money to afford both a rather upscale apartment and a housekeeper. I tired of the process quickly, I had already mentally decided that I would hire the 3rd candidate as long as they knew which end of vacuum to hold, and didn't show any overt kleptomania tendencies. I needn't have worried.
Precisely at 11:00 A.M. as agreed, the door buzzer went off, and Doris announced her self over the intercom. I gave her the apartment number and opened the door slightly while then went back to the video I was working on while waiting for her to make the journey to the 11th floor of the building. A knock interrupted me and I ushered Doris into the apartment. She appeared to be in her mid-fifties with generous thatches of gray mixed into her sandy blonde hair. She stood around 5' 4" with ample breasts and while she wasn't exactly trim, she couldn't be described as fat either. Her blue eyes sparkled while she talked and was nearly always smiling when she wasn't answering my set of pre-determined questions. The interview suddenly began taking a different turn when Doris began asking me questions. It was a pleasant turn, and she listened intently to my answers. Her face showed an expression of concern when she realized that this was not case of looking after someone who couldn't take care of themselves, but rather helping someone in the betterment of their lifestyle. It wasn't need to explain myself to Doris, but she posed the questions with such sincerity that it was clear that the relationship had already taken much more of a personal level than I had achieved with any of the other women I had interviewed. I wondered briefly afterwards whether I had been manipulated, but received a resounding "No." from my conscience.
After about 40 minutes of this conversation, I offered Doris the position, and she readily accepted. As I walked her around the apartment she asked multiple questions regarding my equipment and my extensive video collection. Attempting not to sound short or rude, I made clear to her the sensitivity of the equipment but also told her to fell free to borrow any of the video collection that interested her. We established her schedule would be on Tuesdays and Fridays, I gave her a key to the apartment, and then accompanied her to the lobby to ensure that the doorman was aware who she was. We shook hands in the lobby, and my eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her full but well-shaped ass as she walked quickly from the building. While I didn't harbor any sexual attraction to Doris, the view did bring to mind my now extended dating possibilities and the prospect of more regular sex.
Over the next few months, I rarely saw Doris, but the benefits of her services had a profound impact on my social life. The apartment was always immaculate on the days she came, and she even went out of her way to take care of things which were not part of our arrangement. I noticed that she had cleaned out my refrigerator on one occasion and had re-arranged the clothes in my closet in a more organized manner on another. I no longer worried about the condition of my apartment and didn't hesitate to ask my more frequent dates up to my apartment with great success on more than one occasion. The time I spent at work was more productive, as I could take care of more personal matters in my off time. I always put a little more in her check, but during our infrequent conversations, I always sensed that money wasn't the reason she made the extra efforts. The conversations were always warm and friendly, and she always asked if I had been making any inroads in my social life. I was convinced that she was taking on a more matronly approach to our relationship and that any social success I might gain with the ladies would partly be attributed to her efforts.
About 3 months after Doris started working for me, I began a project that while not being overly complex, was rather tedious. After a couple of days I found that I wasn't really making very good progress on it at the studio and got approval from the station manager to work from home for a few days as I had the necessary equipment there. The following Tuesday morning I sat in my bathrobe working on the project when I heard a key in the lock and realized that it Doris' day to clean.
Doris entered the apartment walking backwards as she was pulling a small cart with cleaning supplies and when I moved quickly to hold the door for her, she jumped with surprise
"Oh!, My goodness, Peter, you startled me. I didn't expect you to be here."
Her eyes quickly glanced up and down me in my bathrobe then she looked furtively around the apartment. "Is this a bad time?" she asked, "Should I come Back later?"
"No, this is fine" I replied, 'I just doing a little work from home this week, to many distractions at the office."
"Well alright, if you're sure I won't be too noisy."
"Not at all Doris, I'm going to take a quick shower so you don't have to see me walk around in my bathrobe all morning."
She gave a dismissive laugh and a wave of her hand.
"You, go ahead, I'll start in the kitchen."
When I finished my shower a few minutes later, I wrapped a towel around my waist and filled the sink with water to shave. The bathroom was still full of steam, and the fan wasn't doing much take it out, so I opened the bathroom door and fanned it a few times then left it open a crack so the mirror would defog faster. As I shaved, I felt the towel slipping from my waist but since I was almost finished and rather than risking a nick or cut, I let it fall while I finished. I rinsed my face, then grabbed a hand towel to dry it. I held it over my face for a few seconds, then turned to find the clean boxer I had brought into the bathroom. As I pulled my pants on I heard movement in the bedroom and realized that Doris must have already started in there. I saw her walk past the partially open, door, and I wondered how long she had been in the room. I had work to do though, and I quickly dismissed any concern from my mind.
I returned to my work in the living room, as Doris went about her business. After about an hour and a half, Doris interrupted me asking if it would be alright for her to vacuum now.
"Sure," I replied, "I need to take a little break anyway, my eyes are getting a little bleary."
"I'll make it quick so you can get back to work." She said as she turned on the vacuum
I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of water then leaned against a wall sipping it as I watched her. She was dressed in Jeans that molded to her well-rounded ass, and a loose fitting T-shirt that she wore un-tucked and her ample boobs held away from her waist. I idly marveled out how she was in remarkably good shape for her age, and after a few minutes of watching her boobs jiggle and bounced as she expertly wielded the vacuum back and forth to my surprise had my dick beginning to swell...
Doris switched the vacuum off snapping me out of my trance, and I quickly turned around under the pretense of discarding the water bottle to conceal from her any evidence of the growing bulge in my pants.
"I'm just about done here," She called from the living room, "and then I'll be out of your hair."
"Take your time," I replied, "It's kind of nice having company."
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