I worked in a retirement community for over twenty years, started when I was thirty four years of age. Having always worked in the construction field seemingly forever before getting that job I got tired of being laid off seasonally. A change and some job stability was what I needed, along with health insurance, paid vacations and even a retirement plan. With my many work skills it only took a week to get a maintenance position in a fairly large retirement/nursing facility.
I had to commute about forty miles each way but i drove to all my previous jobs prior to getting this one, not a big deal. The community was also in a fairly big city, especially compared to where i lived. Hell, I think as many retirees lived in that community as my hometown had residents.
Going from construction to maintenance was a different way to use my skills i must say. Scheduled times to enter apartments or just working in an occupied residence was tough at first. Getting to know the population was fun though with all the history these people liked to share. One thing I noticed early on was that female retirees outnumbered male retirees about ten to one. Also, they accepted applicants age 50 and over or specific individuals with varying handicaps. The population was also quite diverse, white, black, asian, hispanics, etc. Couples were rare and usually resided in the " high rent" district as I referred to it. Singles kept to the smaller, easier lifestyle for retirement years.
This community had its fair share of activities, swimming pool, golf, billiards, walking trails, dining halls/restaurants. My job required being able to tackle pretty much any issues that would come up but due to the enormity of the place we had about fifteen other technicians available, and we all stayed busy.
After about a year working there and residents becoming familiar with technicians they would start requesting certain techs when they called in work issues. Of course our individual skills also came into play regarding who may be assigned what because some were more skilled than others in various areas. My handicap was HVAC. I wasn't skilled in that area as far as service work went. Electrical was my number one trade but i was also well versed in plumbing, appliances, flooring and carpentry.
Now to the real benefits of my skills. Once the residents became familiar with me and the things I could fix I was in pretty big demand. Forty plus multiple apartment buildings meant a lot of little problems. Just changing lightbulbs was a constant. One particular lady was very needy, every little issue was a big deal.
I was called to her apartment requested by name to replace the bulbs above her dining table. I carried in my short ladder and a variety of bulbs because they liked different wattages from person to person. I stepped a mere two steps up the ladder to start removing bad bulbs and a firm set of hands grasped my hips, " I don't want you to fall." i heard her say from behind me.
"I think I'll be okay." I answered quite quickly.
Her hands lowered a bit to my thighs and remained firm in their grip. I looked back and down and her eyes were fixated on my ass. With bad bulbs in hand I stepped backwards down the ladder to get new bulbs but she only released her grip when I began to turn around. She was very close still and I could smell the shampoo she had used that morning. Her face wasn't elderly in appearance, no sagging lips or wrinkles around the eyes and her hair was only peppered with a small amount of gray. I was a full head taller than her at the very least. She was in pretty good shape for her age which i first assumed was about fifty five but later learned she was Sixty three.
Bulbs in hand and stepping to the ladder she again grasped my hips to "stabilize" me. This time she squeezed a bit, "Firm" I heard her say in a low voice. Back up to my hips and back to my thighs her hands moved. "Damn, she's getting a feel in." i thought and almost chuckled. One hand left my hip but one remained in place. I glanced back and the hand she removed from my hip was rubbing the tops of her tits through her shirt.
"Shit, shes getting horny, I need to finish up and leave!" I was thinking. "All done" I said while descending the little ladder.
She didn't back away more than enough for me to stand on the floor in front of her, almost pressing against her. If either of us stepped forward two inches her tits would press against my midsection. I was actually a bit too nervous to move,,, she wasn't. She pressed against me and then backed away. I grabbed my ladder and told her, "I'll be right back with your work order to sign." and out the door i went. Heading to my truck my mind was racing. "She's thirty years older than me, shes still quite attractive, takes good care of herself, shit, I got a stiffy in the works, take a minute, slow down, deep breaths " I spoke out in my truck.
Finished work order in hand I paused at her door before knocking, no answer so I knocked a bit harder. "Come on in, it's unlocked." I heard from the other side of the door. I slowly opened the door and entered. "I just need a signature " i told her. Looking at her something was different. Lipstick, eye makeup, thinner white blouse with a dark blue bra that only lifted but didn't fully cover her tits leaving her nipples visible through the thin material.
I soaked in the scene as she leaned over the table to sign the ticket. Her ass looked really good in the pinstriped slacks she was wearing. They were tight enough to show her panty lines and I have a weakness for panty lines. She straightened back up returning the signed ticket to my hand. "You need anything else?" I asked.
She answered back, "Not right now."
I left and let out a sigh of relief in the hallway. On to the next call, Kitchen stove not working second floor same building. I grabbed the necessary tools and went back into the building to the elevator and pressed the up button. Mrs. Snyder, the lady I'd just worked for, I learned her name from the ticket, was retrieving her mail. She looked at me and asked, "Somebody break something?"
"Stove on second floor not working, no biggie." I answered. and up I went. It was a simple fix, she didn't get the eyes plugged back in properly after she cleaned around them. On to the next call, and a couple more and the day was over and home I went.
