I'm Brett, a fairly typical 38 year old divorcee. I enjoy frequenting the local supermarket during tourist season in my home town, not because I fancy the crowds, but because of the seasonal help. Since the beginning of tourist season two 19 year old Estonian women have been working as baggers and stock clerks there. That's because there aren't enough local teens of working age to fill the job openings the increased traffic in tourist season create, and a local travel agency has contacts in Estonia.
I know that stereotypes are almost never true. Asian men are the smartest, Chinese women the most controlling, black men the best athletes, French women the slimmest, Latin men the best lovers, British women the most buxom, etc., etc. In my experience all bullshit, normally based upon a small, though perhaps highly visible, sampling. Therefore I don't take the stereotype of Estonian women being tall, blond, blue-eyed beauties with shapely butts and legs, and perky tits, and oozing sexuality, seriously.
By the way, Kerli and Grete, the two Estonian young women, are tall, blond, blue-eyed beauties with shapely butts and legs, and perky tits, who ooze sexuality -- can you believe it?
I speak Finnish, which is closely related to Estonian, Kerli's and Grete's native tongue. Every opportunity I got I tried to speak with Kerli and Grete in their language. They really seemed to enjoy my attempts to speak Estonian, and took great pleasure in correcting my Finnish pronunciation and words to make them "Estonie." I would be sure to get into the checkout lane one of them was bagging in and ask them to help me get my groceries to the car (I can only bench press 300 lbs., so I really need help in lifting those bags into my trunk). Whenever possible I would go at non-peak times so that I could chat with (and ogle) them more leisurely.
When it was getting near the end of tourist season my single nephews, 21 and 22 year old sons of my older sister, visited. Craig and Kevin are smart, fun-seeking "kids" who love their uncle Brett. I suspect that it is primarily because they love my speed/wake-boarding boat, my large stock of beer, booze, and gourmet food, and my luxury beach house. Anyway, being typical horny young men, by the second day of their visit they were anxious for some female companionship.
"Hey UB," short for "Uncle Brett," Craig bellowed, "Kevin and I are going to the local public beach. If we find some girls who want to ski or wake-board, can we invite them back?"
"Sure. But no more than five."
With mock disappointed looks on their faces in unison they said "What a kill joy you are UB," as they laughed and exited.
Within two hours Kevin and Craig were back -- with four girls. Kerli, Grete, and two very shapely 21 year old brunette friends (named Christy and Julie) of my Estonian heart throbs. I'm not embarrassed to say that when I saw Kerli and Grete my heart skipped a beat. They were surprised to see that I was "UB," but obviously pleased. Each gave me a big hug, a bigger smile, and blabbered something in Estonian that I think indicated they were off work the next two days and happy to be there.
I was super charged anticipating seeing Kerli and Grete in their bikinis, and I wasn't disappointed. As soon as we got on the boat all four girls took their cover-ups off. Thank God I have mirrored wrap-around sunglasses and loose fitting trunks because I know my eyes were bigger than tennis balls and my dick well on its way to attention as soon as their cover-ups hit the deck.
I mean, come on. Get serious. There is no way anyone could be that gorgeous! Either Kerli or Grete was the most perfect female specimen I had ever seen live, in print, or on a computer screen. You can't get better than perfect, so I gave up trying to see which one was better looking.
All four of the girls were quick learners, and were skiing and boarding up a storm, even two at once. When they weren't skiing I put Kerli and Grete in the front of the boat for "weight distribution;" or was it so it was easier to ogle them? I can't remember. Anyway, my nephews hot dogged just like you would expect of macho early twenties guys, doing 360s on the wake board, and occasionally wiping out dramatically, eliciting joyful shrieks from the girls.
After an entire afternoon of fun in the sun, we headed back to my house and I offered everyone dinner and drinks -- eagerly accepted by all. I had been to the supermarket so many times (I wonder why) that I had just about every food imaginable. I cooked to order, and took special care to make Kerli and Grete what they liked. As I was barbecuing the pork cutlets and roasting the potatoes Kerli and Grete ordered (and that I was going to partake of with them), I wondered how in the hell they could stay so slim if they ate those foods regularly in Estonia. My nephews and the brunettes were happy with steak, salad, and corn on the cob.
After a fun-filled dinner of good food and drink, my nephews cleared the table and did the dishes while the girls and I played pool and foosball, joined by Craig and Kevin when they were done cleaning up. It was getting close to 9 p.m. when Julie indicated she had to leave because she worked late nights at a local nightclub. She invited the others to come enjoy themselves there, and promised that she could get Kerli and Grete in even though they weren't 21 yet. Kerli and Grete whispered to each other in Estonian.
My nephews quickly got dressed in party garb, Julie drove her car to her apartment to change, and the guys drove the other girls to their places to change clothes too. All except Kerli.
"So Brett, you going with?"
"No Kerli, I'm not putting a damper on my nephews' fun."
"What you do, then?"
"I thought I would watch a new DVD I just got."
