I recently moved into a small house in a dump of a town called Morview. The place was worn down and not many people lived there. The population had been reduced over the years due to lack of employment opportunities and basic necessities. My living conditions were temporary, I was an architect specially invited from India to design the plan for the upcoming condos my friend, Dave was going to build. Dave and I met 6 years ago at a party when he was in India; I was 22 at the time. We were introduced by a mutual friend, and we hit it off pretty quickly. We stayed in touch even after he left and shared almost everything, talking every day through Skype or chats. We had amazing chemistry, so we decided to date a few months later. Sadly, that didn't work out as we realized the chemistry we shared was only as friends and nothing more. We continued to be friends but our chats lessened over the time as we got busy with our careers; he went onto manage his family business, while I became an architect. We had discussed working together in the past but I didn't think it would actually happen. I was surprised when he had made the offer, especially because I wasn't well known in my field yet and I thought he would want someone more experienced and famous.
My name is Ella, I'm 28 and I've been single for as long as I can remember. I've had 3 boyfriends in the past but it didn't last, mainly because the sex wasn't that great. I couldn't understand what I was doing wrong. I wasn't that bad looking; I had long black hair that reached my waist, fair complexion, and dark brown eyes. My breast size is 34B which may not be much for some people but I think they are good enough. I wasted a lot of time obsessing over my looks and my lovemaking technique, but given up eventually, shifting my focus to my career.
This was a huge opportunity for me and I knew it was going to change a lot for me on a professional level. Little did I know, this project was going to affect my personal life too at a great length. I was surprised no one had started this project earlier, given how much profit it would make. The town consisted of a small grocery store, which was the only one, where you found your usual basic amenities. It also had a police station, two cafes, a library that no one visited, a learning center, small clinic and twenty-five to thirty houses, some of which now lay empty. The population was 50-60 people at the most, who farmed the lands.
I like living alone when I'm working, it helps me relax my mind and think of how I want a certain place to look like when I'm done with it. My crew helped me settle in the house as they took care of all the repairs and set up some furniture. They wondered why I would want to live in a small house away from everyone when I could have just lived in the huge abandoned house in the middle of the town, it would be very convenient for me. Unfortunately, I didn't work like that, so when they were done they all left asking me to let them know when the plans are ready.
The first day I decided to explore the whole place to get an idea of what I was going to work with. I was met with some angry glances by the senior citizens as I walked by, who weren't very happy about the changes being made to the town, the younger ones, on the other hand, were very excited. I went home as it began getting darker, I was really tired and wanted to take a shower, eat food and get to bed. I reached the house and found a small care package at the doorstep with a note that said 'welcome to the neighborhood'. I guessed it was from the house which was at a five minutes distance from my place. I made a mental note to thank them personally first thing in the morning.
I finished up my chores, hit the bed and immediately fell into a deep slumber. I woke up in the morning, had my coffee and as a token of gratitude, took a small statue of a swan I had carried from back home to give to the neighbors. I walked up and knocked the door which was opened by a gorgeous blonde in a French maid costume, the buttons could barely hold her top together and her hardened nipples were just waiting to pop out of the top, the bottom of the costume was so short, I could almost see her pussy. She wore high heels and had a duster in her hand. I couldn't hide my embarrassment because I had obviously disturbed the couple at the wrong time.
"I'm sorry," I said, trying hard to not look at those nipples, "I can just come back later."
"Oh no, don't be silly... I was just cleaning up, almost done with it, why don't you come in and have a seat. I know you are the architect woman. I really like women in top positions," she said, in the most seductive voice. I was just trying to hold it together.
I entered the place and we began talking, she asked me a few questions about my life and told a little about herself. Halfway through the conversation, I heard a noise and saw a man looking like a perverted grandpa walking down the stairs. I was shocked wondering what Layla, the girl, possibly saw in this old fart to have married him. My shock didn't last much longer as a few minutes later she explained to me that she was his live-in maid and had moved in just a month ago.
"He makes you wear that while cleaning?" I asked her surprised, when the man went to the kitchen. He barely said 4 words to me since he came down and I didn't care much for him.
