My Housekeeper - Sex Stories

My Housekeeper

... alleviated much of the burden from my shoulders. My workload became much more manageable.

She was our housekeeper for many years, reliable and predictable. Then my wife was diagnosed with cancer. It metastasized. She passed away following a short, unpleasant battle.

Maureen continued her services, that is, until I began to do a more thoughtful cost-benefit analysis. The cost didn't bother me so much. But she really didn't do that great a job in the housekeeping department. Moreover, I thought I could handle the household upkeep myself, with far lower standards than I'd experienced with my wife. After all, how dirty could a middle-aged widower's house get? I informed Maureen that I'd be taking on the housekeeping myself, rewarded her with a triple paycheck and said goodbye.

I realized after a few months, though, that my days of solo housekeeping were over. Too much dust, dirt, cobwebs and bugs, too many spills and stains, too much washing and folding. I wanted someone who would come in and take over the physical management of the place. Somone with lots of energy and a keen sense of what a widower like me needed. Someone who would competently assess, prioritize and plan upkeep without my constant guidance. Plus, I could afford it.

I searched online and narrowed my choices. I interviewed three possible candidates by phone and then settled on Rita for an in-person interview.

I didn't know quite what to expect. I hoped for an actual professional housekeeper, a ...

... self-starter with a take-charge, leave-it-up-to-me, you're-in-good-hands kind of persona.

Rita showed up and we chatted a good for a good fifteen minutes as we walked through the entire house. She shared some references, even though she'd just recently moved here from out of state. She asked relevant questions and appeared to be taking mental notes on the location of cleaning supplies, closets, linens, tablecloths, place settings and storage areas. She also felt the need to assure me how she respected the privacy of her clients. How she'd never open a drawer or cabinet without express permission or directive from the homeowner. She added, "You'd be amazed what you learn about people from the stuff they leave out, no snooping necessary. Sometimes I think clients actually communicate with me by leaving things out on purpose."

During the initial visit I was sizing her up. She was in her late 30s (which she'd confirm later, on her 40th birthday). She stood about 5'4", a smidgeon under 140 pounds. Solidly built. Smooth complexion. Dark tan. She had a quirky, short, bent nose. Uneven teeth. Brown hair bound up with clips and pins into a tight bun. She was not that attractive in a conventional sense but sexy in a hard-to-pin-down way. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself. I found her raspy voice kind of cute. Few airs. Plain spoken. Salt of the Earth.

She was dressed casually, more laid-back than I'd expected for an initial interview. Flip flops, spandex shorts, low cut ...