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.
