We moved to New Mexico when my husband's father decided to retire early from his business and pass it on to his son. I had visited here many times but never quite took to it. My family is from Maine. Thanks to the exclusive country club membership sponsored by my in-laws and a ton of charity work, I was able to quickly adjust and make some new friends.
It was through these friends that I learned of the agency from which I hired Carmela. She was a strikingly beautiful naturalized Spanish-American girl whose speech sometimes sounded 'old world' with a slight accent. This young woman had the skin color of her ancestry, long wavy black hair and eyes as brown as chocolate. My husband stared at her in amazement, but she showed no interest in him. Good. Nineteen year old Carmela would help with baby and do light housework I had a service that did the heavy cleaning once a week.
Late one night as I was passing by her door, I heard very light moaning. Thinking Carmela might be ill, I knocked on her door. It was not closed tightly and when I pushed it opened right up. There was no sign of her, but I discovered the source of the sound. This must be what the mailman delivered to an excited Carmela today. She said it was a present from a cousin. On her television, there were two women having sex with each other. A blonde and a brunette were doing some serious 69'ing. I watched in fascination as I felt heat rise on my face and moistness run down my leg. She walked out of her bathroom tying the belt on her bathrobe.
"Sorry, ma'am. I forgot to turn that off before I went into the bath. I hope it did not disturb you too much. Is there something you need done?"
"Nothing, Carmela. I thought you might not be feeling well until I saw your program. I didn't realize...I mean I didn't know...are you were a lesbian?"
"I am a lover of women, yes. Does it make a difference to you, Mrs. Kall?"
"Of course not. To each his own. You are an excellent worker and Timmy adores you."
"Thank you ma'am."
"I'll just be on my way then. Goodnight, Carmela," I said as I closed her door.
The girl was totally at ease and it made not a bit of difference to her that I was in her room and saw what I saw. Her black hair was wet from the warm shower water. The bathrobe that covered her was very worn, but her face was that of a proud beauty queen.
As I walked back to my room, I mentally planned a shopping trip for the two of us. I knew she was saving to go to school someday and had no extra money for even some of the essentials. All of her clothes were a little shabby. "You'll need some new things," I told her at breakfast. "Jeans and shorts and tees for work. Sundresses, halter tops, sandals. The whole works. Please do me the honor of letting me buy them for you," I asked.
"I know my things are not nice. It would hurt me to embarrass you before your friends. But I would pay you back someday."
"There's no need for re-payment. You're part of our family now."
"Thank you, Mrs. Kall. I will do everything I can for you," she said with her head bent in humility.
Carmela modeled most of the items we selected. What an absolutely gorgeous girl she was. The thought popped into my head of her eating a girl's pussy. Of her eating my pussy. I blushed and put it aside. Think clothes. Think clothes. She deserved nice things. We got everything Carmela needed. Except bathing suits. While Carmela got the car, I went back in a bought her a few. I hoped they fit.
It was a Saturday night close to midnight when it happened. My husband and I had just gotten back from a play and dinner and dancing with friends. Timmy was at his grandparents' home. From our darkened house, we looked out toward the pool to a sight I will never forget. All the pool lights were on. She was stepping up the pool ladder. The tiny red bikini I bought her barely covered the pussy and voluptuous breasts on the form that was Carmela. Her body was perfection-tiny waist, lightly flared hips, shapely calves. The pool water glistened on her skin. She flung her head from side to side, shaking water from her hair. I hadn't mentioned her sexual orientation yet, but my husband and I were both sexually aroused by the sight of her. Our lovemaking that night was wild and hot as visions of Carmela filled our heads.
