When my neighbor Leila called and asked if I would drop off my kids at her pool, it sounded like a great idea. My wife wanted to spend the day shopping for our kitchen remodel. I figured I could leave them at Leila's and have enough time to do some work at my office. I was way behind after a trip to Chicago to give a presentation on derivatives to a new client.
The following is true. It could only be true because it is so fucking weird.
Leila is my wife's friend. I changed her name for this story. She is half Egyptian, half Greek, born in So California. She has dark skin; raven-black, lustrous hair; she is what my friends used to call "curvy" - beautiful, generous breasts; smooth, accented ass; petite, but gorgeous body.
She usually wears very conservative clothes, like baggy jeans, billowy dresses, flip flops. I noticed her beautiful hot body only because I am that type. And my wife told me that when they went to their women-only gym, she wore skin tight spandex outfits that literally stopped some of the instructors in their tracks. She had a habit of rubbing her chest while she spoke in the gym, and when my wife gets home, she almost always runs right at me because she is so insanely turned on.
When I am at work, she calls, usually midway through fingering herself or using her brand new vibrator. I answer and say things like, "Okay, I see" to get her through it. Once I get home, a handjob and description of Leila's outfit greet me near the door (if we are alone, of course).
Anyhow, Leila had just finalized a divorce. Her husband was a mystery. He did not socialize much. He was about 20 years older than her and often away. Leila said that he was a much older family friend when she married as a late teen. It sounds contrived, but her family wanted her to marry rich since they were old fashioned and concerned that she have a lifestyle. Her husband was an okay guy, but being Greek born, we had little in common and I usually just let him tell me about his restaurant equipment business.
When I arrived at her home that morning, I was wearing a polo shirt, khaki shorts and sneakers. No one was going to be at my office in a nearby office park, so I did not need to wear my usual suit.
As the door opened, I almost lost it. Leila answered the door in a gold lame bikini, gold colored high heels and a white cover up blouse that just barely covered her just about perfect ass. The kids were so young that they did not realize a thing. They ran straight for the pool.
I will say this: I did not try to cover up my admiration anymore than she tried to cover up her extraordinary breasts. I lowered my sunglasses and smiled. I think I told her that I had never seen that bikini. She said that she knew and it was time that someone other than she and Raisa saw it.
Raisa. I am getting hard just thinking about her. I am furiously stroking my cock with one hand and typing with the other.
Raisa was Laila's Latvian nanny. Christ. She was absolutely perfect. Short blonde pixie cut; crystal blue eyes; slim shoulders; pert breasts; long legs; she wore a gold anklet that makes me want to come right now. She always, always, always wore high heels. She could be carrying a 2 year old to get a new diaper, and she had to be wearing 3 inch stilettos that clicked across the granite tiles of the kitchen. My wife said that at least two of her friends admitted to girl crushes on Raisa. She was number 3.
Raisa came into the hallway wearing a bikini that made Laila's look modest. It was a full on black thong with a black pushup bra with silver studs. She was pulling a wrap skirt around her slim waist, drawing my eyes to absolutely perfect abs.
She was smiling - she was always smiling. She spoke very little English but she absolutely adored her charges and Laila had no problems in communicating using common English phrases, hand signals and laughter. Somehow, they understood each other, always laughing.
