Hi, I have previously only written a couple of stories in just the first person perspective, on writing this story I tried to incorporate the views of both of the people involved. Please let me have feedback. As before I am not writing fiction, I am trying to tell you about an actual event and am already working on the events of the next few days.
Thanx Woodcutter
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Chapter 01: The Kitchen Surprise
Paul walked into the kitchen, it was dark and quiet. The small neon lights in the extractor hood over the gas stove were focused on the hob, hiding most of the room and detail in darkness. As Paul approached the stove it was evident that there was another in the room. A gas jet was whispering quietly as its flame licked at the small pan of water, the contents slowly beginning to gently bubble.
The shadows in the kitchen were moving as Maria danced at the opposite end of the kitchen; with her back to him she was slowly writhing and moving her hands, caressing her body as she danced to music only she could hear.
Over the last six weeks this late night get together between Paul and Maria for a quiet talk had become their usual way of finishing the evening before going to bed. Paul quietly sat at the kitchen table, just watching, he could hear the tinny beat coming from the iPod earphones. It was just another good moment where he could enjoy the view presented to him. During the last year he had been able to enjoy many little moments where he could watch this pretty girl.
Maria was twenty-one years old, at five foot five she was an elite runner preferring 10K and half marathons, with speed and endurance gained from running fifty to sixty miles a week. Her body was well proportioned and a nice shape,
Maria was not large on the chest, maybe struggling to fill an A cup, but that wasn't something that upset Paul, he liked small breasts.
Maria had the ideal build for a middle distance runner, Lean and tight with a lovely shape to her bottom, ok the shape of her bottom has nothing to do with her ability to run, but it did bring pleasure and happiness to Paul and many people who watcher her run.
With a slight tan, cute nose, brown eyes, long dark brown hair and a ready easy smile, the sweet Italian twenty-one year old was beautiful with the clear skin of the young.
Paul was forty-seven, 6 feet tall with a large muscular build and just beginning to show a little bit of addition weight around the middle, a sign of his good living. With a nice tan on the areas that caught the sun and pale white elsewhere and a neat goatee on his chin, combined with a good head of hair and only a few grey hairs, Paul could tell people he was in his mid-thirties and they wouldn't have reason to doubt him.
Paul had been married to Kate for nearly fifteen years, everything was great until the last few years when his wife had been diagnosed as having MS, an aggressive debilitating disease which was slowly robbing her of the ability to walk and move, and always left her tired. Kate was asleep early each night, as were the kids.
Paul stood watching the dancing girl, part of him wanted to turn and walk out, he knew it was ok to look at other women, it is ok to fantasise, but it must be wrong to be this interested in Maria. He had been entrusted with her safety and care whilst she was to be staying in his home.
He was happily married and this was a young girl twenty six years younger than he, but as he watched her dancing he could feel his dick twitch and swell slowly as it hardened in his pants. Her dancing form was erotic, he couldn't move away, hypnotised as he watched her dancing body slowly move into the areas with a little light.
Maria was the family's Aupair, from Italy she had been living in his home for 18 months whilst on a two year contract. Paul and his wife Kate both worked in the city, after several years of both having to struggle with who was going to get the kid's dressed and to school or day-care, who was going to collect them, it had been Paul who had suggested getting an Aupair.
A foreign student who would live in their home to provide child care.
The role of hosting a live-in Aupair turned out to be a good lifestyle choice, it de-stressed the days for both parents and enabled the children a relaxing morning environment in their own home rather than being rushed to a childminder before and after school.
In the six years there had been a few good and some very good Aupairs, but Maria was the best they had employed, she had fitted well into the family and home, because she wanted to be part of the family.
Maria was very happy with being part of the family, when talking to her friends Paul and Kate were referred to as her English parents, Paul was getting used to the role of being her English dad, and used to tease Maria about her being his Italian daughter, he would tell her she had to be good and home on time when she went out.
Paul had always managed to maintain a professional relationship with the Aupairs, his resolution to stay professional was unbroken, but his desire was rising and some control was slowly eroding as he watched in the quiet kitchen.
Paul was a little puzzled by his attraction, Kate his wife was black, of Caribbean descent, for the twenty years they have been together he had never strayed or been unfaithful to her when she was his girlfriend then wife, his attraction and fantasy's had always been of dark skinned girls, there had even been a point where he thought white girls were simply too pale.
The dancing figure of Maria was rhythmically swaying; Paul could see she was wearing a loose vest type tee-shirt and the small pair of tight Lycra volleyball shorts that always aroused his attention when she wore them. Paul usually was able to pretend he didn't notice when she was wearing some of her smaller tight outfits, not wanting Maria or his wife to notice that he liked looking at her. Tonight he could just enjoy the view.
As he looked at her he could see the tight shorts showing the fantastic shape of her small tight bottom, he was thinking the thin toned legs looked as sweet as ever. She had her back to him, it meant he could look. His eyes followed the smooth shaped legs down and then up, he was pleased to see Maria had her legs slightly apart, clearly displayed was the lovely gap at the top of her legs where they met the flat of her crotch, he was imagining the pleasure zone covered by just the thin shorts. He has dreamed of gently cupping this area with the palm of his hand, in the familiar way of lovers, gently massaging and rubbing.
Paul knew that Maria has an ex-boyfriend back in Italy, and since being in the UK she had acquired a "friend with benefits" in the city, a 28yr old advertising executive. He was also aware that recently the frequency of Maria's visits to her "friend" had reduced.
Just seeing Maria was turning Paul on, his sexual tension had been increasing as had his attraction, he had recently been relieving the tension himself each evening before going to bed, but had been too busy the last few days to do this, he could feel he had to get some release soon.
Paul changed position and reaching into the top of his loosely fitting jeans moved his hard cock which was getting uncomfortable, pulling into a natural vertical position, before pulling the shirt down to cover the exposed tip, within a few more minutes he could feel he was harder than he had been for a long time, and already could feel he was leaking significant pre-cum into his boxer shorts.
Maria turned in the kitchen, noticing she was not alone she let out a little yelp as she jumped, followed by a laugh and then calling out "Paulie, how longa u be there?"
It was only Maria who stretched Paul's name to Paulie, but as far as Paul was concerned he liked the cute way she did this, Maria spoke very good English however he found the Italian accent a little sexy, plus with Maria he occasionally enjoyed teasing her about her accent.
Paul had a grin as he replied, "Just a few minutes."
Maria reached into a cupboard, "I was making a cup of tea, you want one too?"
Paul didn't say anything, just nodding his head after she had already turned her back to him, without waiting for an answer she'd already started preparing the drink for both of them, and after all, this was their evening ritual, very private just between them.
Both sat at the kitchen table, for twenty five minutes they sat talking generally about the day and plans for the coming week and supping their Tea.