I don't know exactly how Margarita ended up coming to work for my parents, but she came across as a very vivacious Latina woman and I am glad it happened because Margarita became very friendly with me very quickly and seeing her naked, well let's just say, she is one fine looking woman. At first, she came across as plain and ordinary when she had her hair pulled tight into a bun while wearing her conservative cleaning uniform, but you can't let that outside wrapper fool you. Out of that uniform, with her long black hair flowing down her back, her amazing beauty, coupled with an athletic physique and a magnificent little ass, she gives you a totally different perspective. I'll admit, at first, she fooled me with it, but once I got beyond that professional shell, did I ever find out what a hot little firecracker she was. But before I get you too hot and bothered with Margarita, let me first give you a little background on how it lead up to this.
I absolutely love living here in Florida. I spend a lot of time at the beach doing outdoor water activities when I am not working. There is nothing like getting a sunny Florida weekend and hitting the wave runner, parasailing, fishing, snorkeling, or just taking in the amazing golden sights that walk scantily clad along the pristine sugar sand beaches. Like me, they too love Florida and they especially enjoy the kiss of sun on their hot little bodies. Many come to this paradise of a state to relax in the warm emerald green waters and enjoy everything that is Florida. Now, as for me, despite being almost 30 years old, I still thrive on the beach and I really appreciate working on my tan each year. Let's just say that I can really get a nice shade of brown, despite being a very Caucasian American male.
I have a pretty good job here in South Florida that pays well too and it allows me to be out in the sun a whole lot. But that isn't the only reason I love my job. It also has some wonderful fringe benefits as well. For instance, like periodically training some very beautiful life guard wannabees. So, when I am not working at the community college teaching people boating safety, first aid, training life guards, or giving safety classes on the dangers of Florida (like weather, riptides, and reptiles), I am usually at the beach. There is nothing like hearing the crashing of the waves onto the beach, seeing the dunes, the frothy surf...and all the lovely things that are attracted to beaches.
I live next to my parents but I could easily have my own place. I simply do this for my parent's sake because they like having me around to help them periodically. Plus they have a large beautiful ranch home with plenty of room set on two acres with saltwater pool and accompanying Jacuzzi while I have an unattached two-story studio which was converted into an apartment on the second floor. It is like very much like having my own place, except that it is situated on my parent's property, but not too close to their beautiful home. This allows all of us to have our own bit of privacy. So, technically, I really have my own place without having the burden of a house payment. I take care of my own expenses, electricity, and my car, but for the most part, I am very fortunate and independent.
For the past few weeks, I'd been working on my tan. I think I started back around the March spring break. My favorite time of year when all the crazy northerners start arriving like migrating Canadian geese to party in the Sunshine state and get a much needed break from college and their awful winter blues. Over the years, I've enjoyed plenty of dates and quite a few amazing evenings with some really hot college girls thanks to having some decent looks, a toned body from all my outdoor activities, a well-maintained tan, and being in close proximity to the beaches. This year was going good so far too. For only being out for six weeks, my skin was developing a lovely golden color that nearly gave me a "Latino" look, especially when you matched it with my very jet black hair. Personally, I even think my tan helped my relationship get going with Margarita too.
I had been working steady and when I wasn't training someone, I was usually close to a beach. So I did not notice that my older parents had contracted with a local custodial service to have someone come to the house a few days a week to help them take care of the house. It allowed them to enjoy time together without having to clean or maintain the home like they used to, plus it provided a job to someone who was willing to work. That is where Margarita rolled in.
I was doing some tedious things around the yard for my dad one day and I gathering all of his gardening stuff together so he could plant his annual garden and reap the benefits of home grown veggies. I had been so busy and preoccupied with what I was doing that I didn't see her at first, but as I walked to the outdoor shed, I turned around, and the next thing I knew, I was staring at a very pretty Latina maid decked out in a company uniform,. At first, I couldn't tell which company she was working for because I was too far from her to read the small uniform logo. For a few minutes I stood there and observed this golden-skinned beauty as she was shaking out the throw rugs and cleaning things around my parent's house that my mother was accustomed to doing. So I stopped what I was doing and casually walked over and introduced myself to her.
We made small talk, and at first, it was mostly me talking to her. I asked her name and she said Rita, but then told me that her real name is Margarita, it was just easier to go by Rita. So, I looked at her and asked her directly.
"So, can I call you Margarita?
"...I mean, it is such a very pretty name?"
She smiled, and said "Yeah, sure, you can, but Rita is okay...and what shall I call you sir?"
"Margarita, please...no...don't call me sir." I grimaced.
"First off, I am definitely not paying you, nor am I your boss, plus that term..."sir" makes me feel and sound old. Anyway, my name is Garrett, but you can call me "G" if you want."
She smiled back at me, "Okay Garrett."
We talked a few more minutes and I casually took notice that she didn't have a ring on her hand. After a few more minutes, she excused herself to get back to her new custodial duties. So, I went back to what I was doing...finishing up my yard work, but thinking about her. I finished up the things my dad needed done and then I headed for a much needed shower at my place.
Before I jumped in the shower, I walked over and peered out my back window. I could look directly out and down and see her in the garden, the backyard, or periodically on the back porch cleaning and tidying things up. She was a sight to behold. Her long black hair was pulled up so tight that I could not determine how long it was, but judging from the size of her bun, it had to be at least shoulder length. She had an amazing smile, a soothing Spanish accent, and an angelic face that screamed "I should be a model!" Her life circumstances didn't give her that modeling opportunity but she was making the best of it. She was about 5'4" and she had a really nice figure on her and I thought to myself, I would like to get to know her, much better.
So, over the next few weeks, I began talking with her more, getting to know more about her and trying to help her if I saw her doing things. I would purposely make sure things were cleaned up so she would have less work. I think she noticed what I was doing one day, but instead of getting praised, she questioned me harshly while I was in the house looking for something to eat in the fridge.
"Hey! Do you not want me to have this job, Garrett?" She said this sternly with flared nostrils and glowing eyes. She looked pissed.
"What" was all I said as I stared blankly back at her, not knowing what she meant at first. I quickly explained to her that I was only trying to help her by making her job easier and I certainly was not trying to take any work from her.
Just like that, she said "Um, I am sorry. I didn't mean to come across like a bitch. That was very thoughtful of you...so thank you, but you don't have to help me."
Then she brushed her fingertips over my hand as she slowly walked from the kitchen into the living room to finish her duties for the day. I swear, she was purposely shaking her lovely ass. I thought to myself, "Were those two actions intentional...hmm?"
Friday morning, before work, I scanned the weather and according to the local forecaster's predictions, the weekend was shaping up to be very pleasant, not too hot, no rain or even clouds in the forecast. So, after a quick cup of coffee and some toast, I headed to work. It was so slow and absolutely nothing was going on today. In fact, I barely saw anyone walking around the deserted campus. Needless to say, my morning dragged by slowly and by the afternoon, it was a complete ghost town on campus. No faculty, students, no calls, no training, and it seemed like everyone was taking off today except for me. So, without anything to do or anyone to train, I decided to take a few hours off. I headed to the house for my gear. I intended to go spend some more time at the beach, but instead of tanning, I was going to take in an afternoon of surf fishing down at the Point.
