John, my husband of twenty years, pulled his head out of the newspaper one morning at breakfast and out of the blue said, "I think you should hire a maid for you-personal attendant, so to speak."
It was one of the few times a month he was home for breakfast and one of the even fewer times he actually started a conversation with me. I held my toast in mid-air completely taken off guard by his comment.
"Why would I want to do that?" I asked. "We have plenty of kitchen staff, gardeners, cleaning staff-why would I want a personal attendant?" The whole concept seemed quite pretentious to me.
I had married John when I was 19 and he was 24. He'd taken out big student loans and sought every grant and scholarship to get his law degree. He worked hard to establish himself in the corporate community while we both worked full time-John as much as 80 hours a week at times-to pay off his student loans. Soon he was known as THE attorney to handle the buying and selling of big corporations. He'd insisted long ago that I didn't work because he could afford to 'provide for our finances' so I spent a lot of time volunteering to keep myself occupied. We went from a moderate house to one to what I can only describe as a 20 room mansion with 10 acres of manicured grounds and gardens. I could understand his desire to maintain an image of wealth-many of the people he dealt with came from old money and he had a need to prove his worth. A prestigious home with plenty of 'servants' was his way of showing his 'new money' was just as good as their 'old money."
I was only 39 and had kept myself in good shape, working out and swimming in our pool was a good way to occupy my time when John was away so much. I recognized the 'looks' I was given by other men over many corporate social gatherings I attended and hosted with John. My thick blonde hair worn just past my shoulders and green eyes as well as my toned body seemed to appeal to the men, but I'd never given them a second thought. I still loved John but he was gone so much of the time, my best friend had become BOB (Battery Operated Boyfriend.) As long as I kept the batteries fresh, I had sex.
"Well," said John from behind the newspaper, "I know I'm gone most of the time and it's not like you can befriend the cook or cleaning maid. I was thinking it would be nice if you had a companion, attendant, whatever who would help you manage your schedule for volunteering, help select and attend to your clothing for social events.....and someone you can converse with as a 'friend' while I'm away."
"I only want you to hire a woman," he winked. "I don't want some man stealing my babe when I can't be here."
Over the next few weeks, I found myself mulling the idea over and over. It would be nice to have someone help shield the demands of all the organizations seeking my free help... a third party to say, "no, I'm sorry. Michelle is scheduled elsewhere at that time. Let me take your name and number and if an opening comes up, we'll get back to you."
And someone I could have a decent conversation with.
I placed an ad in the paper and on-line through the local work force and began interviewing. I had a number of women older than I interview who thought they should be my mentor or substitute mother; had a number of young ladies fresh from high school that expected to be my nanny........I was really to give up when I interviewed Alexis.
Alexis was 32-a few years younger than me-with a bright and spontaneous sense of humor. She was divorced with no children and had worked as an LPN and was now pursuing her RN degree. We both loved to read and easily found conversation discussing favorite authors: James Patterson, Patricia Cornwell, and Janet Evanovich. She was also a beautiful young woman with long light brown hair and piercing blue eyes. By the end of the interview, I knew we clicked as companions-we were able to have a fresh, lively conversation and felt comfortable in each other's company.
"Only one thing I need to add as far as the job requirements" I said to Alexis. "My husband insists on a uniform when we aren't in public or swimming. Would that offend you?"
"Not at all," she smiled. "Might even fulfill my favorite fantasy."
I think I blushed a little.
"It's a pretty 'non-descript uniform and nothing that would be the basis of any fantasy, but I know the thought of a uniform can make someone feel subordinate and I don't view this position as my subordinate- more as an extension of myself -a companion, so to speak."
Alexis threw her head back and laughed out loud. She patted my hand and said, "I was just funning with you, Michelle.
"Sometimes I forget that you have to know me a little to understand my warped sense of humor. The image of a 'uniform' conjured up the thought of running around here in a little French maid's outfit-and me stuffed in THAT uniform is just plain funny."
She was a very attractive lady but the thought of her in a skimpy French maid's uniform WAS completely out of character for her.
At that point I knew she would be completely right for the job.
"When can you start?" I asked.
"Next Monday?" she replied.
"That would be wonderful!" I replied as I stood and took her hand. She patted my hand and I felt an unusual twinge as she touched my hand and looked straight into my eyes.
The next Monday she reported to work and I introduced her to the staff.
As the days passed and she became a familiar sight around our home, I found that Alexis was the perfect fit to the household, being very personable to the kitchen staff, cleaning staff, and chauffeur-she was also very comfortable in her conversations with me; she was quite intelligent and witty and was able to give a well thought out opinion on politics, literature, and about any subject we chose to discuss.
John insisted on a uniform but I chose one that set her slightly apart from the other staff. I selected a basic black shift, button down with a collar instead of the black and white dresses of the kitchen and cleaning staff. For being such a blasΓ©
uniform, she actually looked very attractive in it.
When we attended non-profit affairs together, she dressed professionally and when we swam together in the private pool, her suit was of her own choice-a two piece that showed the swell of her large breasts and her rounded butt cheeks. The more I got to know her, I saw what an attractive woman she was; with long golden brown hair and piercing blue eyes, full lips and a nice body. I found myself glimpsing the hint of cleavage her buttons exposed and actually found myself checking out her tight ass.
She WAS a very sexually appealing woman and at times, my mind drifted......Sometimes when Bob was being my best friend and vibrating in and out of my cunt or gliding over my clit, I found my mind wandering to the image of Alexis's breasts might look like or the image of her dress riding up to show me her ass...
After our daily swim, Alexis would change into her uniform in one cabana as I threw off my swimsuit in another cabana and donned only my black satin robe before I retired to my salon.
My salon was just off my bedroom-adjoined to another-mostly vacant room John would sleep in on the few occasions he was home. My salon was my escape........mirrors on three sides with a 'hair salon' chair in the middle of the room. I'd slide in the chair and relax as Alexis would brush my wet hair as it dried and we'd talk about what was on my schedule.
She would bend over my shoulder as she brushed my hair and I could see how her breasts strained against her uniform in the side mirror. More and more I found myself thinking about how it would be to unbutton her uniform and run my hands around her boobs, maybe circle her nipples with my fingers, maybe even reach my lips in to suck them.,,,
Alexis never gave an indication she was anything other than "professional" while brushing my hair or giving me a manicure or pedicure.
One day when my schedule was open, I decided to have a couple of drinks while swimming. I was free for the day and evening and asked the kitchen maid to bring a couple of shot glasses, salt, lime slices, and a bottle of Jose Cuevero gold.
"Here's the deal," I said to Alexis. "We swim three laps and drink a shot of tequila. We swim another three laps and have another shot and so on. I don't expect we'll get past 9 or 12 laps, but we don't have anything scheduled for the rest of the day or evening so let's just make it a fun day."
Alexis giggled and said, "On it! GO!" and she plunged to start her first lap. I finished my third lap as she was pouring the tequila into the shot glasses. We each licked our hand and doused it in salt.
"Ready?" I asked.
We licked the salt, downed the shot and bit into a lime slice.
"Man, that's potent," she said. "Are you ready to go again?"
I didn't answer but pushed off to my next lap- and finished the next three laps first to pour the next shot as Alexis swam to the pool edge. We licked the salt, swallowed the shot, and bit into the next lime slice.
"I'm getting a bit confused," Alexis giggled. "Are we supposed to suck the lime first and then lick the salt after the shot? Or the other way around?"
"I'm not real sure of the order anymore," I replied. "Doesn't matter. Let's see who gets to pour the next shot." And I pushed off to swim the next three laps. Alexis finished close behind me and I was pouring the shots when she reached the side of the pool.
"There's only one lime slice left," she noted.
"No problem, we'll drink the shot and share," I replied. We both swallowed the shot and I bit on half of the lime slice and offered the other half to her. Alexis bit the other half and I realized our lips were less than a half inch apart....I was startled by the realization that I actually thought about closing the gap and kissing her. She sucked on the lime as her eyes kept contact with mine and I thought she might come a little closer to my lips....