© Copyright. Dusky Fullerton 2021
This is the work of fiction. Any resemblance to people or situation or place is purely coincidental.
CHAPTER ONE
A long time ago I met Mr Snyder. At that time his age was close to 65 years. He had a white beard, and he wore glasses with black frames. He was a very wise man.
I used to do cleaning work in his office. It wasn’t difficult work because the office was very small and it only took me ten minutes to clean every day.
Mr Snyder taught me many things about life. He told me how important it is to take care of yourself, and how important it is to be happy. He also said that you should never give up on anything you want to achieve.
“If you are willing to learn,” he told me, “you can accomplish anything.”
After I started working for him, he began to teach me other things too. He always encouraged me to try new things.
I still remember the first day. Mr Synder was sitting in his chair reading a newspaper. When he saw me come into the room he looked at me with a smile. Then he put down the paper and asked me what my name was. I answered, “My name is Jane”.
He smiled again and said, “Good morning, Jane. You’re a hard worker, aren’t you?”
I just nodded my head.
He asked me to clean his office. I lifted my saree to my knees and began to dust the desk. As I worked, Mr Snyder walked around the room and watched me. After a while he sat behind his desk and started talking to me.
“You know, Jane,” he said, “I’m really pleased with your work. Your cleaning has been perfect. If I didn’t have so much paperwork to do, I would hire you as an assistant.”
I just stared at him, not knowing what to say.
He continued, “How old are you, Jane?”
I told him I was 29 years old.
We chit-chatted for a while. He was very open-minded. He told me that he lived alone in the house, and that he hadn’t married or had any children. He explained that he’d always wanted to marry and have kids, but he didn’t think he could find anyone who would share his values.
Then he told me, “Jane, if you ever decide to get married, let me know. I’ll make sure you meet someone nice.”
I thought he was joking at first, but then I realized he meant what he said.
“Thank you, sir,” I said.
Mr Snyder stood up from his chair and walked over to me. He put his hands on my shoulders and gave me a big tip.
“You’re a good girl, Jane,” he said.
After I left his office, I felt like crying. I knew that Mr Snyder cared about me. He was a kind and generous person. I agreed to clean his apartment as well. I cleaned everything, even though it was a little messy.
One day while I was cleaning his home, my saree slipped exposing my breasts. I did not pay attention as I never thought Mr Synder would view me sexually. He was sitting on his bed watching TV.
When I noticed that he was looking at me, I quickly covered my chest with my arms. I was embarrassed. I told myself that it was not my fault. I had no idea that he would look at me that way.
Mr Snyder looked at me with a smile. I just smiled back at him and went to continue cleaning.
After I finished, he invited me to sit next to him on the bed. We talked for a while. I felt awkward, but I tried my best to act natural.
He kept asking me questions.
“Are you married?”
“No.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No.”
He asked me all kinds of questions. Some were personal, some weren’t. He seemed genuinely interested in me.
He asked me if I liked my job. I told him I did.
All this while he stared at my breasts. Despite his age I could see he felt very horny and wanted to fuck me. He kept looking at them, smiling as if in admiration or perhaps hunger. My nipples were hard and I knew they must be visible through the thin material of my blouse. It was so embarrassing!
I finished my job and left for the day. I didn’t want to have sex with him, but I also didn’t want him to know that. That day we didn’t talk much. When I got home, I changed into a more comfortable nightie and went to bed. The next morning I woke up early, before he did. I took a shower and then made myself some coffee.
Next day when I went his home, he was sitting on a chair as if waiting for me. He hadn’t gone to office that day. I found him constantly ogling at my breasts. I started cleaning his house as usual. But there was no conversation going on. All the time he was staring at my boobs. At one point, I thought he would touch them. He even reached out and brushed against them. But he didn’t do anything else. I continued cleaning the house, thinking about what to do.
I too decided to play along. I needed money and though he was old, he was rich by my standards. I started talking to him bit freely. His questions were subtly sexual, but not overtly so. I talked about my husband, my family and other things. I asked him how old he was. He told me he was in his sixties. I said it’s a good age to retire. He laughed and said no, he wasn’t ready yet. I asked why not? He said he had something planned. I asked what? He said he would tell me later.
He asked me if I would like to become his friend. I promptly said yes. We chatted about our families, hobbies and interests. After a few hours, he ordered lunch for us from nearby restaurant. We ate together. During the meal, he was again staring at my breasts. He kept touching himself under the table. I pretended not to notice.
I too positioned my saree in such a way that it gave him ample opportunity to look at my cleavage. He kept staring and smiling, but he didn’t touch me. I was feeling very uncomfortable. He didn’t say anything either.
After the lunch, he suggested I should come over tomorrow. I agreed. The next day, I went over to his house as usual. As soon as I entered, he greeted me warmly and asked me to sit down. He offered me coffee and I accepted. He sat beside me.
Now we used to chat freely. We used to talk for hours. I found a very good friend in Mr Snyder. Sometimes when I sat beside him, he would caress my cheeks and I could see a bulge forming in his pants. I did not have any objection to this because he helped me financially too.
I was pleased that he had made the coffee himself, for me. I was still wondering what his plan was. But I knew that he was horny as hell. He was constantly looking at my boobs. He began the conversation casually, asking about my life and my family. Then he asked me what I liked doing most. I replied that I enjoyed watching movies. He asked me what kind of movies I watched. I told him I loved to watch horror with a tinge of sex. He laughed and said he loved those too.
Then he asked me if I ever fantasized about being fucked by someone older than me. His question took me by surprise. He was quite bold.
I answered that I did. I told him I had always been curious about sex with an older man. I didn’t mention anything about my husband, because I didn’t want to reveal my identity.
He smiled and said he understood. He told me that he had a huge collection of porn videos. Would I like to see them? I hesitated. I felt shy. He asked me if I would prefer to watch them alone or with him. I hesitated, not knowing what to say. Finally, I told him that I would rather watch them with him.