Well I am back in Sweden now after my one-year au pair job just ended. I am writing this story to let off a little steam because if I don't "tell" someone or something what happened my head is going to explode. I hope it makes sense as I write it but it might seem a bit dis-jointed. What happened to me in America wasn't the worst thing that could have happened to me but it was pretty bad.
I applied for the au pair job in America after being at University for two years thinking it would be a fun year of seeing the world and partying before life got too serious. I don't really love kids but the friends I knew who had done it and told me that you just have to put up with it until the clock reached five and then you could do what you wanted, meet with friends etc. Also weekends being free meant I could have a lot of fun.
I wasn't really worried about homesickness or anything like that because I was pretty well traveled and had traveled with boyfriends that vacationed in some of the finer European resorts. I'm not bragging but the reality is when you look like I do, a thin, blue-eyed blonde Swede, opportunities seem to turn up. In the past I have had a lot of modeling jobs but being only about 5' 9" I knew there was probably no future in it for me so I quit. (Never mind the fact all the girls I modeled with where real competitive bitches.) Just the same Sweden seemed so claustrophobic I just had to get out of there.
My host family was very nice but very strict about curfew and seeing men etc. He was a big time lawyer in Boston who was almost a partner in his firm. I am not sure what this means but they were making him jump through hoops in order to become a partner. He explained to me early on that it was very important to follow all the laws of the land now that I was in America. He said I was a reflection on him and that if I ever was even caught speeding that it would not reflect very well on him. They lived in a conservative suburban town about 20 minutes out of Boston Mass. The kids were kind of bratty but they were older and in a ton of activities so I really didn't have to do much to do other than drive them to their activities. The house was awesome as it was recently built with every modern convenience: movie room, game room, beautiful landscaped swimming pool etc.
Anyway, to get back to my story it was a Friday of a long weekend and my host parents went to visit their relatives in New York, they wouldn't be back until that Tuesday so naturally my friend Helena I decided to throw am impromptu party in my third floor au pair suite.
We were having a great time when Helena who I had met at the au pair training week took out some cocaine she brought unbeknownst to me. She was dating this guy that always had a lot of money and I suspected him of being involved with drugs etc. He was a Middle Eastern college student whose daddy was very wealthy. She drove around in his black Mercedes and was having a great time. Since she knew she was leaving within a year she was going to make the best of it. I was upset with her at first especially because it looked like a fucking pound of coke. She looked at me and said "what the fuck, I wasn't going to leave it in the car, Rodney will never know if we steal just a few lines." But after a few absolut and cranberry drinks I got over it. I really don't do drugs but I figured what the hell. I mean I am here for an adventure after all. We did a few lines of coke and that was when I saw her in the hallway outside my room videotaping us. My heart skipped a beat and I nearly dropped my glass.
Her name was Donna Gardner. I think it is important to digress here for a bit and give you some information on Donna. She was our next-door neighbor, approx 47; very pretty with strawberry blonde hair and beautiful blue green eyes. They were friendly with my host family but I could tell by what my host mom said she felt threatened by her. I mean she did have a lot going for her. She had her own business selling commercial real estate. Was very pretty even at 47, had a great figure with a flat stomach and worked out at the gym almost every day.
The one thing I thought was a little strange was that Donna's husband didn't really impress me much in the looks department but I figured to each her own and never thought about it again. Another strange occurrence took place one weekend again when my host family was visiting relatives. I was by the pool in the back yard. I remember wearing one of my tiniest European bikinis. It was a high cut bottom and I remember I hadn't trimmed in awhile so a little patch of hair was visible over the top but I felt I wasn't expecting anyone and it was very secluded in the back so why not get the best tan possible. I put on my earphones laid back in the lounge and was basking in the warm August sun when I opened my eyes and there was Donna saying something and gesturing to the measuring cup in her hand.
She could tell she had frightened me and profusely apologized for disturbing me. As I caught my breath and settled down she said she was desperate for some sugar as she was baking a cake for her son's summer camp auction and didn't have time to run across town to the store. I looked for a towel or something to put on but I forgot everything in the pool house so I proceeded to take the cup and tell her that it was no problem. I figured at least it was Mrs. Gardner and not Mr. Gardner, I mean she was a woman so what did I have to worry about.
As we were walking I noticed that she seemed kinds out of breath and flushed but she said she was just getting over a cold and that summer colds were the worst. She seemed more talkative than when I usually see her and wanted to know everything about how my year was going and if there was anything she could do etc. Well by know I am thinking to myself she could have driven to town twice to get the sugar, never mind the fact I am standing there almost naked in front of her embarrassed to death if she was noticing my lack of "grooming." I was hoping because I am blonde she wouldn't notice. I mean I'm really not that hairy anyway, but still I was self-conscious.
She continued on and wanted to know if I was related to Tiger Woods wife as she was from Sweden and we both had such pretty features and looked similar. I felt weird as she stood there saying nice things about me. She said how she loved my bathing suit and wish she had the figure to wear something so sexy. She looked down at my bottom and pointing said "now what do they call a bikini bottom like that because that is really flattering on you". Well any hopes I had of hiding my lack of grooming was over as I looked down and could see very clearly as she could that I was a little unkempt down they're at the moment. Turning beat red I said something to the effect I wasn't really sure. She continued staring and then knocking her head said oh yeah I know that must be a European cut "duh what a numbskull I am sometimes." Wearing a false smile I just nodded and agreed. Meanwhile I feel her eyes just roaming my body almost as if she is trying to find something wrong. I was thinking she was one of those ageing pretty woman trying to find fault with a prettier younger woman. I'm not too sure, but she seemed a little too passive aggressive for my liking.
I asked if she needed anything else and she said that was all and thanked me so much for helping her out. As we left the kitchen she gestured and said after you, I thanked her and stepped by her noticing a strong odor of peppermint. I guess when I turned to get the sugar she had popped a breath mint into her mouth, Wow I thought you Americans are obsessed with cleanliness and having minty fresh breath. I proceeded through the mudroom with Donna following. The whole time I felt so self conscious again because I could feel my ass jiggling as there wasn't much of a bottom on this bikini and I was sure she was looking for any imperfection, probably so she could gossip to all the desperate housewives on the block. Sure enough we passed a long mirror and as I glanced sideways I noticed she was laser focused on my ass. Did she like the suit that much!
It was when she started walking back out her house that I noticed two rather large points coming through her designer Michael Stars t-shirt. Oh my, how embarrassing for her I was thinking. The air conditioning in the house must have given her a chill because her nipples were really protruding out of her bra and t-shirt. She didn't seem to mind as she stopped again and mentioned that if I ever wanted to swim in her pool that because it was a salt-water pool it might be a little healthier for me and not so harsh on my beautiful bikinis. I thought that was a little weird but I thanked her and quickly went back to my ipod.
As I was lying there in the sun I thought about Donna and her lifestyle. Man was she a piece of work. She could have done so much better than Mr. Gardner. I mean by the looks of those tits straining through her shirt and her figure I am sure she is hit on by a lot of men. If I were Mr. Gardner I would be one jealous husband.
Donna had these really big beautiful greenish blue eyes that you couldn't help but stare into. I mean after 2 kids she was definitely what they call in America a cougar. As I am thinking this I am wondering how my body will change as I age and what I will look like when I'm 47. I mean after having two kids aren't you kind of of loose and saggy down "there". I wonder if her husband still wants to have oral sex with her, or if he was grossed out.