Country club communities are sprinkled all over the area where I live. So it's no surprise that there are a lot of lonely housewives looking for a distraction while their husbands are away on business or out playing golf. The other thing they love to do is throw parties, and as a caterer I get to meet a lot of these housewives. Here is one of their stories;
Karen called me about an event she wanted to host in her home. She lived in a gated country club community where all the homes were luxurious and well designed. I had not been to this community before so it was going to be good to get some exposure in this area. Little did I know what kind of exposure was to come!
I pulled up to the guard house and after checking my ID, he raised the gate to let me through. He gave me quick directions and away I drove. The house was indeed well designed and luxurious. It had a huge drive made of pavers and a large portico entrance on the front. I pulled into the drive and parked in front of one of the three large garage doors.
As I walked from my van up to the front door, the door opened and there stood a stunning young woman. About mid 20's, She was wearing cutoff shorts and a white tank style top over a black bikini and flip flops. Her long auburn hair tied in a bun and dark sunglasses shielded her eyes from the Florida sun. On second scan, the top button of her shorts was open and her black bikini bottom was barely visible.
"Karen?" I asked hopefully
"No" she said "that's my mom, I'm Amy" She brushed past me with a knowing smile and a wink and headed to her car. I certainly hoped Amy would be back again soon.
I approached the open door and called inside, "Karen?"
"I'm out here" she piped back.
Closing the front door behind me, I walked in only to realize that the house was a square that wrapped around an inner courtyard pool. I scanned the pool deck, and there lying face down on a chase lounge was who I assumed was Karen.
I admired, well oogled, her body from foot to head. She had an incredible body. Lean powerful legs and an ass like a black girl. Her black yoga pants form fitting her body. She wore a bright pink bikini top that was covered by a black tank and finished with long dark hair and sunglasses. She had a radiant smile, almost devious, like the cat that had swallowed the canary.
"Come on over Rich" she motioned for me to sit across from her in one of the four chairs at the round deck table. She got up from her chase and joined me at the glass topped table. Her bare feet and manicured toes, along with her bright red nails were starting to stir some feelings. This woman oozed eroticism.
"Did you find us alright?" she questioned.
"Yes, no problem at all" I stated. "So, tell me about the party you would like to host." I queried, trying to get to the business at hand.
"Would you like a cocktail?" Karen asked, with her devious smile still radiating confidence as she got up and headed to her kitchen.
