At 21, I worked three days a week in a car repair shop, and the other two doing handy jobs (cutting grass, landscaping, shoveling snow, fixing furniture, etc.). At the time, I was dating a 19-year-old college girl by the name of Bianca, whom I met at a bar. She was beautiful : long dark hair, blue eyes, sensual lips, amazing body. I asked her to dance, she accepted. I tried my best to impress her by being a gentleman--offering drinks, telling "politically correct" jokes, and talking about her life more than about myself. We clicked immediately and started going out together.
One day I asked her what a pretty, educated woman was doing with a blue collar worker like me.
Bianca shrugged her shoulders ;
"I think you're handsome... you're nice... you make me laugh... you treat me well... I love making love to you... I love YOU, Pedro. I mean...what else does a woman need?"
I hugged her and told her I loved her too.
She was an only child, living with her parents in a big house. The living room was adorn with decorations from all over the world ; Curtains from England, marble from Italy, furniture from Scandinavia... A swimming pool and a 4 men jacuzzi were nice additions.
Bianca's father Jerry was a pilot with United Airlines.
Her mother Amanda, a shift manager at K-Mart. She worked the morning shift twice a week and evening shift three times a week. Then she worked every other weekend as well.
Both her folks were very nice to me from the beginning. Jerry once asked me why I never went to college. I explained that I needed to support my mother and two student sisters. He gave me a nod and the subject of higher education was never raised again.
Two years after our first date, Bianca suggested we could spend more time together if I slept at her house. I told her I couldn't leave home completely, but I'd be happy to sleep at her place three nights a week. My mother had no problem, but my two sisters didn't like it--the younger, Rosa, wanted me around to help her with everything.
And my older sister, Elena, was jealous of Bianca ( If you've read Pedro story chapter 1, you understand... ).
So I started living a dual life: partly at home and partly at Bianca's.
While in her home, we slept on the second floor.
When both her parents were at home, they slept in a large bedroom on the first floor. Jerry was frequently on long distance flights and often away for days and even a week at a time.
Most mornings, Bianca left at 7 a.m. She and I had ample time together in the evenings after she got home from college. On the days I wasn't working in the car shop, I liked to sleep late, wake up at 8:30 or 9:00 in the morning, take a long shower and go do the handy jobs I was assigned for the day.
One morning I was awakened earlier than usual-- about 7:15 a.m.--by an outside noise. Bianca had already left. I didn't feel tired, so I brushed my teeth and descended to the kitchen for a bite. On the way, I heard music playing, so I peeked in the living room.
Amanda was exercising in front of the TV. It was the first time I really paid attention to her as a sexy woman. She had long legs, a shapely ass, a flat tummy... and a lovely set of tits covered by a hugging bra. Her hair was in a ponytail and her face was without makeup, but she looked great. Her movements were graceful and rhythmic.
I stood still and and watched Amanda. Her gorgeous body easily executing complicated postures looked to me like a divine ballet...
After about five minutes, she noticed me. She stopped, smiled, and said she didn't know I was awake. She told me she was going to take a shower and then make breakfast--for both of us, if I wanted to join her.
'She is going to take a shower'. How much I'd love to see her naked under the hot water and help her soap those delicious breasts...
I tried to collect myself ;
"Thank you, Amanda. Gladly I'll have breakfast with you after your shower."
She took a long shower. When she came to the kitchen, her hair was down to her shoulders, and she'd applied her makeup and lipstick. Her face looked radiant. She wore long pants and a sheer blouse.
Amanda prepared us an omelet. I watched, admiring her beauty from behind. Her straight posture, rounded ass, nice legs. A perfect woman's back side!
She glanced at me, and saw me staring at her.
"I look different now, don't I?"
"Amanda... you looked great while you were working out, and you look amazing now!"
