I want to share with you something that happened over the Christmas holidays. You need to listen closely to every detail.
In October, a new family moved into my co-op. I conducted the Zoom interview to vet them. There was an older gentleman across the courtyard in a two-bedroom third floor suite who was overhoused, so he was relocated to the second floor and they got his place.
It's a Croatian-American family by the name of Vukovic who previously lived in San Francisco. The husband, Josip, worked as a communications coordinator on Howard Dean's 2004 campaign for the Democratic nomination and now runs a PR firm specializing in progressive issues. His wife, Jill, has a Ph.D in marine biology from Stanford. They moved here for her new job as the senior curator of tropical collections at the RTS Tech University Aquarium.
Their daughter Sasha is 20 and is taking third-year biochemistry at RTS Tech. (Apparently she was able to transfer her credits from San Francisco State.) Sasha wasn't really on the Zoom call. I just saw her walking past a few times in the background. But she must have been paying attention.
I ran into Sasha just before Halloween in the laundry room. She was on her way out with a big hamper full of sheets and pillowcases, but she gave me a big smile, greeted me by name, put down her hamper, and shook my hand with both hands: "It is so lovely to meet you and thank you for everything!"
Really a bright young spirit. I think she gets the two-hand handshake from her dad, because he did the same thing when we crossed paths during their move-in.
That day, I'd had a bit of a rough day at work with admin at work. But this brightened my day. A lot. As did a little time on the water before sunset.
After I put my wet canoeing stuff in the washing machine, I went straight back to my bedroom and reached for my Hitachi Magic Wand.
Sasha is gorgeous. She is exactly the kind of woman who turns me on. Do you remember Kate Rogal, who played the escort that Robin Weigert hires in Concussion? That's who she reminds me of. Tall, slender, long dark hair, very elegant. Younger than the actress, of course. But I don't have any problem with that at all.
As I slowly caressed and teased my nipples, running the Magic Wand over my breasts and stomach, I kept thinking about how Sasha's hands felt on mine. Cool yet warm, inexperienced yet knowing. How full her mouth looked, with just a hint of lip gloss.
She was wearing a tight little white mid-riff shirt and high-waisted jeans, nothing fancy, but she must have known the effect she has. And she made a point of touching me. Oh yes...
I pressed the wand against my mound, just tingling my swollen clit and soaked cunt, and came loudly.
About a week later, I saw an ad posted on the board by the elevator. "Cleaning Services Available, Reasonable Rates. Sasha 555-914-4127."
As it happened, I had been thinking of getting a maid to help out, since you know I'm not exactly a fusspot when it comes to these things, but did want the place looking nice for the holidays.
Sasha told me all about she'd lost her job as a server at a TGI Friday's that closed down unexpectedly after a fire on Halloween.
"Again, I can't thank you enough! Especially with exams coming and all the craziness, you know?" she said.
I tipped her a generous 30 percent. She impulsively gave me a big hug just before leaving via my patio.
Needless to say, I was fantasizing on a regular basis about Sasha now. Walking around my house with the curtains wide open, wondering if -- no, hoping, that -- she would see me from her place across the way.
Instead of once every two weeks, I decided to take advantage of Sasha's services twice a week. I even threw things on the floor and left the bathroom a mess so she'd have more to do. So I could enjoy feasting my eyes on her as she bent her lovely curves over for me. She has such a delectable moon-shaped ass.
I began to sexualize her visits more and more. The first time, I had Megan Thee Stallion blasting as she showed up to clean the kitchen. The second time, I left three pairs of panties -- on which I'd deliberately wiped my cunt juices -- in the living room for her to pick up. And smell.
The third time was very special.
Sasha was very chatty. As she finished up one Wednesday afternoon, told me about how in San Fran, she had taken her 42-year-old piano teacher to prom as her date -- with her parents' blessing.
"Honestly, the boys in my class were so dumb that I literally could not have done better. He took me for dinner beforehand at a jazz club where he used to play. He was such a gentleman that, um, well, I was not completely a lady at the end of the night!" She laughed uproariously.
"You had good biochemistry?" I said with a smile.
"Oh my God, you are too much!" Sasha said, shrieking with giggles.
I handed her the money, with an extra $20.