When I was 18 years old I was living the kind of life one leads right after they graduate from high school.
I had a part-time job during that Summer in which I mowed the lawn of this old woman who lived in a two-story house with her maid who was in her 40's and reminded me of the singer Tina Turner.
One day on a Friday I went over to the house to pick up my check from Eloise who not only was the old woman's maid but handled her finances.
"Could you clean out the garage, baby?" Eloise said when I entered the kitchen and found her sitting at the table cooking lunch for the old woman.
"I don't think I have enough time today, Eloise," I told her as I couldn't help but check out what she was wearing that afternoon. Not her regular maid outfit but a white dress which was low-cut and revealed her long, smooth brown legs.
"Could you please. I'd really appreciate it," Eloise said again as she approached where I was standing in the kitchen and looked at me with those soulful brown eyes.
"Well, okay," I told her as she flashed me a smile after I said yes. She then lead me out to the garage which as it turn out was not as dirty and disorganized as I had imagine.
"This shouldn't take me anytime at all," I told Eloise who once I open the garage door sat down on a stool. Giving me a view of her lovely breasts. Breasts which were D-cups.
"Well, good," Eloise replied as she got up and walked out of the garage. As she entered the house she looked over her shoulder and when she did she saw that I was staring at her with lust. When she realize what was on my mind she flashed me a devilish smile. Needless to say I was embarrassed.
Forty-five minutes later I was putting old books on a shelf when I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turn around I saw Eloise standing before me with a wet towel in her hands as well as a can of soda.
"I thought you might like to take a break," she said with that playful smile still on her face.
"Good idea," I told Eloise as I sat down in the old recliner which was in the garage. As I did Eloise handed me the can of coke and as I open it she went behind the recliner and started massaging my shoulders with the wet cloth in her hands. The wet cloth which was soaked with hot water that trickled down my shoulders and chest. Getting my T-shirt wet but not to the point that it mattered.
"Does this feel good, baby?" the black woman asked as her soft hands gently rubbed my shoulder blades then the back of my neck. Making me smile as I couldn't help but moan out loud and tell Eloise that I wanted her to continue what she was doing.
"Anything you want, baby," Eloise whispered into my ear as she moved her hands down from my neck to my chest.