Living Overseas

At 35 I got a transfer overseas in business I worked for, it was promotion and a chance to prove myself for higher jobs. My accommodation would be all paid for by my employer and I had the choice of a housekeeper or maid. Depending on where I chose to live, if I chose a house in the suburbs, I would get a housekeeper. An apartment I would get a maid, as the apartment building had a restaurant and room service with 24/7 catering. I chose the apartment as it was closest to my workplace and nightclubs being close to the city center. On my arrival, it would be up to me to hire my own maid. Albeit paid for by the company, so I'd a few days without a maid. Which suited me at the time, as I wanted to get settled it first. On my third day there I went to the contracted agency to hire the maid I would choose. I hadn't anything special in mind, just wanted a maid to clean up after me and keep the apartment clean. There wasn't many to choose from on that day, a new batch due in a few days I was told. But of the 3 available one was about 60 another looked like a teenager and the last mid-forties I thought. She was the one I hired, the oldest was too old I believed, and the teenager meant trouble with a capital T. The other was attractive and looked right for the job. One thing I hadn't realized the job was live in and my maid would live with me in the apartment. I was given her file to read before I made my final decision. It stated she was 45 widow no children to support, as they were making their own lives now. I signed the contact with agency and about 2 hours later there was knock on my apartment door and my maid had arrived with her belongings in one bag. The next Monday I officially started my new job, it was a hectic time for about two weeks while got acquainted with everything. The maid done her job very well I had no complaints, she could speak enough for me to understand her well enough. To keep fit I attended the gym in the apartment building. Usually had my meals in the apartment as the maid did albeit a limited menu for her to choose from. I wasn't going out of the building much except to work. The building also had a swimming pool next the gym which I used quite a bit. Masseurs were also attached to the gym; I would use the steam room and then get a massage. But you had to book ahead of time usually 3 or 4 days. I failed to book one day and had to miss the massage but used the steam room. Returning earlier than was usual after going to gym, my maid asked was there anything wrong. I said No I had just failed to book a massage, and she said she would give one if I wanted. I nodded and she gave a great massage, albeit on my bed. The next day I bought a massage table as I'd like her massage a great deal and she became my masseuse. After several weeks of regular massages from her she suggested I remove my shorts during the massages. I did as she suggested, and she laid a towel over me while massaged me. She wore cotton bra and pants when she done my massages, like you see in movies with Japanese girls who massage the men. It had been sometime since I had sex and one day during my massage my mind wandered while massaged me and I got a hard-on. She couldn't not see it and it didn't faze her one bit; my hard-on made a tent in the towel. As she finished the massage, she removed the towel and started without being asked and stroked my hard-on until I came. Then cleaned me up like it was nothing special, it was to me. The next massage another hard-on and she masturbated me as before. It was just normal work for her, I finally started feeling her up to see what she would say or do. She said nothing but stopped and removed pants and panties underneath then restarted the stroking my cock. The next massage was different from the start as she was totally naked from the start. I found out I could do anything I wanted with her, as she wanted the job above all else and what's more no extra payment required. Once I realized that I asked her straight for sex and she started sleeping with me. Then I was promoted again and would be returning home, I didn't want to lose my maid as I was really attracted to her and wanted to keep massaging me. I wasn't thinking of marriage, I'm not the marrying type. But fortunately, my new job I would have an assistant. So, she changed from my maid to my assistant and returned with me and now travels with me everywhere and also lives with me. Perfect relationship, she is really happy with her life and willingly fucks me anytime I want sex.