My dream comes true

I 28 live across the hallway from a mature woman 53 stunning in looks and figure. Widowed I later found out, anyway I live in a fancy apartment building. Doorman on duty 24/7, my family own the apartment I live there because I work nearby. My father bought the apartment years before and kept as an investment. I pay my father a thousand a month in rent, it isn't much I know but that's all he wants from me. My social life is nonexistent I've never great with girls. The only good-looking woman I see regularly is my neighbor across the hallway. At work everybody is moving about like ants rarely stopping to talk and only then when it is work related. Not that there's many unattached females there anyway and they are married and, in their fifties. Not as good looking as my neighbor or even close. My pure chance I actually got to speak to her one day as I was walking home from work. She was also walking home with two shopping bags only a block to go. When she twisted her ankle when the heel on one of her shoes broke off. So, I offered to help her home, she recognized me from us travelling together in the elevator at times. She accepted my help; I helped her to her apartment and got sat on a chair. Putting her shopping on a table, it wasn't food or anything that need to be put away straight away. Her ankle wasn't badly twisted and would recover fairly quickly she said, she had me get a bandage from cupboard for her and she wrapped it up tightly. Then I left, a couple of days later I saw her again in the elevator and we spoke. Her ankle was still wrapped in a bandage, but she was walking with only a slight limp. Getting better she said anyway I was invited to lunch on Sunday as a thank you for my help. That was the start of our friendship. About a month later it was thanksgiving (2024) I'd to work, and my family were aboard anyway, so nothing planned by me. I was again invited to join her for dinner, and we talked awhile afterwards. Asked if I'd any plans for upcoming weekend I said None as usual. Good she replied, you can join me on a trip and so I would go away with her Saturday morning we were staying overnight returning late Sunday afternoon no reason just a change of scenery she said. Her late husband and her use to take such trips when he was alive. She had made all the arrangement I was just her companion. I was surprised she had only booked one room, and it only had one bed. We had just travelled to the coast for the sea views she said, but she also wanted sex and had chosen me to provide it. Her reason was she could train me to service her needs as I'd no love life before. Once I got over the shock I was all for it, she trained me well draining that weekend and letting me recover for the next weekend. I became her toyboy you could say, a very willing one at that. My dream was to be a great lover; she said I was doing better than she had expected and so I take that as success. Only other change was work related, she is a major player is my workplace's hierarchy, and I hadn't ever seen her there. But the big bosses don't pass thru my work area at all anyway. She had finally decided to get an assistant; I was chosen by her as far anybody knows she just picked me from the employee's list. I know better of course, her main reason was availability, my availability. So, I was with all the time when at work and most of the time when at our apartment building. Works for me.