The summer I turned 19 and finished my first year of undergrad at USC, I needed a summer job. It was mid-May and my friends and I hung out at my house which was fun but when you're that age, you need your freedom from your parents. My BFF Maggie told me that she saw on Facebook that a local doctor was looking for a live-in housekeeper for the summer. Dr. Thomas was very wealthy and owned a huge house outside of town. When I called and found out what he was paying, I accepted the job.
My dad was a little apprehensive but actually knew Dr. Thomas and also knew he had a solid reputation, so he gave me his blessing even though I really didn't need it. The day I arrived with my luggage, Dr. Thomas's wife Patrice, who was a black lady in her mid-60s, very classy, very pretty for her age, greeted me at the door and showed me my downstairs room, which was better than the one I had at home. Patrice was about 140 pounds, always had her nails and hair fixed while looking great.
Patrice showed me the house which had 8 bathrooms, an in ground pool, among other things. As she walked me through my duties, timetables, locations of supplies, and payment protocol, we just sat and chatted, When the subject turned to Dr. Thomas, she told me that he was 59 years old, they had been married 40 years, he was Chief Surgeon at the hospital for the last 15 years and was the longest standing black surgeon to be chief in the state. I was very impressed with the both of them. The Thomas's had a cook and a gardener, so I really didn't have a ton of chores as long as I kept things picked up, dusted, vacuumed, and looking nice.
When Dr. Thomas arrived at the house around 8pm, he entered in a bad mood as if he had a long day. Dinner was on the table and Patrice introduced him to me. He was cordial but seemed exhausted and irritated. Dr. Thomas was not a large man as he stood about 5'10 and weighed 160 pounds. His salt and pepper hair was mostly gray and he wore a thin, neatly shaved, also mostly gray, goatee. He looked like he was in very good shape, judging by his thin waist, and his covered frame inside his dress shirt and tie. From first sight of Dr. Thomas, I thought he was a handsome and distinguished looking older man.
Dr. Thomas's mood began to shift during dinner as we all talked. He seemed to gradually get more sociable and friendly. He was impressed that I was intending on going to Pharmacy School and kept giving me welcomed advice.
"Well young lady, there are many areas you can branch off into once you're out. I know some people in the field that can help you," insisted Dr. Thomas.
I was very thankful and excited when he added, "Also, call me by my first name, Ed."
I smiled and agreed to follow that instruction when I responded, "Ok, Ed it is. Now you can call me Brittni or Britt."
After dinner, I spent the evening texting my boyfriend Luke while watching television and playing on my laptop. I had met Luke while in biology and he even helped me study. We were semi-serious and having sex even though he wasn't the greatest lover. He could never give me orgasms but he was sweet and we had a lot in common.
I got up the next morning, cleaned and took care of my duties before laying out by the pool. The job sure had some perks. Patrice had a golf outing and I had a couple girlfriends come over for a swim while Luke worked. We laughed, tanned and had a great time. My girlfriends couldn't believe the house and kept commenting on how lucky I was.
That night after my shower, I was spreading lotion on my tan lines and painting my toes when Ed came down to my room and asked if I needed anything at the store. I gave him a few items when he offered to spread some of the lotion on my back and neck. As he squirted the lotion and began to rub, it was very soothing. Ed was a cardiac surgeon and those hands were just as precise on my torso.
"Thank you, Ed. That feels so nice. Now if you would excuse me, I need to get dressed," I giggled.
Ed laughed, "Oh ok. Are you sure you don't want me to stay and give you a physical?"
I was caught off guard a little when I responded nervously, "No that's ok. I'm sure your wife would not be happy."
The rest of the week seemed to be a similar scenario with me working in the morning, swimming in the afternoon while sometimes my friends visiting and sometimes it was Luke. That night, I was up late emailing people when I went to the kitchen for something to eat. I had the refrigerator door open and sandwich making food on the counter when a naked Ed walked inside the kitchen without any concern for concealment. I was stunned and even looked around like I was on a hidden camera show.
Of course the two things that stood out the most were that Ed's cock was freaking huge and hard as baseball bat. I have used this expression before but it was definitely appropriate on a guy who was not very big in stature, but the dick sticking out of this man looked like it was Photoshopped on him.
I snapped my hand up to cover my eyes and embarrassingly apologized, "I am so sorry. I shouldn't be out here. This is your house."
"No, no. Don't you worry about it. It's my fault. I'm just so frustrated and had to come out here and get something to eat. Don't be embarrassed. I'm not," was Ed's reassuring response.
I was curious with my hand still covering my eyes, "What do you mean...frustrated?"
Ed took me by my wrist and slowly led me to one of the guest rooms. He sat down on the loveseat beside me while gently taking my hand away from my eyes when he soothingly said, "It's ok. Don't be shy. You are a strong, independent young lady, and even though you have only been here a short time, I feel like we have this connection and I can trust you."
