We had celebrated our fiftieth wedding anniversary and been retired about five years when my wife Betty became ill. This unexpected and unfortunate event disrupted all our plans and activities. My poor housekeeping skills and the need to care for Betty necessitated that we hire a housekeeper to clean and keep the house organized.
Donna was recommended by a friend. We hired her to come once a week and give our home a sense of order. Donna was thirty-something, married and had one child. A blond with a slight build, I wondered how she could lift and carry all her cleaning equipment.
Donna did a wonderful job of keeping the house clean and orderly, even after I had a week of messing things up. She is a sweet girl (I can call her a girl because she is young enough to be my daughter or even granddaughter.) After she completed her chores she would put her equipment away and return to spend time with my housebound wife, on her own time. They chatted for an hour or so while I stayed busy in the yard or my workshop.
Donna always had a smile and kind word for me. On many occasions she expressed her sorrow about our situation. At the end of each visit she would pat my arm and ask if there was anything else she could do. I always said no and thanked her.
This arrangement continued for ten months or so until Betty passed away. Her loss was and continues to be painful. After the funeral, I felt the need to get away. I traveled out of town, visiting various friends and family members.
Upon my return, six months later, I contacted Donna to see if she would be willing to resume her cleaning and housekeeping role. She was available and we agreed on an every two week schedule.
Donna arrived with a smile and all her cleaning paraphernalia. The weather had turned warm boarding on hot so Donna was wearing a pair of rather tight shorts and a tank top. I noted no bra. I didn't want to stare but I couldn't help but notice the nipples of perky breast poking against the cotton material. Greeting her, I excused myself and headed for my workshop as she began her chores.
Several times Donna came to my workshop to ask if I wanted one thing or another done differently. She smiled as she turned away, giving me a good look at her tight little ass. I knew I shouldn't be thinking what I was but she was having such an effect on me. I kept rubbing my erection.
An hour or so later Donna came to tell me she was finished. As she gathered her equipment, with a smile she asked,
"Is there anything else I can do for you Bob?"
"Well what else do you think needs to be done?" I blurted out.
Donna had been perspiring as she worked, causing her tank top to cling to her body. Her erect nipples and the darkness of her areolas were showing through.
"I don't know, I know this is a rough time for you and .... You seem so tense. You know I give massages..... do you think you would like that? ...... It would relax you some."
I nodded yes, immediately have second thoughts. With my response Donna grabbed her supplies and headed out the door.
"Let me put these in my car.... I'll be right back."
She returned with a rolled up pad and several bottles of oils. I watched as this petite blond rolled out the mat on the living room floor.
Kneeling next to the pad she patted it and said,
"Lay down here, let my fingers release your tension.... You better take off your shirt or it will get all oily."
I pulled my shirt over my head and lay on my stomach. Donna poured the warm liquid down the middle of my back, rubbing it across my shoulders and down my back. I felt her rise from kneeling beside me to straddling my hips.
"My ... Bob.... You're big guy I need to get on top of you if I'm going to reach your whole body."
Donna rubbed, kneaded and stroked, massaging my back. It felt so good. As she extended her fingers to my neck, I felt her body press against mine her hard nipples pressed into my back. What was I doing? How did I let this get out of hand?
