Apart from her treasure that was her loyal and trusted butler, Parsons, it had to be said that the Lady of the Manor had a revolving door where her household staff came and went. Penelope Ward-Williamson had neither the patience nor the need to keep a regular staff. Some had been worthwhile, whilst others had passed by like ships in the night.
Since the untimely death of her older husband, she was the sole proprietor of Williamson Manor, one of the largest mansions in the county of Surrey with many bedrooms and the like, in an area of 2,000 acres. At this moment in time, she had under her employ, a cook and two kitchen maids, three housemaids, and a butler named Parsons. Now, there was a vacancy for a chauffeur.
Her previous driver had been in her employ for five years and she would miss him dearly. Perkins was an outstanding driver and was always good for a quickie. He had stupidly gotten himself imprisoned for a year for disorderly conduct. The lascivious MILF was extremely miffed, but life goes on and she had already lined up some interviews with prospective new drivers.
Parsons answered the door to the main house and looked a tall young man up and down.
"Morning. I'm Tom. I've come about the chauffeur position for Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson."
Parsons sneered and rubbed his nose. Not a good start it would seem.
"Staff and caterers are to use the rear entrance. Take a sharp left and look for a green door."
And with that curt greeting, Tom had the door shut in his face. With a shrug and a sniff, he walked up the tree-lined drive to the back of the manor house. He found the said tradesman's entrance and found that it was open. He cautiously peered around the door to see if anyone was about, but the wood-paneled hall was deserted. After waiting in vain for the butler he decided to venture further. He took the first flight of stairs and felt slightly uneasy in the unfamiliar surroundings with nobody around.
"This is a rum do," he thought as he neared an open door on the left.
His eyes grew wide as he pushed the door a couple more inches and saw a middle-aged woman lounging in a burgundy leather armchair. Well, not merely lounging as such, more like sprawling over the arms. The fifty-something blonde had no clothing on whatsoever and with her left leg draped over one chair arm, she was humming happily as she frigged her yellow pubed pussy. Her eyes were glued to her mobile phone and her scarlet lips parted as her slender fingers slid in and out of her moistened muff.
"Fuck me!"
Tom felt his mouth dry up as he focused on the well-upholstered female rolling her hips in her seat like the start of a much-needed fuck. Her huge boobs had hard nipples that might well have cut glass they were so erect. Both of her hands moved around her cunt zone as her back arched up wantonly. Then she looked at the mobile and smiled.
"He's good-looking and no mistake."
Presumably, she was paging through pictures of men as she reached out with her right hand to a small table and picked up what appeared to be a pink vibrator. She switched it on and a small hum could be heard as she caressed her almost flat belly with the tip. Her stomach muscles clenched as she wandered down to her wanting snatch. She eased it inside her wet slit and the sound of the vibrating toy became muted as she let the five-inch vibe nestle in her pussy.
"Hmm, nice."
Her thighs came together as she let the thing remain inside her for another minute. Then she touched the end and seemingly increased the speed of the vibrations. The blonde MILF sighed audibly as she began to work the buzzing toy in and out in an erotic slow, surging rhythm. Tom bit his lower lips as he watched her fuck herself, pumping back and forth and twisting the vibe in every direction. Her left hand rubbed her clit and as she looked to be getting closer to an orgasm, her legs kicked up high to get the extra thrill of penetration. In a series of low grunts and rapid jerks, the blonde bombshell climaxed and let the vibrator drop to the carpet.
Tom cupped his evident bulge and continued to watch, unable to tear his eyes from the unexpected sight. That was when a firm grip took him by the elbow and manhandled him along the hall.
"Is that you, Parsons?" asked the woman as she came out of her climactic daze.
"It is, My Lady. Time for the interview."
"Very well."
"Bit of a nosey bastard, are you?" jibed the butler.
"No, I was just, just..."
"Being nosey. Right. I've got a good mind to throw you out the door this instant, but Her Ladyship insists on everybody getting an equal chance for the driver vacancy. Now, sit there until I return."
Feeling pretty foolish, Tom sat on a wooden stool in the cold hallway and twiddled his thumbs. About twenty minutes later the butler came back and crooked his index finger at him to enter the same room.
"Mister Thomas Brook to see you, My Lady."
"Splendid. Bring him forth."
Parsons prodded Tom to advance and then left. Seated in the same chair she had fucked herself was the ravishing woman he had spied on up close. She was an incredibly beautiful woman with long fair hair and sparkling blue-grey eyes. By his estimation, she must have turned fifty but she still had an extremely fit body and a clear complexion.
"So, you want to apply for the position of my new chauffeur?"
"Yes, My Lady. Very much so."