Karen and Fernanda met in part 3 of the 5-part story 'The Estate Agent'. You don't have to read it to enjoy this standalone story; but why not look it up if you enjoy this?
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I turned into the driveway of the Keels' house, with extremely mixed feelings about why I was there: guilt, panic, lust...
I wasn't there to help the sale of the house go through, although that's what I had told my boss. I wasn't there to meet the clients, John and Jessica; or even the prospective buyer Paul, because none of them were there. In fact, there would be only one person there this afternoon. Someone else who had worked for the Keels' for some years. A person I had met just a handful of times, yet already knew extremely intimately.
Fernanda.
She worked for the Keels as a maid, as well as helping in the garden. She had invited me to come here, alone, in the middle of the day.
And she had the body of a goddess.
I mean, I was no train-wreck. In fact, I think I'm pretty bloody hot. And most men seemed to think the same of my long red hair, pert boobs, and long legs capped with a firm heart-shaped arse. But Fernanda was a woman no-one could resist. An all-natural Spanish knockout, with luscious womanly curves in all the right places - and none of the wrong ones. And as if her body, her face, and her dirty smile weren't enough, she had a voice of liquid honey. She could seduce a statue just by saying hello.
In retrospect, I had fallen a little in love with her at first sight, when she had been weeding the garden. But then, she had been wearing a white crop-top three sizes too small, and denim hotpants so tiny they were practically a thong!
Fernanda had me reconsidering my whole lifestyle, and sexual orientation. I was pretty sure I still fancied men! But ever since our experiences under the watchful eyes of the Keels', my eyes had been opened to the beauty around me. I found myself 'checking out' other women. My head turning when a pretty girl walked by. So I was starting to think that maybe I was really bi. After all, I had come here in the afternoon today. I had lied to my colleagues about why I was coming - and there was just one reason I
had
come. To spend the afternoon alone with a beautiful woman.
I walked up to the door, and stepped in, ringing the doorbell as I did. As was now habit, my fingers moved to my blouse, and started to unfasten buttons. Oh - had I not mentioned how the Keels had taught me to be a submissive exhibitionist? To strip naked whenever I entered their home? Taken hundreds of photos of me naked? How they had introduced me to Fernanda, and the joys her body could bring? Well, I've told that story elsewhere - this is about making my own choices, not fulfilling
their
fantasies.
Why are you doing that? The Keels' aren't here - your Master and Mistress. Maybe you don't have to get naked the moment you step inside
came a voice in my head. True enough, I supposed. But it seemed pretty likely that Fernanda would be nude - and we both knew what I had come down for.
I saw a figure appear in the hall; and through the glass, it was clear that not only was it Fernanda; but she was as naked as predicted. Even through the door, her outline was almost unbelievably sexual, with its exaggerated femininity. As she approached, I slipped the blouse off my shoulders, and tossed it onto the small table provided carelessly; then pushed my skirt down quickly.
Fernanda opened the door as I stepped out of the skirt. As always, her curvaceous body took my breath away. She smiled warmly; opening her arms immediately to give me a hug. Her large naked breasts pressed into the top of my chest, and I felt her hands clasp the small of my back. As she stepped back slightly, her hands moved to my hips, holding us arms-length apart.
"Karen, darling!" she said in beautifully-accented English. "So good to see you again - so nice."
She released me, and stepped back. "I let you finish now, yes?"
I blushed slightly, looking down for a moment. She didn't move, watching with a smile as my hands returned to work. I reached down to slip off my shoes and tiny socks; and then behind to unclasp my bra.
I looked up shyly as I pulled the bra off, revealing my breasts to Fernanda once again. I had much smaller breasts than she did - most women did, I suppose - but they were pert handfuls held high up on my chest. I fluctuated between a B and a C-cup through the month; and my nipples were (right now) small pink raspberries on top. Fernanda smiled as she watched my breasts jiggle as I moved my hands to my sides and pushed my panties down to the floor.
In just moments, I was naked in front of her; feeling more nervous than I had in years as I stood in front of this vision of beauty. For a moment, it made me appreciate how hard it must be for guys to approach beautiful women. It can't be easy, putting yourself out there like that - so vulnerable.
I only had to look up to receive my reward though - a beautiful smile, both warm and sexy, with a little curl to the lips that told me I all I needed to know. Fernanda's eyes were sparkling as she put her hands out, catching my face between them gently as she stepped forwards. She tilted my head slightly as she brought our faces together, and our lips met once again.
Warm and gentle, her lips pressed moistly against mine firmly but tenderly. Her fingers slid round into my hair as her lips parted softly. We kissed open-mouthed together, with increasing hunger until her tongue slipped out and probed into my mouth. Hesitancy lost, I used my own tongue to welcome this invasion, slipping over her moist tongue as my hands slipped around her waist, pulling us together.
Our naked bodies pressed against each other's; our breasts squashed as we clung to each other. My thigh moved, apparently on its own, stepping forward to wrap the length of my leg around the beautiful woman kissing me.
I pushed back against Fernanda as my nervousness gave way to desire. My tongue slid out between her soft lips and tangled with hers. My hands moved and, before I even realised it, had slid up one behind her head and the other moving to stretch over one of her magnificent breasts.
Fernanda broke into a broad smile, interrupting our kiss slightly before she pulled back and looked at me.
"Mmmmh. Naughty Karen. You are very forward today, yes?" She grinned broadly, her own hands running forward from my tangled hair to slide down and cover my own pert breasts.