We had arrived in Chile less than a month ago. The children were settled into their new schools and my husband had taken charge of the local operations. Meanwhile, I was consigned to the role of “lady of the manor”, a role I was unaccustomed to as I had always worked. Working wasn’t an option as my dependent’s visa would not allow it so leisure time loomed large.
The “manor” was a large modern villa, with manicured wrap-around gardens and a sizeable swimming pool – all of which had been immaculately maintained by several staff. The management of the house staff would fall to me, but this hadn’t stopped my husband from dismissing the rather attractive gardener in the second week. Pablo was apparently “not up to scratch” in terms of doing his work. His replacement clearly was as he whipped the lush garden into shape every Friday. Unfortunately, he was nowhere nearly as attractive as Pablo…
However, today was Wednesday and the maid had a day off. The house would be mine and mine alone… almost. Luis, the pool guy, would come round this morning to take care of the pool. How he hadn’t been axed by my overzealous husband I didn’t know as he was a joy to watch (Luis, not the husband). A Chilean native of 36, Luis had fairly long black hair tied up in a top knot, dark brown come-to-bed eyes, a killer smile and a tanned, athletic body – boy, was I in trouble!
So, as it was going to be a hot, sunny day with a cloudless sky, I was in no hurry to get dressed and therefore, had my breakfast in a black silk nightie of which the lacy hemline just about skimmed my bottom. No sooner was I stacking up the plates in the sink, a cheerful “Buenos dias, Senora Vicky” sounded through the house and Luis’ smiling face popped round the doorway. Realising an escape to the dressing room was no longer an option, I gracefully accepted defeat and said: “Hola, Luis!” In less than perfect Spanish I asked him to come and see me after he had finished. Luis said he would and started his work. I went back to kitchen to tidy up, concluding I would have my morning shower after Luis had left. I grabbed a few things in the living room as I went through to the master bedroom, where the scent of the jasmine wafted through the open doors to the garden. The room was a joy to be in as it afforded lovely views into the garden … and the pool area – oh yes! While I chose a summery navy and white dress for the day and picked some lacy navy lingerie, I enjoyed a few sneaky views of a bare-chested Luis, who pretended he hadn’t seen me. Yes, this could be a scorching day…
Sometime later, Luis was packing up and then entered the house to come and see me as asked. Clearly not unused to requests from wives left alone for the day, he asked me whether he could be of any assistance as I was trying to kick off my tight black mules. “Ah, si! Yes, please,” I answered. He delicately grabbed my foot and gently removed the offending footwear before slowly caressing my foot and ankle, moving up my leg and giving me a knowing look. Before I knew he was standing up in front of me, his hands cupping my bottom with his fingers following the soft curves. His well-defined chest was grazing the fabric of my nightie and slowly moving the fabric over my nipples, which were hardening. This was going rather faster than I had originally planned…
As we kissed, the gentle waltz of my lips was quickly taken over by the hot-paced rumba of his. I breathed in his scent and gave him an intoxicated look. He smiled while his hands slowly pulled down the straps of my nightie, which fell to the ground and left me without wearing a stitch. My skin felt the warmth of his body as he drew me closer. Our tongues found each other, gently at first, but quickly finding a more frenzied pace. As the action picked up and moved to other side of the bedroom – closer to the unmade bed – a trail of his shoes, socks and shorts followed with increasing speed. We had definitely left the waltz far behind and I was deftly led into rumba territory with Luis clearly having a guaganco in mind but without any resistance from yours truly. Moving my long hair clear of my face, his lips moved to my neck and as his tongue swirled down, it reached my right nipple where it rested for a split second before it played staccato, sending tingling across my body. I could no longer subdue any gentle moans… Luis took that as the cue to speed up his efforts and gently pushed me onto the soft white sheets of the bed. As if to return me to where we left off, he pinched my other nipple, watching the reaction on my face. That damn smile again!
With me on my back, Luis’ hands slipped further down, in search of other delights. His right hand ran slowly but determinedly down my belly and touching the top of my soft mount. After letting his fingers linger for a little while, he continued the journey to tip over the edge, straight into my moisture. Having happily discovered my private pool, he decided to add some wetness of his own as he bent over with his face slipping between my accommodating widespread legs. His tongue explored my clitoris a bit further, adding moisture as it teased the little button and speeding up as he heard my breathing intensify. Oh fuck! Resistance was futile and well, why would I want to? My fingers tightly grabbed the pillows as pleasure built up and my orgasm came rolling in with my body trembling as if hit by one of the country’s infamous earthquakes. The heavy breathing and gentle moans turned into a roaring scream. Somewhat surprised by the intensity of my scream, I shot an alarmed look at Luis as I thought the entire neighbourhood must have heard that one. He read my mind, laughed and said in heavily-accented English: “Easy, baby! It’s OK!”
My eyes wandered down to his hard cock. Mmmm! I wouldn’t mind a bit, or a lot, of that, and feeling now very relaxed and decidedly aroused, I moved like the proverbial feline towards its prey. Sitting on my knees, my hands grabbed the target with determination. In sharp contrast, my lips gently kissed the base and made their way up to the top – all while our eyes were locked together. Yes, his expression said it all – he was thoroughly enjoying this! Encouraged, my tongue started swirling around the tip of his erection and it slowly worked its way down, over the rim of the head, as the hardness steadily disappeared in my mouth. I turned up his arousal another notch when I started sucking…gently at first but being increasingly energetic as I went on. Glistening precum had appeared at the top of his penis and I “felt obliged” to lick it off and get a taste of what was to come. At this point Luis was clearly struggling to keep “a straight face”.
He then moved quickly, slipping his fingers into my pussy to check whether it was ready to receive his massive hard. With my juices running down his fingers and him being under no doubt that I was ready to be fucked, he motioned me to straddle across his slender hips. Opening me up without much effort, his shaft pushed in easily and it was not long until it rubbed relentlessly on my inner walls. While I successfully clenched my muscles around his moving cock at first, mimicking the grip that my hand had earlier on, at one point they simply gave up. Without warning, I dumped a large wet load on him and my cum was running off either side of his hips. My eyes shot at him and were met by … yes, that damn smile! He then quickened his thrusts as he went for his end game, which rapidly followed with loud grunts as he released his load into me.
I leant over and kissed him gently on the lips. Then looking him straight in the eye, I said: “Gracias.” He smiled and replied: “De nada.” I got up and went to the bathroom to tidy myself up. He followed suit and then, after getting dressed, disappeared through the back gate with the pool equipment, until the following week…
