Shadows were lengthening as I swung the Lexus into the condo's car port. A chill was in the late winter air and I could smell wood smoke as I stepped out and grabbed my overnight bag from the back seat. A quick push of the key fob locked the doors and I stepped into the late afternoon sunlight. The carports faced a row of well-maintained units, many of them sporting planter boxes full colorful flowers. The far-left, end unit belonged to Brianna's friend Helena, and I noticed the front door was open, giving a view into the museum-like order and cleanliness that were the trademark of Helena's life.
As I walked by, I could see Helena busying herself at the kitchen sink. She noticed me, flashed a smile and gave a small wave before returning to her chores.
I first met Helena shortly after I began to visit Brianna in her condo. Brianna's deck overlooked the parking area and the front door of Helena's unit. When Brianna introduced me to Helena, I was impressed with her physical beauty, her tight, sexy physique and her obvious intelligence. That being said, I noted a discomfiting coldness underlying her outgoing, charming persona. On many occasions I had seen the warm smile disappear from her face the moment she turned away. Nevertheless, she was an interesting, sexy addition to my circle of friends, though Brianna and I rarely socialized with her.
Brianna was as different from Helena, as oil is from water. Where Helena was cool, Brianna was warm. Helena's life was strictly regimented, whereas Brianna took life as it came, always enjoying the surprises. Brianna's condo was open to all comers and looked lived-in; Helena followed her guests around, constantly moving the used coffee cups to the sink where they would be washed before the users even noticed they were missing. Helena was the consummate hostess, with exquisite taste, but her sophistication was leavened by a wicked sense of humor and a vocabulary that could shame a sailor if she cared to use it. In social situations, men flocked to Helena, but she remained cool and aloof, an enigma.
Helena's world was much different from mine; she worked in high-finance, traveled the world and had, she once admitted, a man in every port. She and Brianna bonded over their children and often baby-sat for each other.
Both Brianna and Helena, being Asian, had beautiful soft skin, black hair and smooth bodies that can drive susceptible men wild.
I was, and am, susceptible to the charm and beauty of Asian women, which made Helena's occasional appearances welcome. Once in a while I thought I detected a "come hither" note in Helena's voice, and on one occasion she did invite me to call her if I got "bored" during one of Brianna's out of town trips.
Turning the corner toward Brianna's condo, I let the thoughts of Helena fade as I climbed the steps to the front door. I knocked once and waited. Knocking again I stood on tiptoe and tried to see in the kitchen window. The kitchen was dark in the fading light. I located the spare key, cunningly hidden under the mat and let myself in. "Hello," I called, "I'm here, Princess." No answer. I walked outside and checked the outdoor parking. Brianna's space was empty, obviously she had been detained at work, or perhaps she was at a school function. No matter, I returned to the kitchen and filled the kettle. Nothing like a good cup of tea to help pass the time.
"Hey, David, you in there?" Helena's voice was unmistakable. You could hear her laugh across a crowded room.
"In the kitchen," I replied.
"I saw you drive up a few minutes ago," she announced, as she breezed in.
"Brianna asked me to tell you she has a Parent-Teacher conference tonight and she couldn't reach you on your cell." "She said I should try to keep you amused until she gets home."
A momentary naughty vision flashed through my mind, and then disappeared.
"Thanks, Helena," I smiled, "I could sure use a nice cup of tea."
We left Brianna's condo and walked briskly toward Helena's place. She was wearing a loose cotton top and a pair of sweatpants. On another woman it might have appeared a bit dowdy, but she filled them out very nicely. From behind, I watched her ass move as she stepped out. Helena never wasted any motion; she was always on the move and seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of energy. Her ass was firm and it was obvious that she deliberately walked with a gait that showed it to its full effect.
Entering her condo, I closed the heavy wood door behind us. Her kitchen was spotless, as always, and she filled a kettle and placed it on the designer stove. She reached up to grab a mug from the kitchen cabinet and her top momentarily lifted, exposing the smooth, brown skin of her back.
I took a seat across the breakfast bar from her and gave her an appraising look. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled a smile that was just ambiguous enough to cause a slight rise in my body temperature.
"I guess Brianna told you that Chris and I called it quits," she said with just a trace of irony in her voice.
"I heard rumors to that effect," I replied, "I'm really sorry, you guys seemed well matched."
"Well, I thought so, too'" she said ruefully, "but he couldn't do for me the things I needed. There are things that I need that I don't want ask for. It takes intuition."
"Really? I replied, "that's interesting...... very interesting."
The squeal of the kettle boiling interrupted our conversation. She poured two cups and returned the kettle to the stove.
Raising her cup to her lips, she took a sip, and leaned forward toward me, her elbows on the counter.
"So, David, how are you and Brianna getting along?" she inquired, flashing her perfect white teeth in a smile that I found slightly unnerving, though not unpleasantly so.
As she spoke, she leaned forward for emphasis, and her low-cut top drooped. I was treated to a view of her luscious cleavage, and it was apparent that she was getting her underwear advice from Britney since she was not wearing a bra. She seemed not to notice my admiring glance and leaned closer, her eyes on my face.
"Brianna and I are doing well," I replied. "We enjoy our time together and keep our relationship fresh by sharing from time to time."
"Sharing?" Helena's face brightened visibly. She stood up quickly and moved to my side of the counter. "Do tell. Don't leave anything out. I know you guys get naughty, but Brianna keeps so much to herself."
Turning on my stool, I faced her, and placed my hands on her hips. Opening my legs I gently pulled her to me, my knees on either side of her. She smelled clean and freshly scrubbed
"Yes, sharing," I said quietly. "We've even contemplated what it would be like to include you in our bed."
"Brianna did mention it to me once," Helena whispered, her lips nearly brushing my ear," but I never really felt the time was right, what with my relationship with Chris taking sooo much work." But, now".......... Her voice trailed off.
She gave a small sigh and I felt her hands on my thighs, sliding up to my waist. She pulled my shirt out of my waistband and I felt her soft hands on my bare skin.
"I've always admired your body," she whispered, "you seem quite fit, though I've never had the opportunity to find out."
She bowed her head and rested her forehead on my chest. I put my face into her hair and inhaled her essence. I ran my fingers through her silky black hair; she sighed and leaned heavily into me. Grabbing two fistfuls of her hair, I firmly pulled her head up and kissed her.
Her lips were soft and she tasted slightly of the sugar in her tea. Our tongues teased each other and her hands slid up and down my back.
Our breathing became more rapid and I couldn't conceal my quickly hardening cock. She pressed her groin firmly into mine and I heard her moan quietly.
Still holding her head back, I traced the outline of her throat and chest with my lips. I slid my tongue into her cleavage and reveled in the softness of her breasts. I could see her nipples becoming erect, their dark brown complementing her tan skin.
Releasing my grip with one hand, I lifted her top and cupped one of her firm breasts, her nipple between thumb and forefinger. On an impulse, I squeezed it hard and pulled it, watching the skin stretch.
Helena cried out softly, and exhaled sharply.
"Mmmmmm," she whispered, "I like that, David."
I squeezed harder, and I felt her hands unbuckling my belt.
Lifting her top more I slid my head lower and began to kiss her breasts, her hard nipples between my lips, holding them gently with my teeth, nibbling them, feeling her breath on my cheek as she rubbed her face in my hair.
Abruptly, she disengaged and walked to each window in turn, closing the drapes and the Venetian blinds. The lights dimmed as she slid the controls toward "naughty" position. "With my job, I can't risk giving a show for the neighbors," she smiled as she returned to where I sat; "Now, where were we?"
Aaah, Helena. always practical.
Taking another sip of her tea, she walked slowly around me, her hands brushing my thighs, my chest, and then to my face. "Brianna tells me you never fail to give satisfucktion, is that true?" she inquired.
