After having incredible sex at the Finnish lakeside sauna, I suddenly found out that Kimmo was married. I had started to really like him and it was piercing to notice that I was not the only one. Luckily I still had an opportunity to meet him occasionally at the university, but also when babysitting his child. That is right, he was just 30 years, but he had a lovely daughter and even a stepson who had just graduated from high school. Kimmo was married to a woman who was some 10 years older than him and had this 19-year-old son from her previous marriage. Basically I felt a bit guilty because I had made Kimmo to cheat his wife, but on the other hand I had no idea that he had one – and secondly, it was definitely worth it.
The family lived in a house close to the city center, in a very pleasant and beautiful neighborhood. I suppose that Kimmo had thought that an Italian girl as a babysitter would be a good and educative experience for the kids, and that is why I was here. Or maybe he just wanted to show me his home, you never know. At that time I could only speak few words of Finnish, but he assured that they would not follow your orders anyway. This in mind I rang their doorbell for the first time.
Kimmo’s wife Nora opened the door. She smiled and asked me to come in. Their daughter Milla had had her fourth birthday party in the afternoon and the living room was full of pink balloons and steamers. Milla hugged Winnie the Pooh between the pink balloons (which were like Piglets). When she saw me, she ran to me and hugged my leg instead the bear. It was love at the first sight. Nora briefly introduced the house and Milla faithfully followed us. Oh God, she was so kind to me… Nora, I am so sorry that I slept with your dear husband! But my lips were sealed.
When Kimmo came downstairs, I could not help mentioning how handsome he was in his dark green suit. I quickly glanced at Nora, but she just seemed to be proud of her husband. They told me that Niko was in a floorball match but he should come home by 9 pm and that Milla should be asleep around that time. Then they left.
I had a great time with Milla and surprisingly she was sleepy enough to go to bed well in time. I started to browse the bookshelf. There were not too many English novels in the selection, and I ended up to the sensual ‘Emmanuelle’ by Emmanuelle Arsan. The story of Emmanuelle concerns a young Parisian who flies to Bangkok to join her diplomat husband. During the long flight she gets familiar with a man sitting right next to her in a dim cabin. Suddenly the hands of the stranger start caressing her – her breasts, her stomach, and finally her pussy. Emmanuelle’s fingers find their way to man’s undershorts and start fulfilling their demanding mission. Emmanuelle feels the giant penis pulsating in her hand and the fingers inside her vagina… The door slammed. Niko! I had forgotten that he could come home any moment.
I immediately stopped fingering myself, but I was afraid that the book, my excitement, or my aroma would reveal what I had been doing. I did not have time both to return the book and escape to the restroom. I left the book upside down on the table and ran upstairs. I washed my face, my hands and my pussy to avoid being caught in the act.