I'd been thinking about my domestic arrangements ever since my divorce. I didn't enjoy cooking or housework and thought that employing a housekeeper would make my life more pleasant. I knew it would be costly, but I had a decent job and salary and no other extravagances, so I thought I'd give it a go. But I needed a woman's advice and thought of Rose, my secretary. I buzzed her to come through to my office.
Rose had worked with me for several years, which had made her privy to much of my private life. A widow in her early fifties with an engaging appeal that I can only describe as seductive, she is damned attractive for her age! Match those attributions with her curvy, voluptuously mature body and you have a very sexy lady; she is also very efficient at her job and I value her opinions.
I tried not to stare at Rose as she sat down and hoisted a grey pencil skirt above her knees. She crossed her legs - purely for my benefit I thought - and I explained what I had in mind and how I would go about sourcing a suitable applicant. While she was she considering my question, I drank in the expanse of meshed thigh between her knees and the hem of her skirt, wondering what lay beyond in the form of tantalising lingerie. She always demonstrated innate sexual provocation with her choice of clothes and today was no different.
Rose was a sexy woman, as I say, and her breasts were magnificent. Wonderful, large, mature beauties that today were defined and sculpted beautifully beneath a fitted cream silk blouse - one that hugged her so snugly it was possible to trace the titillating, lacy outline of her bra-cups; I fancied this woman like crazy! But our age difference couldn't be ignored. Although, for me personally it only added to the sexual mystique she radiated.
"Well, Steven, if you've no intention of marrying soon, I'd say you were doing the right thing, a housekeeper would certainly make your life more comfortable. But there's no need to advertise for one, I actually know of someone who'd be interested."
"Really," I answered quickly. "You're not referring to yourself by any chance. Not considering a career change are you, Rose?"
"No, it isn't me, the lady I'm thinking of is a neighbour of mine, a widow. I can vouch for her domestic tidiness and cooking skills and I'm sure she'd be interested if I told her what you had in mind. Why not leave everything with me and if need be, I'll arrange an interview." I leaned across the desk and squeezed her hand.
"Thank you, Rose." I said. "You've suddenly made my day much brighter."
Rose had certainly whetted my appetite at the prospect of securing someone so soon. I started to quiz her more about her neighbour, but she wasn't forthcoming, preferring to say it would be better to meet her without any preconceived ideas, which I thought was a good thing. I told Rose that, if it came to the interview stage they should both come to the house and we could make it a social occasion.
Well, it transpired that Rose's neighbour was very interested in my job offer and jumped at the opportunity of an interview. A date and time was arranged and I eagerly anticipated meeting my potential domestic help. On the appointed evening I found myself in a high state of expectation. I had been meeting with clients all day away from the office, so I hadn't seen Rose until I opened the door that evening, and what a pleasant surprise that was. I took her coat and was immediately overcome by perfume and the sight of her curvaceous contours shoe-horned into a figure hugging dress. Rose always wore clothes that flattered her body and with good reason, but this evening she had excelled herself by wearing a black and white, knee-length creation with a boat neck; she looked gorgeous and I couldn't resist whistling my approval.
"Goodness me, Rose, you look as if you're going on somewhere special." I blurted out.
"Not unless you're offering to take us, eh, Laurie?" She answered nonchalantly turning to her friend. "Steven, this is the lady I told you about. Laurie, meet Steven."
"It's a pleasure, Laurie." I said shaking her hand.
"Thank you, would you like me to address you as Mr Hodges?" She asked retaining a firm hold of my hand.
"Good grief, no, Steven's fine."
"Thank you, Steven, it's a pleasure to meet you too." We released hands but maintained eye contact and in that instant I determined that Laurie was also a female to be reckoned with.
Laurie was younger than Rose, ten-years younger I was to discover. Her face, with its light application of make-up had a youthful look, an appearance much accentuated by jet-black hair styled in a modish pixie cut that clung to her scalp. What set Laurie apart and drew the eye more than anything else, though, was her large figure, around two dress sizes bigger than Rose I estimated, and with a bosom to match. She was a big lady alright and like Rose, preferred clothes that emphasised her attributes; like the mauve coloured, pleated skirt and jacket she currently wore. The jacket hung open revealing a pink silk camisole top, demonstrating she not only had taste, but was comfortable displaying her breasts! My God, it was going to be a lecherous evening!
"Let's go through to the lounge." I said ushering them both forward. "Lead the way, Rose." I followed in their wake watching the natural rhythm of Rose's arse.
The women chose to sit on the sofa, which in Rose's case was the wrong option considering the dress she wore. The sofa had deep seats, which meant she had to sit well forward and sideways on to me to retain her dignity. In Laurie's case, her full skirt hid most of her legs and caused no such problem. But for Rose, her dress was so constrictive that constant tugging at the hemline couldn't lower it one bit, in fact the dress had risen so far along her thighs it revealed a meagre, but tantalising, glimpse of a fancy stocking top. Eventually, Rose abandoned all effort to retain her modesty, leaving me to relish the provocative sight.
I passed out the wine glasses and explained to Laurie what would be expected from her as my housekeeper, and she in turn was ready with questions of her own. I said the role would be permanent depending on a three month trial period; something Laurie was in agreement with, saying it made perfect sense.
