When I was in my mid twenties, I was working as a Property Manager for a company that handled ultra wealthy clients in a very wealthy area. Most of the houses I maintained were worth well in to the of millions. I enjoyed it a lot. The clients were all very nice people and never asked for much when they were in town. Mainly I would check on the places while they were away, which was most of the year. The rest of the time I had the run of the place and I would knock out the small items that I found or that they had left for me when they were away. It was a pretty easy job in very beautiful place, there wasn't much I could ask for.
We had recently picked up a new client. I was asked to head over with the owner of the company and meet with the new owner of the house as her property was going to added to my portfolio. I agreed and headed up there.
It was a little ways out of town, not too far but secluded and down along the river. A beautiful property. It was an older house, built in the 70's but since remodeled. I parked and walked up to the door. My boss, Harry, was already there. He was standing at the door, speaking with an older woman. I walked up and Harry introduced me.
"Mrs Travers. This is Alex. He will be the man that will be overseeing all of the need of this property while your here and away." Said Harry
"Nice to meet you Mrs Travers." I said as I offered my hand.
"Hello Alex. It's Miss Travers, but you can call me Mary." She said as she took my hand and shook it, lightly. "Harry has told me all about you. You seem to know a lot about what you do, it's impressive."
"Thank you! I love what I do and I feel that shows in how I do it." I said
"Glad to hear it! Now shall I show you around?"
"Yes, Thank you."
We proceeded into the house and she began to give us a tour. I looked over the house but also admired Mary when I could. She was older, I'd have guessed late fifties early sixties, but still good looking. She was tall, just short of 6 ft I guessed. She had shoulder length brown hair that curled just a little. She was wearing a pair of casual shorts that stopped mid thigh, a tee shirt from Florida and house shoes. Her large breasts made sure that you knew it said Florida on it. She had beautiful blue eyes that she had accentuated a little with eye liner and full red lips that glistened with what I would think to be lip gloss. Her skin was tanned and toned like she exercised but also spent time in the sun. She reminded me a lot of Lisa Ann, the porn star. She may have caught me looking at her a couple of times.
We walked through the house and we looked over the house. She told us about how her husband had passed and she had just bought this house for her and the kids. They were all older and had their own families but they had always wanted a house like this where they would come out and use it as a vacation home whenever they wanted it. There would be times that the kids and their families would come put but probably rarely. She would be the one to handle all the affairs though, she ran everything for her husband before he had passed.
I would ask questions about this or that and she would reply. She would alway seem to be looking at me when I would turn to ask about something. Her eyes held my gaze each time and there was a look in her eyes I couldn't place. It was one of concentration, understanding and a glint of desire. I brushed it off for the most part, as I had just met her and wasn't going to make assumptions.
We sat in the living room and talked particulars of our contract, what she expected, what we offered and how we would handle things if and when they arose. She told us she would be here for the next couple of months getting the house in order and moving some things in and around. She asked if I would be available to help her if the need arose. I told her I would and to call me when she needed anything.
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The next few weeks went by pretty uneventful. Mary called a couple of times asking for help here and there. I moved a bed around one day. Changed some lights out another, nothing out of the ordinary. Every time i went by she would meet me at the door. Her eyes would have that same glint in them, but she would show me what needed to be done the walk off and let me tackle it, coming by to check every once in a while. She seemed busy most of the time while I was there, on the phone, opening her own boxes, placing groceries, etc.
One day Mary texted me and asked if I would install a new dishwasher. I said I would and that I could be by later. She said that she was going out but I could come in and install it as the appliance guys had dropped it off. I got there an let myself in. I went in through the garage and sure enough her car was gone. I pulled my tools and went in to start working. I was mostly through the install when I heard the door open and Mary walk in.
"Hello! Alex?" She yelled from the garage door.
"Hello! I'm in the kitchen." I replied. I was half under the cabinet installing a water line when she walked in.
"Wow! you're almost done!" She exclaimed
"Yea, just finishing up the water line and then I'll have it put in place and can check it." I said.
I slid out from under the counter and my eyes must have gone wide. She was standing over me bare foot and wearing small, tight pink yoga shorts and a matching sports bra that seemed to barley hold her breasts in. She smiled at me and looked down at her self then back at me.
"I was just checking out the club in town. It's pretty nice facilities, have you been?" She asked with a slight chuckle.
"I have. I like it but I can't always find the time to go. I get a good workout in just working most of the time." I said.
"You do seem to be pretty busy. Are you finished?" She asked
"Not yet. I have a couple more things here then I'll have to test it."
"Ok. I have some things in the car to bring in. There are a couple of heavy items in there, could you bring them in and set them in the pantry when you're done here?"
"Yes, of course."
"Thank you! I won't keep you." She said and turned and walked out of the kitchen.
I couldn't help but watch. She was wearing an outfit that would have looked great on a woman half her age. Her sports bra seemed to lift and push her large breasts up and together showing plenty of cleavage. Her short yoga shorts stopped just below her butt and seemed to be struggling to hold it in. They accentuated her full and shapely ass and left little to the imagination. Her legs were toned and smooth, I wanted to reach out and touch them. I couldn't believe I was actually turned on by an older woman. I mentally kicked myself for being so obvious at looking at her just now, but I had to admit she was fine.
I went back to installing the dishwasher. Mary came in and dropped a couple of bags off then walked out again only to return with a couple more. She then began to put them away. She seemed to be doing this intentionally slow and I thought it was to keep an eye on what I was doing until I happened to glance over and see her placing something in a low drawer just to my right. She was leaning in just a way that she was giving me a full view of her cleavage. I looked a little too long then turned and pretended not to notice. Then she walked over to my left and placed something up on a high shelf, straining to grab something from a high shelf. She stood on her tippy toes, giving me a full view of her body. She pulled down what ever she had grabbed, then looked and bent down to pull something out of a low cabinet, bending over and offering me a fantastic view of her shapely backside. As she did her shorts seemed to strain at the effort of holding her ass in and even slid up just a little, letting just enough cheek to peak out and tease me. She grabbed a glass and turned to me.
"Don't forget those boxes please." She said
"I won't I'm just about done here. I'll get them shortly." I said.
"Ok. come find me before you leave." She said and strolled out of the room.
a few minutes later I wrapped up what I was doing, bringing the boxes in and setting them in the pantry then I turned and walked into the main room.
"Miss Travers!?" I yelled
"Hello Mary!?" I tried again
I walked down the hall and called again. No response. I could hear noise coming down one of the halls. I walked on and called again. Again no response. I followed the noise. It was seemingly coming from upstairs. I walked cautiously up the stairs listening to the noise, it sounded like running water but also someone talking or maybe a TV.
