The truth is I never expected to be married. I was raised in a way of being on my own and I never created real bonds with friends or fell in love with anyone. My relationships with women were always on based on how good the sex was and I was adjusting myself to keep it that way. Of course as time passed the women realized how vague their life was with me and in all cases broke up the relationship and I was giving myself an excuse of their departure.
I was promoted to a senior accountant in the firm I was working and at the time I was dating my current wife. Her name is Helen. She is an elementary school teacher. Her mother saw through me and warned her that I was not the guy that would have been able to create a family but that brought the opposite results. Helen stopped taking the pill and the inevitable happened. The day I got promoted was the day she told me she was three months pregnant. Although I hated my guts for her manipulation method I proposed to her. Her mother had already tried to talked her into having an abortion but Helen wouldn't listen. She was determined to keep the child and go through the wedding.
We had our wedding at the local municipality and after a few months our daughter was born. When Kimberly was born, Helen quit her job, since I also was offered a higher position in central offices of our company. We purchased a big house with pool and garden in the suburbs. It had also a pool house along with gym equipment. This helped me to keep fit. Of course as time passed by, I guess Helen realized her mistake as she stared calling me narcissist, self absorbent chauvinist man who only cared about fucking any pussy available. She was not wrong. As a family we did not have close friends and that is due to the fact that I did not have any friends even at work. My wife's friends also avoided us since I was always openly flirting their female population. Nevertheless we were still together sleeping in the same room having occasional sex.
In the early days of April, just a week before Easter, my wife and our 18-year-old daughter who is in her final year of high school decided to pay a visit to grandma. Knowing that my relationship with my mother-in-law isn't the smoothest, I made the choice to stay back at home. With the house to myself, I took the opportunity to relax and enjoy a refreshing bourbon cocktail while working on putting up trim in our newly painted bedroom.
Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and a girl about my daughter's age was standing there. She was wearing a tight blue Izod shirt and a short tan skirt. I recognized her as our neighbor's daughter, who moved recently to our neighborhood and guessed she was being friends with my daughter. She walked into our house. She was less than 5 feet tall, thin -not gaunt, had shoulder length dark hair and olive skin...the kind that turns to a great tan with a little sun. But the most striking thing about her was her eyes...they were light blue (a stark contrast to her skin) and oh, so big. I had a tough time keeping my eyes off them. It seemed like she was feeling a bit bored and wanted to spend time with our daughter.
"Mr. Thomas?" she snapped me out of my trance.
"Yes...and who are you?"
"My name is Mandy...is Kimmie here?" (Kimberly is my daughter)
"No...She and her mom are visiting family back east...she won't be back for the next two weeks."
"Oh" she said sounding disappointed. "I just moved in down the street...about a week before school let out...... Kimmie said I should come by anytime during school break."
I explained that her friend wasn't home, but to my surprise, she asked if she could hang out with me instead. I told her I had to finish my work up the bedroom and guided her there. She sad on the bed and we had a pleasant conversation while I continued with my work. The weather outside was really nice actually it was hot for the season. She received a notification on her phone, reluctantly glanced at it, and remarked how tired she was of the meaningless texts she received, then she blurred out with a low voice that sounded either she was in fear or coming from anxiety. ...
"Kimmie mentioned about a swimming pool in your back yard" She sighed.
I saw her despair and need to refresh so I suggested...."... feel free to use the pool."
"No...I probably shouldn't without Kimmie here...I don't want to bother you..."
"No really...it wouldn't be a bother."
"Okay...great!" having a wide smile shine on her face.
So I escorted her through the house and to the patio. "Here you go..."
"You can change in the pool room. There is a cupboard with swimsuits I think you will find one to fit. Besides you and Kimmie have almost the same figure..." I smiled.
"There is a fridge in the pool house with plenty of pop. You'll also find towels, beach balls, suntan lotion, whatever you want... there is even a maids bed if you like to sleep later on."
"Oh...this is great...thanks so much Mr. Thomas!"
"You can call me Mike."
"Okay...thanks Mike."
"I am going to be inside working...just let me know if you need anything."
And with that, she skipped off towards the pool and I returned to my home to complete my project. Sometime later I raised my eyes and glanced out of the window to see how she was doing. She came out of the pool house and found a spot in the sun on the other side patio. She spread a towel over the chair as she stood up revealing a toned tummy and a flat chest covered by a cute bikini top. My eyes were fixed on this display. Next, she bent over a, revealing matching bikini bottom, a very tight butt, and nice firm legs. I was mesmerized. She then sat back down, kicked her legs up, and laid back, ready to soak up the sun. I glanced over at the thermometer hanging on the pool house and it said 96 degrees.
