Author's Note: This was a true story that happened to a friend of mine back in his youth, and it intrigued me enough that I decided to write about it. There are a few details added in here and there to add more flavor, but overall it is a very accurate account of the people involved and what took place, told from my friend's point of view. Hopefully y'all enjoy it!
My name is Andrew and this story happened to me many years ago when I was eighteen and had just graduated from high school. I wanted to go to college, but I also wanted to take a year off first to save some money and recharge my mental batteries, so I took a few odd jobs here and there before finally settling in with a small outfit that did indoor house painting. When I say small outfit, I mean really small; basically one guy owned the company and he handled the business side as well as scouted jobs for the rest of us to complete. One day I received a job to paint a single room in a fairly upscale part of town, not rich but definitely upper middle class. Sometimes we worked in pairs, but with this being such a small assignment I was sent alone. I met the owner, Stan, who showed me where to start. He looked like your typical forty-ish white collar office worker. Some people I'd met like that could be standoffish or even rude, but Stan was surprisingly friendly. He stayed and chatted with me while I worked, and I learned that he had a job in one of the large skyscrapers downtown doing... I'm not sure what, but obviously it paid well considering the home and area he lived in.
I finished the painting a few hours later, well before I was expected to, and Stan complimented me on the quality and speed of my work. He said there was another room they were considering having painted as well, but that he needed to speak to his wife one last time before committing to it. I had another job waiting for me that day, but the owner's wouldn't be home to let me in for a few hours.
"Why don't you wait here for a bit?" Stan offered. "My wife should be home soon." Normally I would decline such an offer, it just felt weird 'hanging out' with the clients, but Stan had such an engaging personality that I accepted. I was even more impressed when showed me the big screen TV in his living room. We sat and chatted while we watched TV. It was a hot day and he was even nice enough to offer me a beer.
"Thanks Stan (yes, we were already on a first name basis), but I do have to work later today and I don't think it would look very good if I had the smell of alcohol on my breath."
"Ha, you're right of course," he laughed, "how about a soda instead?"
We continued watching TV and chatting, and I discovered that like me Stan was a big football fan. That topic enveloped our conversation until the sound of the front door opening drew our attentions away.
"Hi honey," Stan smiled, "this is Andrew. He just finished painting and I wanted to see if you wanted to get the other room done as well."
"Andrew, this is my wife, Gabriela, and our son Jacob."
Considering her importance to this tale, I should probably take some time to describe Gabriela, but first I'll mention what I wasn't expecting, the toddler that ran in just before her. I don't have much to say about Jacob right now, other than he was a cute kid who looked to be about two years old. That leaves us with Gabriela.
There's so much to say about her that I'm not even sure where to start. I guess I could begin with her age; she looked much younger than Stan, I would find out afterwards that she was twenty eight, exactly ten years older than me. Unlike Stan, whose complexion was kind of a pasty white, Gabriela had a light brown skin tone. I found later than she was Colombian, although the heavy accent she spoke with made it already clear that she wasn't from around here. She was tall, about 5'9", with a slim but fit physique, although she had plenty of sexy curves too, such as the C cup breasts that I noticed prominently filling out the t-shirt underneath as Gabriela took off her jacket. Her ass was a medium size, maybe even a little small, but still very attractive as well, and looked smooth and sexy in the skinny jeans she was wearing. I would later learn that a t-shirt and jeans was Gabriela's typical choice for attire, which she usually wore with her spiked black high heels when she went out. She wasn't the most girly girl when it came to clothing, and certainly dressed down compared to the amount of money they clearly had, but she always looked great in my opinion. And if anything, her simple attire made her seem more approachable and down to earth, which Gabriela was for the most part. Her best feature was easily her pretty face, which was long and narrow with captivating cheekbones. She had a gorgeous smile too, the type that could light up a room, especially if accompanied with her sweet laugh. All of that perfectly framed with long, black wavy hair. If I sound smitten, it's because I was from the moment I saw Gabriela. I don't know what came over me, I wasn't usually the type to be so strongly attracted to a woman like this, let alone one that had her husband and child with us in the same room, but it had happened.
I followed along, watching in silence as Stan and Gabriela went to the room they wanted painted, discussing how they wanted it done, pretending as if I were taking mental notes of what they were saying as I tried to recover from the thunderbolt I'd been hit by from Gabriela's entrance. Even if her attire wasn't anything special, other things certainly compensated for it, like the way she moved and walked, which practically oozed sensuality. Finally, Stan and Gabriela settled on what they wanted me to do. Unlike the previous job I'd done for them this one was going to require a lot more time and effort, as it ended up not being merely one room but several, including the hallway between all the rooms as well.
"Okay, just call my boss and book something with him," I told them.
"Andrew, we'd prefer if you did the whole thing yourself," Stan replied. "Do you think your boss would agree to that?"
"Maybe, maybe not," I ruminated. "Sometimes he just likes to get jobs done ASAP. And if I can brag to you for a moment, I am his best worker, so oftentimes he likes to have me available to pair with one of the weaker guys."
"Then how about we skip the middleman and just hire you ourselves?" Stan suggested. "The work doesn't have to be done right away, so tell your boss you're going on vacation for a week and then come work here instead. I'll even pay you the same amount I'd be paying to go through your company."
I wasn't crazy about the idea even though I was pretty sure I could get the week off without a problem. My boss was a nice guy, so the idea of going behind his back didn't sit particularly well with me. I agreed to it though, and it wasn't because I'd be making more money. It was Gabriela. I simply felt entranced around her and was desperate to spend any time I might get with her. Today was a Saturday, which explained why Stan was home, but this next job would be done during the week, when Stan would be at the office, and getting the chance to be alone with Gabriela was too tempting for me to pass up. Of course, her son would be home too, but that didn't matter. I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen, I just wanted to get to know her better.
It was a couple of weeks later before I was able to get the needed time off. My boss wasn't too thrilled about it, but of course this story isn't about him. I was anxious, almost excited to get whatever time I could with Gabriela, and in this respect what ended up happening managed to exceed my expectations. I had hoped to get the opportunity to speak with her here and there, but instead she spent hours at a time with me as a worked, often with Jacob in the next room playing or doing whatever while she kept an eye on him. It didn't take long before I felt like I got to know Gabriela really well, mostly because of how open she was talking about herself. There didn't seem to be any topic she was uncomfortable with either; for instance it was only after a few hours into my first day that she admitted that she and Stan had married through a mail order bride service.
"You had suspected this, no?" Gabriela said with a soft chuckle.
"I didn't really think about it before, but I guess it does explain a lot," I replied sheepishly.
