A recent letter from a fan asking for a new chapter of this series inspired me to deliver. See readers – I do listen to you! – BrettJ
For the first time in a number of weeks, Mindi was in a tremendous mood. Jack and Jill were going on a vacation Friday night until Monday night and had given their daughter permission to have friends over and a small –
reasonable
, her mother had said – party.
"Just remember Mindi, there are condoms in the medicine cabinet if you decide to ... you know," Jill had told her daughter, who rolled her eyes.
"God mother, it's not going to be
that
kind of party!" Mindi said, feeling her cheeks flush.
"You need to lighten up, darling!" Jill said, giving her daughter a hug and making the blonde slightly uncomfortable. "Your father and I weren't exactly monks when we were your age, you know. We went to more than our share of – parties."
Mindi thought one day, she really should have a chat with her parents – they were pretty cool, as parents went. Mindi wasn't one of those kids of her generation who thought older people didn't have anything cool to contribute – both Al and Robert had proved that – over and over again.
Mindi found herself getting horny and contemplated calling Sascha for a little playtime when she heard the phone ring. Her mother's voice rang out "Mindi, can you come here for a minute?"
She went into the kitchen where her mother was having coffee. Mindi sat down and crossed her legs, wondering what her Mom wanted.
"Mindi, that was a Mr. Williamson on the phone for you, how do you know him?"
Mindi almost went into a panic, but she always thought on her feet. Regaining her composure, she said "He's a friend of Sascha's I've met a few times Mom, why? She didn't think the real answer
Well Mom, he's the hunky older stud who took my virginity and I spent a great night fucking
would go over that well.
Fortunately, Jill took her daughter's word at face value. "Oh, I see. He was calling to ask if you'd consider house-sitting for him this weekend. You impressed him as a very responsible person and wanted to call and see if you'd consider it. I have no objections if you want to do it, he'd want you tomorrow and Saturday night, you could still have your gathering Sunday. He said he's willing to pay you $150, do you want to do it, honey?"
Mindi smiled and realized she could use the money to help her throw a truly outstanding party, so she just nodded and said "Sure Mom – I'll call him back and tell him I'd be happy to."
Mindi went upstairs, got out her Cell and dialed Al's number. She was quite happy to hear his rich, husky voice again, and she wondered if she might be able to sneak in a quick fuck with him at some point. She was further encouraged when he said "Bring a bikini, we have a pool. You don't have to bring much else, just go casual. You won't need it." Mindi was hoping desperately that Al was hinting, so she switched to her cutest red shorts, a too-snug white top with a light sports bra underneath, her runners and tiny socks. Ideally, this stuff would be easy to strip off fast, if necessary. She packed an overnight bag and went down the stairs, her mother coming out of the kitchen.
"Well – don't
you
look nice and summery. Here are the keys, your father and I will be home late Monday night or early Monday morning. It's a big responsibility, looking after someone's home Mindi, so do a good job and ..."
"
Motherrrr
," Mindi groaned. "I am not a child."
Mindi's mother nodded and went back into the kitchen, Mindi went outside. A few minutes later, Al pulled up in an MG, she put her bag in the trunk and got in. He gave her a big smile.
"Don't you look cute," Al grinned.
Mindi smiled back. "I'd give you a kiss, but I'm sure there are people watching."
Al nodded. "No worries, I'm glad you could do this. It's really going to help me out."
"Cool." Mindi leaned in and whispered "So – where are we
really
going?"
"My house," Al said, dashing Mindi's hopes. She really
was
going to house-sit? Shit. Oh well, her normally chipper mood took over. She did need the money, she imagined Al had a nice home, maybe she could invite Sascha over tonight for a movie and some fun and a swim. Then, she thought,
there's the party to look forward to – maybe Mom's right, I should try for a little naughty fun. I can invite Glenda, Brian, K'Yawna – don't know her that well yet – gotta invite Wade ... the twins and ...
"Mindi."
"Oops, sorry Al – or should I call you Mr. Williamson – I zoned out for a minute there, didn't I?"
"Not a problem. We're here."
Mindi just took it all in, the opulence. She'd heard of mansions before and some of her parent's friends had money but this – wow! The home had to be on acres of property, even the driveway went on for a while, she could barely make out the gates. The home was – she would have said stately – at least ten bedrooms, the grounds immaculately landscaped, shrubs and trees trimmed, gorgeous roses and azaleas growing everywhere, lawn perfect. She got her bag from the car and nodded as Richards came to take the car to the garage, smiling at her.
"Come on in Mindi, I hope you'll have a nice stay," Al smiled as he led her inside. She didn't miss him checking out her shorts-covered tush – meant he was still interested, a good sign, she thought.
The inside was even more opulent, if possible. The foyer was large enough to have a dance in, marble floor and huge, high ceilings with cut-crystal chandeliers. The furnishings matched to a "T" and everything was in its place. There was a long winding staircase leading upstairs, Mindi wasn't sure where she was expected to stay, but reckoned it would be the fanciest hotel she'd ever been in.
"Al – your home – it's fabulous!" Mindi gushed.
"Thank You. We do our best."
The voice came from the staircase and down it came a beautiful, caramel-skinned woman Mindi would have assumed to be in her early-30's, somewhat younger than Al. Her jet black hair hung to her waist and she was in a light, cream colored gown slit up one side. Her legs were sleek and long, like a model's, and she wore high-heeled sandals with straps that criss-crossed up her legs. Al had slept with
her
when he had this to come home to?
The woman came to Mindi and took her hands, clasping them gently. "Hello Mindi, I'm Shalimar, Al's wife. We're so happy to have you here and hope you enjoy your stay."
"Shalimar. What a lovely name, it's unique, but it suits you."
"Thank you, dear. We're so glad you could be here this weekend, we appreciate it." Mindi enjoyed hearing the beautiful, exotic woman speak; her voice was soft and melodious, like a soft chime. She also had a quiet, subtle grace about her.
"I'm glad I can help you out – where would you like me to sleep?" Mindi asked.
"Oh, you can sleep in our room," Shalimar told her.
"Oh? Well, I guess if you're going away, you won't ..."
"Going away? We're not going away."
Mindi's jaw just about dropped to the marble floor, Shalimar led her to an ornate, plush chair in their spacious Living Room and sat her down. The pretty, blonde teen didn't seem to be able to speak.
"I'm sorry we've shocked you Mindi dear, and don't worry, you're going to earn the money Al promised you. I know about your evening with my husband dear – it was very hot and erotic, it got me all – warm."
"You know?" Mindi knew about swingers, obviously that was true of Al and his sensual wife – but why would he prefer her over this stunning, unique beauty.