I just turned thirty and made partner at my firm. I have two great kids and a wonderful wife who I started dating when we were in high school. We went to different universities and then she went on to get a Masters and I went to law school.
Obviously we have both dreamt of all the material luxuries that accompany our new combined salaries, but the first thing we did was hire a maid. Sounds weird but oh how nice it is to sleep in on the weekends and have someone else make breakfast, clean the dishes, wash and fold the clothes, etc. etc.
My best friend is married to a Hispanic woman, and they have three children. Their maid told them that her niece in El Salvador wanted to come to the US but needed to find a job first. She thought of us.
I wanted first to ensure that she was coming to the states legally, and then get some letters of recommendation in order to get a feeling for her. Seeing as how she was going to be a live-in, we had to be careful whom we brought into the house. My friend's maid said not to worry, that she had known this girl since she was born, and that she would be fully responsible for her actions. Plus, she assured me her niece had a valid US visa.
With that, we agreed on paying her $1000 month for the first three months to see if it worked out or not. The aunt agreed.
Two weeks later there was the aunt knocking on our door with Giselle at her side. No beauty queen, but not bad either. She was about 5'4", black hair, medium sized breasts and thin. Average face, tan complexion, and I calculated her to be around 20 years old.
We spoke for a while in her very broken English, we introduced her to the kids who took to her very well, showed her around the house, and then took her down to the basement room we had set up for her with her own bath.
The aunt left, and there we were with another person living under our roof.
The first weeks were strange. It's bizarre having somebody do all your chores. The cooking had to be worked on a little but all in all she adjusted quite well.
Of course, having another female in the house caught my attention on several occasions. It turns out she had a fantastic body. Her ass was nice and appeared to be very tight, she had nice legs and a slender waist. She was always very friendly and each day appeared to feel more and more at home in her new surroundings.
Kate and I had agreed that Sundays and Mondays would be Giselle's days off. Consequently, on Sundays when I would be sipping on my coffee I would catch a glimpse of her in the kitchen in some very short shorts. Reaching up to the cupboards her t-shirt would ride up her torso and her legs and ass would flex something fierce. Unfortunately, the first time this happened she caught me red-handed staring straight at her ass.
I blushed and pretended to be reading the paper but she knew. This went on for several weekends in a row and progressed in ways that made me feel increasingly uncomfortable. When June rolled around, on one Sunday we had gone out to lunch but returned earlier than usual because Kate fell ill. We pulled into the garage and Kate went up stairs to bed and the kids to change into their swimsuits. When I looked outside, there was Giselle lying on her stomach completely naked on one of the chaise lounge chairs. She was all oiled up and had the portable radio blaring next to her. I assume her legs were spread wide so she could tan her inner thighs and her butt was slightly raised, for what, I don't know.
In order not to embarrass her too much, I decided to knock on the den window that looked out to were she was. Unfortunately the music was so loud she didn't hear me, so I went outside and called out to her. Nothing. Of course, as I drew closer, I couldn't help but admire that fabulous ass of hers. It was perfectly rounded and standing out proud. No stretch marks anywhere, and everything was exactly where it should be. Youth.
Finally I was about ten feet away and yelled out again. She jumped and in that specific moment I caught a glimpse of two very beautiful tits. I would say about 34 C, nice and very firm, with nice size areolas, maybe a 1 Β½" to 2" in diameter. Anyway, she was completely startled. Instinctively she grabbed the towel off the chair and covered herself up, and started excusing herself profusely in that awful English, but, I didn't know if it was the circumstances, the giddiness, the nerves or what, but she was giggling.
I also apologized for startling her and explained that I knocked on the window and called out her name from the door but that the radio was way too loud. She turned around and bent over to shout the radio off while trying to also cover backside, and at that precise moment the kids ran in and jumped in the pool.
I retired to the den with visions of that incredible oiled up ass on my mind.
Another week passed and my wife was leaving with her sister and her sister's kids for a week in Cape Cod. She left on Saturday morning and there I found myself all alone with little 19-year-old Giselle.
Saturday was uneventful. I went to the office for a while, hit nine holes at the club after lunch with my good friend, and then headed home. I had my dinner in front of the TV, and that was that. As Giselle picked up the plates and what not, I did notice her much more relaxed. She was barefoot, wearing those infamous short shorts again, and a light t-shirt. I'm no expert, but I could swear she wasn't wearing a bra.
Anyway, after she washed the dishes I invited her to sit down with me and chat (as best we could). I discovered that she was really just a kid. She had graduated from high school and wanted to work for a year in the states in order send some money to her mom and save up some for college back in El Salvador. Plus, seeing as how she was living with a "gringo" family, her English would improve drastically.
I asked her what she did for fun back home. Dancing, clubbing and bar hopping. Sounded like a typical teen to me. She missed home and especially going out for a beer.
Having said that, I told her to get two out of the fridge and have one with me. She was overjoyed.
"Reeeely Meeester Livingston?"