Taking on the new management appointment at head office brought with it certain drawbacks Janet hadn't considered. It seemed a good opportunity, starting a new life away from the small town she had grown up in, but the loneliness of a large city was one of the things she was finding hard to get used to.
While unpacking she found a box of her ex-husbands and instead of throwing it out unpacked it, placing things in the bedroom and bathroom as though she had a man in the lonely apartment.
With nothing to do in the evenings and at the weekend Janet spent some time reading and fantasising in the bath over a steamy novel about a woman servant dominated by a strong master. She fancied the handsome dominant man was there ordering her to get on with the housework which helped get the boring chores done, when usually there was little enthusiasm for such tedium.
Among the clothes still unpacked she came across a fancy dress costume; a fantasy French maid outfit. She hadn't worn it for her ex-husband and would have trashed it with utter contempt. Laughing to herself she thought it might serve a purpose.
Holding it up against herself, looking in the mirror, she could see why she had refused to wear it to the fancy dress party. Her bust was larger but her waist was still slim, especially since moving here, when cooking for one seemed such a chore. She would still be able to get into it if she dare wear it.
The suspenders holding up the stockings were a man's sexy fantasy, not hers, but she pulled them up her long legs anyway. They were surprisingly smooth and sensual. It was difficult fitting the suspenders to the stocking tops but she got the hang of it.
The small scratchy nylon panties had been rejected for a comfortable pair of white cotton ones. The high heels were kicked to one side and she stepped into a pair of comfortable black flats.
Even though she was alone in the apartment she couldn't bring herself to wear the sheer blouse. Instead an old white comfortable cotton one was found. It was a bit tight over her larger bust but it seemed decent enough. Preening her hair before a mirror she thought at least she looked the part in the little tight black skirt and white blouse.
Janet tied her long dark brown hair up and fitted the frilly white cap. Trying on the apron finished off the outfit leaving her looking sexy and cute. She gave a curtsy and said, "Yes Sir, anything you want, right away Sir," and giggled. If the office staff could see the boss dressed like this they would be surprised.
The idea of walking through the main office to her private office in the outfit made her laugh out loud. That was another draw back to this move. She had to be the boss all the time. It would be so nice to let someone else make the decisions for awhile.
There was no-one to ask what they wanted for dinner or to choose a restaurant, or a film, or even should she just stay in for another dull evening. It might not be so boring if there was someone to share the place with her.
She paraded through the apartment sternly telling her image in the mirror to get on with the vacuuming or she would be punished for neglecting her duties.
It worked. The outfit added a certain something to the game she played. Bent over polishing a table she could feel the skirt riding up. Manoeuvring around the table she managed to get a rear view showing off the stocking tops in a mirror.
She wiggled her ass to see how sexy the image was. Thinking of a scene in the novel she exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Sir. I won't do it again, honest. Oh! Please sir, don't punish your naughty little maid," she said, in a suitably hushed conciliatory voice.
Janet slipped the comfortable panties down to reveal her bare ass. It was firm and would be appreciated if there had been someone there to show it off to. They slipped down her legs with a tingling sensation that ran up them to her pussy.
She imagined a strong uncompromising man standing behind her leaving her feeling like a naughty little maid from the novel. "Please, sir. You shouldn't be seeing my bottom," she cried out, in an assumed French accent.
She tried to imagine what it would be like to be spanked. A slight feeling of humiliation formed but the act couldn't be sustained. She stood up and pulled the panties into place. "Get a life woman," she admonished, wagging a finger at the mirror.
What was she to do now the housework had been done? If she had worn this for her husband maybe she would still be back in her home town. She shook her head clearing the memory of a failed marriage, not wanting to think about what if.
***
The next evening was no better. It was Friday and she had a whole boring weekend to look forward to. She strolled to the usual local Chinese restaurant for a takeaway finally deciding on the usual. Passing a launderette she noticed two young men in tight jeans and t-shirts playing cards.
One of them bent over a bench swiping up the small change they had been playing for. His cute ass gave her a sudden unexpected thrill. She tingled all over with pleasure. Even her scalp tingled and the hairs on her arms became sensitive. She stood there stroking her arm.
Quickly turning away she told herself not to be so foolish. They were too young to be interested in an old married woman. They looked about eighteen and she was twenty-eight; far too old for them.
Over the solitary meal she began fantasising they were making love to her, both of them at once, in the back of the laundry. Unable to tolerate the isolation any longer she marched from the apartment to the laundry with a bag of washing, hoping they wouldn't be there, not wanting to make a fool of her self.
Janet realised the loneliness and fantasies had pushed her into this naughty move but figured nothing would come of it. She was a mature married woman, divorced she corrected, and they looked so young and fit. They would most likely ignore her. Not thinking it through she intended to disregard them, unless they made the first move. Only a sketchy game plan had been considered, but she was excited at the prospect of talking to someone.
Based on the novel she was reading she thought to pose as a rich mans maid. How it could possibly relate to them or the launderette was a bit of a challenge. At least she might be able to strike up a conversation with them.
Entering the launderette she saw them out of the corner of her eye and thankfully there was no one else around. Standing looking mystified at the instructions on how to load a machine she discovered her first mistake. The dryers threw out a lot of heat and she dare not take off the coat as she had foolishly worn the silly maids outfit under it.
She had only worn the maid outfit out of sheer devilment; not intending to let them see it. It gave her a thrill wondering what they might think if they saw the naughty outfit, though it was less obscene with sensible shoes and blouse. If she took off the coat she would look either a fool, or a tart.
In the reflection of the machine she saw them taking notice of her. They were young and she was an experienced mature woman, so quite able to manipulate them into playing a small part in a game. She felt foolish at having gone this far and knew the encounter would end before it even started.
All she wanted was for them to play a small part in a game so she could return to the apartment and take a long soak in a hot bath weaving them into a fantasy. That's all, nothing else, nothing too daring.
All they had to do was flirt or better still she might be able to get them to take a lead if she played the damsel in distress. Wearing the naughty outfit under the coat was providing some unexpected and pleasant stimulation.
From the worried look upon her face and the sighs of exasperation one of the students walked up to her and asked, "Can I help you? I know how to use these machines. I've plenty of experience," the young man said.
