It was 2010 and I had just finished studying at university. I was born and bred in a small town in New Zealand, a distant and exotic location for some, but I found it cold and boring. I graduated from university with a physiotherapy degree. The downside of my education was my student loan, which had ballooned to become larger than I'd anticipated. Immediately after my graduation I worked picking fruit, but this was just a short-term solution to my growing financial woes. It was nice to work outdoors for a change, however, I had to put my qualifications to better use and I had to clear my debt. My 24-year-old 5'9" frame had not done any physical work for a few years, so there were benefits to the job. The fruit picking had slimmed me down to about 75kg (165 pounds). I felt fit for the first time in years.
I searched for physiotherapy work in New Zealand, but I was unable to find anything permanent, so I considered moving to Australia because of the higher wages. I applied for a few jobs, but didn't have high expectations since my work experience was limited and I lived in New Zealand. However, to my surprise I received a positive email from a physical disability clinic in Sydney. They requested a Skype interview. I prepared thoroughly and although the video interview went better than I expected, I wasn't getting my hopes up. A few days after the interview I received a phone call saying I had the job, which stated in June, in two months time. I couldn't believe it. Sure, it was an entry-level job, but entry-level pay in Australia was higher than I could expect in my country. I was also aware of the living costs in Sydney, however, I'd already struck it lucky with the job, so why not a home too? After just breaking up with my long-term girlfriend, a change of scenery was exactly what I needed.
Two months later my plane touched down in Sydney. It was early winter - a balmy 20 degrees Celsius (about 70 Fahrenheit). 20 degrees was what my home climate offered me in summer, but this was Sydney at the beginning of winter. For me, the weather was perfect. I began work in three weeks time, so I had to find cheap accommodation quickly. A friend of a friend was living in Sydney and he'd offered me his couch for a week, which gave me a chance to look for a new place without digging too deep into my meager savings. The guy I was staying with suggested a site called Gumtree. I searched through the listings and a few looked promising. Most of the places I considered were close to where I was going to be working - Drummoyne, which is situated in inner-west Sydney. One of the adverts didn't have any photos, nor a price, which was unusual, but I rang the number anyway. A woman answered the phone and her name was Claudia. She seemed friendly, a bit posh, even with her Australian accent. Although her advert had been up for two weeks, Claudia said she'd only received three inquiries, and none of those people had come to view the room. I told her I could come over that day. We agreed on 6pm and she messaged me the address.
Fortunately for me, Drummoyne was only a short walk and quick ferry ride from where I was staying at the time. I arrived at 6pm to the address Claudia gave me, but I was disappointed when I saw her building. It was part of luxury apartment complex where the multi-story apartments cascaded down a gentle hill. There was no way I could afford to stay in a place like that. I was in Sydney to pay off my student loan and I needed cheap accommodation. Claudia's home was on the end of a block of five apartments, which were four stories high. It was a relatively new housing complex, mostly grey stone, and very up-market. I was tempted to send Claudia a text and cancel, but I thought I'd meet her since I was already there. I pushed the button on the front wall in front of her apartment.
Claudia's voice came through the intercom. "Johnny?"
"Yes," I replied. "I'm guessing this is Claudia?"
"Good guess," she replied with a quiet giggle. "I'll let you in."
The lock clicked. I pushed the gate open and walked through a neatly kept garden towards the front door. It was a very fancy place. The garden was perfect and the small lawn didn't have a blade of grass out of place. Just as I was about to knock on the door it swung open, and Claudia greeted me with a beaming smile.
"Hi Johnny, come in, just leave your shoes at the door. Follow me up to the balcony, I've made us some iced tea," she said.
I smiled as I replied. "Sure, no problem."
She apologized for the way she was dressed - she'd just returned from yoga and hadn't changed out of her exercise gear.
"No worries," I said.
I followed Claudia up the stairs and I couldn't believe the view. I'm not talking about the view from the balcony, but the view as I walked up the stairs. Claudia was wearing a pair of bright blue spandex that ended at her calves, and a tight fitting, thin, stretchy, zip-up hooded sweater. When Claudia walked up the stairs her massive ass swayed from side to side. Each ass cheek was probably more than both my hands would be able to hold, and I resisted the urge to find out. At the time I wasn't sure if it was the blue spandex holding her ass in shape, or if her ass cheeks were shaped that way (I'd soon find out it was the latter). Claudia had a dark tan and her body didn't appear flabby, especially for a woman her size. Her firm ass protruded out the sides, as well as behind her. I was surprised to see no 'muffin-top' hanging out the top of her spandex. I've seen many women with big asses, but very few with big asses and smaller waists. It was difficult to guess Claudia's age because her body didn't seem to sag too much and her complexion was youthful. She was much older than me. My guess at the time was 45, but I would soon discover she was 63. I felt a bulge developing in my pants.
I followed Claudia to the balcony and we sat down on a comfortable outdoor couch. The balcony was big and the view was stunning. At the other end of the balcony there was a Jacuzzi. It was a private balcony and we couldn't see the neighbors. I couldn't help noticing how her small feet were. They were neatly manicured and her toenails were painted bright red. I'm not much of a foot guy, but even I couldn't help admiring them. Her ankles and feet were small, but her calves looked shapely and strong. Above Claudia's knees her legs got thick - really thick, really fast, and her thighs were chunky. Some would say muscular. I briefly imagined what it would be like to have my head between those thick, chunky thighs.
Claudia was what I would call 'extreme hourglass'. She stood about 5'3". Considering the size of her ass and breasts, her waist seemed relatively small. Her stomach wasn't flat, but it wasn't big either. It wasn't pushing against her top the way her breasts were. The grey sweater was slightly unzipped and her ample bosom looked as though it was about to force the zip open. As she sat down on the outdoor sofa. Her blue spandex smothered the couch and the thin material struggled to contain her big thighs, wide hips and curvaceous ass. The stitching must have been high quality. Since Claudia was quite short, her curves were accentuated.
Claudia poured us some iced tea and added some slices of cucumber.
"This makes it even more refreshing," she said waiving the cucumber at me.
I was fixated on her hands as she gripped the cucumber. Her hands were similar to her feet - small and soft. And like her toes, they were perfectly manicured. My mind wandered again as I imagined that cucumber as my cock. When she gave me the iced tea she leaned forward and I got a good glimpse of her cleavage - a deep long crevasse. I couldn't stop staring at her breasts as they strained the stretchy material - fortunately I had my sunglasses on so she couldn't see where I was looking.
My eyes returned to hers when she asked. "So, you found the place OK?"
"Sure," I replied. "I'm staying at a friends place not far from here, but I have to find something permanent soon."
"Well, maybe we can help each other out," said Claudia. "I need some company around here, I've been living alone for too long. It'd be nice to have a house-mate."
Claudia explained to me how she had split with her husband five years ago after 30 years of marriage.
