As Jeff Morrow walked down the hall of the second floor of Westview Apartments the sound of the keys on his belt made him sound like Santa Claus as he made his way towards the utility closet. Although he had started this custodial job the week before, this was the first day that he was on his own. Charlie Marks, the man who had trained him, had moved on to his position at a larger complex the corporation owned, and while he knew he could call the guy if he ran into any problems Jeff was determined to figure things out for himself.
After all, like Charlie had said the job wasn't all that complicated. Take the waste containers down from each floor and out to the pickup area and bring empty ones back up each morning. Vacuum the hall rugs once a week, clean the common areas and shovel the sidewalk when needed, and do what he could if residents had any problems inside their apartments.
Unplugging sinks and replacing florescent lights was easy, and if there was an actual problem that needed a professional's touch all he had to do was tell management and they would get a plumber or electrician in to handle it. The salary wasn't that great but since Jeff had just dropped out of college he was happy to take what he could get until he decided what to do next.
"The work is easy," his trainer had told him. "It's the residents that will kill you."
"Mean?"
"No, at least not many of them are," Charlie explained. "They're all single now - either widowed or divorced - so a lot of them a lonely. They have bingo every week but still and all, so the men like to corner you and talk about baseball players you never heard of or cars they used to drive. You smile and chat until you can break away without hurting their feelings. It's the women that will kill you."
"Demanding?" Jeff asked, and at that Charlie had roared with laughter before putting his arm around his shoulders and moving where no one could overhear him.
"Maybe it doesn't do anything for a young guy like you, but these older gals? Most of them haven't had it in quite awhile, or had sex with the same guy all their lives and now that they're unencumbered they're eager to catch up on what they've missed," Charlie snickered. "Like I said, a cute kid like you they will be all over you. Even an older guy like me had all I wanted. You'll see. Just remember that they aren't teenagers with hard bodies."
Jeff had shrugged his shoulders and feigned indifference, but those words were like music to his ears because ever since he started noticing women he had been drawn to older gals and because he was sort of a baby face with dimples they were attracted to him as well. So after Charlie left he was looking forward to being here all alone - all three floors filled with mostly women from 55 and up - and if many were way too old or not interested, it seemed like that there were plenty more to choose from.
As Jeff tells it, he didn't have to wait long to discover that old Charlie had been spot on.
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"Well hello there young man!"
I had just turned the corner on the second floor, making my rounds and learning the layout of the place, and I hadn't noticed the opened door on my right so the voice startled me for a moment. The voice came from a cute lady with silver hair who stood in her doorway with her hand holding the door casing, and seemed amused at having me jump a bit.
"Oh, hello ma'am," I said as I pawed at the carpet with my toes.
"Didn't mean to scare you," her lilting voice cooed.
"No, just trying to remember everything I have to do."
"You're the young boy Charlie was showing around, aren't you?" she asked, and as she went on about how young I was, my eyes looked her up and down.
She was wearing shorts and a baggy floral top, so all I could tell was she was trim and had nice pale legs. Her arms were slender as well, and as she posed there I could see she had none of the loose skin on her upper arms - bingo wings my Mom used to call them - and seeing the little wisps of light brown hair that sprouted out of the deep hollows of her armpits did not put me off at all.
"Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" the silver haired senior asked hopefully while I tried to guess her age and settled on early 60's.
"I'd like to, but this is my first day on the job by myself," I said with a grin that I knew made my dimples appear. "Can I take a rain check?"
"Why of course. Maybe tomorrow if you can. My name is Esther by the way - apartment 223," she added as she pointed to the number on the wall next to the door. "I know Charlie introduced you that day us girls were in the community room yakking..."
"Jeff," I reminded her. "Nice to meet you Esther."
"Don't forget about our coffee date," she reminded me before I went on my way, while I kept repeating to myself, Esther at 223, so I wouldn't forget.
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"Hello Jeff!" my new friend chirped the next day when I passed apartment 223 but this time Esther didn't catch me daydreaming so I was prepared.
"Good morning Esther," I replied in my best 'aw shucks' voice, and a quick appraisal of the cute senior showed that she had made an effort to make herself look sharper today, although I liked the way she looked yesterday too.
In addition to a little lipstick she was wearing a snug blue sleeveless blouse that made it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra because her tits were hanging low. Not large but nice looking nonetheless, so when she asked if I wanted to take her up on her offer of coffee I eagerly accepted.
Her apartment was furnished in a very old lady-ish fashion, neat and softly scented, and as I followed her to the kitchen I noticed her butt looked firm as she walked. Esther asked me how I took it and when I said black she seemed impressed for some reason.
"My late husband, rest his soul, took his coffee black as well," she informed me, and as we stood at the counter she set her cup down and pirouetted while asking, "notice anything different about me today?"
I stepped back and watched her fiddle around with her hair, and it had the look of being styled very recently, but with her arms raised I noticed something else as well but I decided to say the obvious.
"Well, I notice a couple of things have changed," i deduced with a grin. "Your hair. I think you had it cut."
"That's right Jeff. You're very observant," Esther cooed.
"I keep an eye on all the pretty ladies here," I said and made her laugh.
"That shouldn't take too long," Esther noted and then asked, "What was the other thing different about me?"
