I wake up from my afternoon nap on the couch to see Gabi asleep, her face buried in my chest. She is small and petite, probably 10 inches shorter than me and less than half of my weight. I must not have felt her climb up on my 5'9", 250 lb pound body while I was sleeping.
I tap her softly to wake her up and get her off of me. "Come on Gabi, I need to go take care some things."
She slowly opens her eyes and looks up at me, closes them again nestling her face back in my breasts, moaning "no."
"Yes, Gabi," I say, as I softly push her off my body into the couch and allow her to continue her nap. This isn't the first time I've woken up from a nap to see Gabi on top of me. I had to get dinner started so it would be ready by the time Elena came home.
I head to the kitchen to get my ingredients ready for the dinner that I'll be making. Chicken parmesan, easy enough. It's 4 PM, Elena usually comes home around 5-5:30, and then I'll head off to my other job.
At night, I'm a waitress at one of Fort Lauderdale's trendiest restaurants. My shift starts pretty late and the restaurant is open late, so this extra job is some nice extra cash before my shift starts. I work for Elena, a single mother, high-priced realtor and "girlboss" extraordinaire, and I help her take care of the household chores. She works long days and usually continues her work at night, if she isn't attending swanky business events or hot dates with an endless list of suitors, both men and women.
She has two children, Gabi and Carlos, who are 23 and 22 respectively. I don't formally have to babysit them, but I've ended up helping them with a lot of errands, especially considering their mom isn't around too much. Helping them with taxes, mailing a letter, work problems, or just general gossip, I've become quite close with them the last year and a half I've been working this job. Seemingly, Elena doesn't trust them alone for too long without supervision, which they're way too old for in my opinion. Honestly, quite spoiled compared to what I grew up with, having essentially a nanny to cook and clean as an adult, but I don't let it bother me.
While I'm pounding the chicken breasts, I feel hands touch my lovehandles from behind. "Hi, Tara," I hear Carlos say quietly, as I softly feel his bulge on my ass through his jeans. I'm not sure if it's intentional. "What's for dinner?"
"Oh, hey Carlos, what's up? Chicken parm tonight."
"Hell yeah, can't wait," he says as his hands graze away from my body.
You may think I have a weird relationship with Gabi and Carlos, but in all honesty nothing has escalated. Honestly, I'm a bit perplexed by how they may feel about me. I'm not sure whether it's sexual attraction or just a yearning for affection from them. Men and women as attractive as them could surely do better than me, an overweight, underpaid girl with nothing special to write home about. Don't get me wrong, they are both very attractive, but I wouldn't jeopardize this job or purposely complicate it. Beyond that, even if I left this job, I would never want to upset Elena, who I admire so much.
At 5:15 as I'm finishing up dinner I hear the front door open. I can confirm it's Elena by the sound of her high heels storming down the hardwood floor. The sound gets closer and closer, I can sense her strong perfumey-scent approaching, she's all-business as she approaches and throws her keys on the kitchen island. "Hey," she says plainly, "are you working on Saturday night?" She is stunning and powerful- her white blazer and miniskirt contrasts beautifully with her gorgeous tan skin, her brown hair tied up perfectly into a bun. She looks amazing for being 54.
"Yes, but..." I knew I could get a coworker to cover for me if needed, but before I could mention that Elena interrupts.
"If you'd like to work here instead, you can. I have a charity event to attend and I'd like you to be here, if you can." Elena is stern and direct, but she has some sweetness to her and is always understanding. Even still, I can feel intimidated by her presence, and I always want to do a good job by her.
"Oh, thank you! Let me see tonight if I can get someone to cover for me."
"Thanks, girl," she says as she quickly walks by me, giving me a peck on the cheek, "dinner looks great by the way!" she says in passing, as she quickly strides to her bedroom. After finishing up making dinner, I head to work.
The next day, on Thursday, I'm cleaning in the living room in the early afternoon. I'm a little shook as I unexpectedly hear the front door open and the jangling of keys. It's only 1 PM, and Elena comes in, saying "don't tell the kids I came back." She paces to her bedroom, with an attractive, muscular blonde man behind her, looking about 15 years younger than her. He gives me an awkward smile and head nod as he follows her in.
This, again, isn't the first time this has happened. Elena lives a work-hard, play-hard life. I sneak over after they had settled in for a few minutes and listen closely to the door. "Fuck!" I hear Elena yell, along with some subtle grunts from the man. I am wet as I picture them fucking. I touch myself and try to hide my moans as I listen- how I would love to fuck such attractive people. I hear the man gasp as he finishes- this really was an afternoon quickie. I pull my hand out of my panties and skittishly run away before I get caught, and continue where I was cleaning the living room.
Just a few minutes later, the two of them are heading toward the front door, as Elena is fixing up her slightly unkempt hair. "Oh, Elena," I say, trying to act normally, "I can be here Saturday night!"
"Great," she says, "be here around 8. I'll see you later."
I look out the window to confirm they drive away. Still so horny, I run off to her bedroom to see a pair of panties on the ground. I lay down on the covers, the bed made but now slightly messy, with the panties laying on my face, and touch my pussy again. I finish as I wallow in their lovemaking musk.
I arrive on Saturday evening to see Elena finishing up getting ready for her charity event. She looks absolutely gorgeous- her tight, short, blue dress perfectly outlines her breasts and ass. Her hair blown out, her red lipstick complementing her white teeth so beautifully. The smell of her perfume mixed with her natural scent makes its way to me, turning me on. I've never seen someone sexier in my life.
"Gabi and Carlos are here, but they might head out," she says as she walks by me, puckering out her lips to give me a soft kiss on the cheek but barely touching, as to not ruin her lipstick. "I won't be back too late. Thanks again for watching the house."
As she leaves, I look at myself in the mirror. How could anyone be that beautiful, while I am like this? Perhaps I'm just hard on myself. I'm wearing a black tank top and yoga pants, I believe I am pretty but I am certainly overweight. I'm the middle child between two more attractive, skinnier, blonde sisters. My own mom isn't too bad looking herself, and my sisters take after her. I have had a couple boyfriends and a couple small flings with girls, but I haven't quite gotten somebody I truly desired.
