There was a light snow falling as I hopped up the steps leading out of the subway, two at a time. I stood at the corner, waiting for the light to change, and I realized I was humming. In the month since Carmen Quintana picked me up in her gypsy cab after I finished night court, my life had substantially improved.
Carmen got into a bad fight over the phone with her ex while driving me home. I invited her up to my apartment to calm down, and we ended up spending the whole night, and most of the next day fucking each other's brains out. Carmen needed some extra cash, after her roommate moved out, and suggested she could act as my maid, cleaning up my dissolute bachelor pad, then staying over, a few nights a week. I accepted her offer, mainly because she threatened not to come back otherwise.
I was surprised to find that, in addition to being a sexual dynamo, Carmen was an adept organizer. In a month, she had taken my apartment form the prototypical bachelor's cave to a place that could have passed any white glove inspection. The funniest part was the affect Carmen had on me. Now, instead of tossing clothes and mail wherever I felt like when I came home, I felt happy living up to the standards Carmen set when she cleaned the place. In just a month, only three nights a week, Carmen had domesticated me.
I laughed at the thought as I climbed the front steps of my brownstone. Tonight, I planned to order in some Chinese food and watch the "erotic thriller" I ordered online. Carmen surprised me by sharing my enjoyment of porn. We replicated some of the scenarios and positions we would watch, and it seemed like she was challenging herself to be better than the fantasies on the screen.
More than being uninhibited, Carmen was creative. I didn't need to push her into trying anything. Sometimes, she carried me to places I had never been before. No one had ever spanked me during sex. The first time Carmen whacked me with the plastic spatula she grabbed from the kitchen, I recoiled, but felt a hard throbbing in my prick. Spanking soon became a regular part of foreplay.
I wondered what surprises Carmen had in store as I unlocked the door.
"Hi, Carmen!" I yelled as stepped inside. She wasn't in the kitchen or living room, and I heard no response. "She must be on the toilet," I thought as I hung my coat on the hook behind the door. Walking into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and leaned in to grab a beer.
Suddenly, a pixieish, high-pitched voice squeaked, "Hi, Manuel!"
I shot straight up and banged the back of my head into the bottom of the freezer door. Staggering back a step, I grabbed the back of my head and looked up. Standing in the arch in front of the hallway was a diminutive, thin woman with raven black hair, cut in a bob that framed an oval face. She wore a pink and white half-shirt, that was tight around her small breasts and showed off a blue gem in her belly button. Her jeans were slung so low I thought I saw her pubic bone peeking out of the top. She had a whisk broom in one hand, and a dustpan in the other.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, grimacing as I rubbed the back of my head.
"I'm Vanessa," she said with total aplomb as she walked up to me. "I'm Carmen's sister." She opened the fridge, reached in and grabbed a beer.
"Why are you here?
"Carmen is going to be busy this week with her thesis and grading papers." she said, popping the top off the bottle and holding it out for me. "She was afraid that if she left you alone for a full week, this place might look like a bomb hit it by the time she got back. I grabbed the open bottle, and she walked into the living room, sitting on the couch. "I volunteered to take the job for a week, she said it would be all right for you to pay me."
"How old are you?" I asked as I walked in after her and sat at the other end of the couch.
"Nineteen," she giggled, "and before you ask, I'm a sophomore at NYU."
"And Carmen told you she was working here, uh, cleaning up?"
"Sure, we tell each other everything," she said matter-of-factly. "I figured a hundred-fifty bucks for a couple days of light cleaning was a good deal."
"Best laid plans of mice and men," I thought to myself as I sucked down some Dos Equis. "What are you studying?"
"Urban planning," she said as she stretched her legs on the couch. Her feet were bare, and I noticed her toenails, like her fingers, were an electric pink. "I want to go work in government when I get out of school."
"Good for you." I said
She stretched her arms above her head, and her breasts pressed against the fabric of her belly shirt. Her nipples poked against the cotton I felt the blood start rushing into my cock, and I shifted in my seat. I didn't need Vanessa to checking out my boner.
"I'm going to take a quick shower." I said as I stood and walked toward the hallway. "I planned to order some Chinese food afterward. The menu's are on top of the bookshelf next to the t.v. You're welcome to stay and eat, if you like."
"Thanks, I'll think about it." She bent over to gather up the dust broom and pan, and I noticed her ass. The crack poked out above the top of her low riders, and I saw she was wearing a thong. Coughing, I turned and walked up the hallway to my bedroom.
Where Carmen's ass was full, round and thick, Vanessa had a slim and athletic bottom, with almost no trace of hips. Even as I approached my bedroom, I had visions of Vanessa bending over in front of me, her crack poking out, revealing her thong,
"Not a good idea to think about that too much." I whispered as I entered the bedroom. Carmen never asked me what I did on the nights she wasn't around, but I couldn't imagine her being thrilled with the idea of me jumping her younger sister's bones.
I closed the bedroom door behind me and hung my suit jacket on the empty hanger hung up on the closet door. Carmen made me install a hook on the door so I could leave my suit hanger there to wait until I got home. Laughing, I undressed and hung the suit. As I slipped my bathrobe on, I suddenly felt a little empty. I had become accustomed to Carmen's presence over the last four weeks, and I found myself unhappy at the thought of spending the week without her.
