Here's my second attempt at a story, I hope you all like it. There will be more chapters to come if you guys like it. Feel free to leave a comment or constructive critique. Enjoy!
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I pulled up in my rental car to my parent's home. It looked about the same as I'd remembered with a few changes. My old basketball hoop had been taken down from above the garage door, the vines had climbed the white brick just a bit more, but for the most part it was the home I'd known. It'd been 6 years since I lived here, I'd long given back my key, so I was forced to ring the bell.
I expected my younger brother Terry to answer to door but I was altogether pleased that he did not. Instead a beautiful young woman opened the door and greeted me.
"You must be Owen," she said. She had a pleasant voice, made all the more enticing by her Swedish accent.
"I am. I'm—I'm sorry, who are you?" I replied.
"Ah, yes, I'm Annika. I am Terry's au pair."
"Ohhh. That explains it. My mother must've forgotten to tell me. It's nice to meet you Annika."
"You as well."
"Let me get my bags from the car and I'll be right in."
"Do you need help?"
"No, I'll be fine, thanks."
I returned to the car and quickly grabbed my bags. It wasn't until I turned around that I got a really good look at Annika. She was gorgeous. In typical Swedish fashion she was tall, blonde and blue eyed. Her shorts earned their name, ending only an inch or two below her bottom, showing off her smooth tan legs. She wore a matching tank top that showed off her ample breasts, I'd guess at least 36C, which on her small waist were perfect.
"Coming?" she asked.
"Huh?" I replied dumbly.
"Are you planning on coming inside?"
I must've been standing there, staring. Real smooth. "Yeah, I'm coming."
She held open the door to the house and I walked inside. "Is Terry home?"
"No, he is with some friends. He probably won't be back until this evening."
"Damn. Well, I guess I'll go unpack in my room. I'll get out of your hair."
"Owen..."
"Yeah, Annika?"
"If you are tired you may go to your room. But if you would like, I'm going to use the pool. You may join me if you would like. There aren't as many other au pairs in the neighborhood as I would have hoped. It would be nice to talk to someone around my age. It would not be an...what is the word?"
"Imposition."
"Hm."
"It wouldn't be an imposition. I think that is the word you want."
"Yes! That is what I meant."
"Uh, sure, let me unpack and I'll be back down."
I went up to my old bedroom. My parents had left it as it was when I was 18. Old posters of rock bands hung on the walls, one of my guitars was still in its stand. I looked at the bookcases; play after play lined each shelf. I set my suitcase down at the foot of my bed and started to unpack when something caught my eye. A magazine had been sandwiched between my mattress and box spring. I pulled it out; as I suspected it was an old Playboy. For shits and giggles I decided to look through it again. I turned past the boring interviews everyone says they read and got straight to the good stuff. Picture after picture off full-breasted babes. One beauty in particular caught my eye.
She had light brown skin and striking green eyes. Curly black hair fell about her face. She was kneeling on a bed, legs spread so her pussy was visible and holding each of her large breasts in her hands. The next picture was of her on all fours more or less. She was on her elbows and biting one of her fingers while she lifted her prominent ass into the air. Needless to say, I'd become aroused. But then I heard a splash. Annika must be in the pool now, best not to keep her waiting, I thought to myself.
I quickly fished out my swim trunks and began to undress. My erection made this problematic. I'm not that big, a little over six inches, but as any guy knows trying to shove and erection into your shorts isn't the most comfortable thing. I finally got them on and headed downstairs, hoping my excitement would subside. I should've known that wouldn't happen around Annika.
"I was thinking you'd forgotten about me!" called Annika. She was leaning on the pools edge, the rim of the pool creating a ledge for her breasts to perch on. "I was getting so lonely..." she pouted a bit. It seemed Annika was a bit of a tease.
"The best things come to those who wait." I replied. She laughed. "I hope I didn't keep you too long."
"No, it's fine. I was out here for a few minutes and decided I needed to dive in. The water looked too perfect not too. Are you coming in?"
"In a moment, I've got to apply sunscreen first."
"Ah, yes, good idea, I'll put some more on. I did a few hours ago but I should probably get put some more on. Don't want to burn!!" She hopped enthusiastically out of the pool and I was able to get a get look at her. Her stomach finally revealed, it was as appetizing as the rest of her. It was toned but not too much and her belly button sported a small teardrop shaped jewel piercing. The top of her bikini was white, which contrasted nicely with her skin, as well as showed off her lovely breasts. But it was her bottoms that really caught my eye. They were navy blue. And a thong. The bottoms were tied on with two strings, joined at each hip. I couldn't help but stare, and Annika noticed.
"Don't worry, I don't wear these when anyone else is around. I would scar Terry if he saw me in these." She ran her finger seductively under the waistband, almost as if she were about to pull them off.
"I don't know if scar is what I was thinking."
"Naughty, naughty!" She laughed. "Do you need me to apply to your back?"
"Sure, thank you." It's true I did need her help, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that the prospect of her running her hands over me weighed equally, if not more, in my thinking.
"You are very solid," she admired, "like a rock. You must exercise a lot"
"You kind of have to in my world."
"Your mother said you were an actor?"
"That's right."
"You live in New York?" As I said this Annika had begun to knead some of my muscles, like a massage. I couldn't help it and let out a soft grunt.
"Yeah. I left D.C. when I was 18 for school. But I auditioned for a play down here, up there, and I got it. So now I'm home."
"New York seems so wonderful. I've always wanted to visit. Turn."
"I'm sorry?"
"Turn around, I'll get your chest too since I'm here."
"Oh, you don't have to do that"
"It's no problem. It's not an...imposition? Yeah"
"Alright, if you insist."
The truth was, it was no trouble at all. Annika's hands had felt heavenly on my back.
"I'm sure you'll return the favor. Wow, look at your stomach." She ran her fingers over it, and then without warning punched it. It wasn't that hard a punch, but it did surprise me. "Oh, I'm sorry. I...just...I love six packs."
"It's okay, it didn't hurt."
"Good." She took more sunscreen and began to rub it into my chest. She was forceful and I could tell she was taking every opportunity to enjoy touching my muscles.
"So Annika, what made you want to become an au pair?"
"Well, I wanted to travel, especially to the U.S. and I wanted to study here and make and save some money, so becoming an au pair was a good choice."
"What are you saving for?"
"Well, it would be nice to have some spare money, but I want to become an international lawyer and part of that would be taking some time to study the American legal system. School in cheap in Sweden, here not so much."
"That's true. I was worried I wouldn't be able to attend NYU because of costs. But it worked itself out. Hahaha." As we'd been speaking Annika had begun running her hands over my stomach, in between my abs and it tickled me.
"Someone is ticklish."
"Only a little. Do you like the U.S. so far?"
"The U.S. is a very friendly place but it is very conservative." As she said this, her hands had dipped lower until they were right above the waistband of my shorts. Remember how I had said I was aroused before. Up until now I'd done a very good job of keeping all my sexual attraction at bay, but now it was becoming difficult. She looked up at me as she grasped at the fabric of the snap of my shorts, "No one is permissive enough here." She held her eye contact, as if asking permission. I nodded. She unbuttoned the snap of my shorts.
"It's very important to apply at the waist, often your bottoms move around and you end up with a burn," she said innocently. She slowly applied sunscreen right where my waistband was now loose. I could feel her fingertips, only a few inches lower and they'd be on my hard cock. She worked her way to the back of my shorts, still only a few inches away from wildly inappropriate. As she moved back to the front it felt as if her hand was slowly sliding downward. My breath was coming hard, her fingers so close to my cock. She quickly withdrew her hand. "You should be safe with that. My turn please."
"Of course" I said, very eagerly. Probably too eagerly, but I needed to do anything to resume physical contact with her.
"Would you mind getting my back?"
She laid down on one of the collapsible deck chairs to give me access to her back. I quickly grabbed the sunscreen, ready to apply. I poured a little into my hand and began to work it into her skin. It was hard to tell whether she had meant for the contact between us to be so sexual so I decided to make more conversation.
"What do you like to do in your free time?"
"Well, school is not in session right now. I would do that if I could. Terry is always off with his friends so that leaves me plenty of time to read. I like to lounge out here and read."
I continued applying the sunscreen but I ran into the back strap of her top.
"Just slide your hand under it to apply. It's such a difficulty getting the top back on. If I undo it, it seems like my breasts shift a little and then it's very difficult." Combined with her talking about her breasts the act of my hand sliding under the strap felt inappropriate, and incredibly erotic. Something about the pressure of the strap made it feel very sexual.
"Thank you. This is great. I have another favor to ask you. Can you sunscreen my bottom? It's hard to make sure I get every little spot."
"Sure!" again very eagerly. But I was beginning not to care. I got on my knees in between her legs and began to slowly work both my hands on her ass cheeks. I was firm and used slow swirling motions. I realized that if I pushed both cheeks apart I could expose a bit of her pussy. The smell immediately rushed up to my nose.
"This is very nice,'' she sighed.
