Senorita Carmen

SENORITA CARMEN

CHAPTER 1

My wife and I bought a house in a subdivision near where we both had lived with our parents. We've been in it for 16 years now. We are both 40. We have 2 kids, a boy and a girl. Isaac is 15 and Meredith is 13. My name is Tucker Bronski and my wife is Sylvia.

A couple of years ago a young couple rented the house next door. Ronnie and Carmen. They're about 30. No kids.

Carmen is a very pretty girl. I never asked until later but I figured she was of Mexican descent. Long jet black hair, dark complexion, and full figured. By that I mean she had big breasts, wide hips, and a big butt. Not overly so, just full figured. It was quite nice, actually. She was born here so she doesn't have a Mexican accent or anything but I could see it in her looks. My wife and I both liked her but could not get close to her husband. After we had known her a while, I got to jokingly calling her Senorita. I asked if that offended her and she said, "No. I ain't one of those people that get offended at every little thing." And later she found out that my family was of Polish descent and so the Pollock jokes started. Which I'm okay with. I have a sense of humor also.

CHAPTER 2

Carmen was spending more and more time at our house because her husband was a partier and she wasn't. Neither my wife nor I minded. Many evenings she would come over and hang out with Sylvia and help with gardening, cleaning, or whatever Sylvia was doing. And Sylvia was teaching her to cook. And usually we saw that Ronnie had some friends over and they were partying. It made me sad that Carmen couldn't enjoy being at her own home because of her husband's lifestyle. But I was happy that she had taken a liking to us and us to her. Our kids loved her and she loved them. She sometimes played games with them and talked to Meredith about boys. She said she'd love to have kids someday but didn't think it was a good idea right now.

CHAPTER 3

Carmen started spending more time with us. Especially on the weekends when Ronnie was partying with his friends. And she also went to her friend's homes on some of those occasions. She said she was done with the partying. That she had nothing against drinking and smoking, that she enjoyed it herself, but she didn't want to do it the way he and his friends did. So she decided to not be there when they were. We told her we were glad to hear that. And that she could come over here any time she needed to. Or wanted to. That she was always welcome. And we meant it. We both thought a lot of her and had grown to like her very much.

I went shopping one Saturday morning. The kids were gone for the day. After I got home and put my stuff away I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. I saw out the window that Sylvia and Carmen were out at the pool. We have an above ground pool. I stood drinking my water and looking out. They were just laying there getting some sun, I assumed. They both wore bikinis. Sylvia looks great in a bikini. She takes care of herself really well, and stays in shape. After both kids she worked hard to get her figure back, and she did. She lost all the baby fat and got back to her normal weight both times, which is 115. She is a really pretty girl, with medium length blonde hair, and intense blue eyes. Her legs were the first thing I noticed when I first met her. I love a nice pair of legs and she had, and still has, the best ones I ever saw. And the rest of her body is quite nice, also. Her breasts are not overly large, but she has a mouthful and a handful, and as the saying goes, any more than that is overkill. I still enjoy looking at her very much. I thought what a lucky man I am to have such a wonderful wife. And good kids. This was my first time seeing our neighbor in her bikini. And I liked what I saw. I said earlier that she was full figured. She wore it well. Her breasts were pretty big, as was her butt, but she was very well proportioned. Being a horny, somewhat young man, I of course wondered what it would be like to fuck her. But I wasn't planning on trying.

Sylvia sat up and picked up a bottle of lotion beside her chair. She squirted some in her hand and offered it to Carmen, who accepted it. They both sat rubbing the lotion on their arms, legs, bellies, and chests. I saw Sylvia say something to Carmen. Then she got up and went over to Carmen's chair. Carmen turned and Sylvia started putting lotion on her back. Then Carmen laid down on her belly and Sylvia did the backs of her legs and the exposed parts of her buttocks. I thought it looked like Sylvia was enjoying what she was doing. She was smiling and looking up and down Carmen's body as she put the lotion on. And it seemed like she was taking her time, particularly on the lower back, upper thighs, and buttocks. Then they switched and Carmen put lotion on my wife. It was all pretty erotic, actually, watching these two beautiful, sexy, bikini-clad ladies rubbing each other's bodies. When they were done and laid back on their chairs I went out to let Sylvia know I was home. But I waited for just a minute before going out because I realized that I had gotten about half hard watching them. They asked if I wanted to join them but I said, "No. I'm not much of a sun worshipper."

Sylvia said, "That's true. He'd rather trudge through snow than get a suntan."

"Well, I don't know about all that. But I do prefer it a little cooler rather than hot. But you ladies enjoy. Need anything?"

"No. We're good," they both said.

CHAPTER 4

That night we made love and it was much more intense than usual. We both love sex and have a very active and happy sex life. But that night was different. Sylvia seemed more passionate than normal and orgasmed twice. I also was more aroused than normal, and I know it was from watching Sylvia and Carmen rub each other's bodies with lotion earlier. That had been very erotic and sensual.

Afterwards we lay talking. Sylvia said, I'm glad Carmen and I have gotten close. I think she needs a friend. And I really like her. She's a sweet girl. It's good for me, too."

"I'm glad you met a new friend. I know you have other friends, but you can never have too many. It's a shame about her home life, though."

"Yeah, it is. I think eventually she'll leave him. But she's afraid to now. And I get that."

"Well, I think she knows we'll help her in any way we can."

"Yeah, she does. I've told her and so have you. Can I tell you something?"

"Of course. Anything."

"It's a little embarrassing. And I'm not real sure I should tell you. But I want our marriage to be completely open and honest. I think that's the only way it can work."

"Now you got me scared. What is it?"

"Well. You know earlier today when Carmen and I were laying out tanning?"

"Yeah."

"We helped each other put lotion on the other one's back."

"Yeah. I saw you through the kitchen window before I came out. And I gotta be honest with you. It was kinda sexy. I have to admit I stood there watching for a minute before I came out. You know us guys, we're perverts. We like to see two beautiful women making out. Anyway. Sorry. Go on with what you were saying."

"Well. I thought it was kind of sexy, too." Her face was a little red at this point and she was acting kind of sheepish. "I mean," she continued, "I got a little turned on when I was rubbing lotion on her. And when she did me, too." She looked up at my face then to see my reaction. It looked like she was scared of what I might say.

"Hey. Nothing wrong with that. You're both very beautiful and sexy women. I'd be surprised if you didn't get a little excited. You know, it might seem stupid, and I'm sure it is, but it seems that for women to feel attraction to each other is okay, but for men it's taboo. Well, that's what men feel, anyway."

"Yeah. I know a lot of women who have said they felt an attraction to another woman. Not that they'd ever do it, but they felt like they might like to."

I smiled at her and put my arm around her and hugged her. "I love you. I don't know how you girls could be attracted to us hairy old guys anyway. It makes much more sense to be attracted to a pretty girl."

"You're not a hairy old guy. You're a very handsome, attractive man. And I love you, too. But there's one more thing I need to tell you."

"Oh oh. What?"

"When I was in college I... uh... experimented. With a girl. Girls. A couple of times. I liked it. I'm not a lesbian or anything. I like men more, but I did enjoy sex with girls. Does that make you think less of me?"

"Hell no! Not at all. That doesn't bother me in the least. I don't know how true it is, but I've heard that a lot of women try it in their younger years. And some men. I don't care that you've tried it. Hell, like I said earlier, it kind of excited me to see you and Carmen putting lotion on each other."

"Good. Thank you. Did you ever experiment? With another man?"

"No. Never had any desire to try it. But guys are different."

"Thank you for understanding. I needed to get that off my chest."

CHAPTER 5

Things went along as they had for a while. Carmen coming over when Ronnie was partying, and other times, too. Sometimes staying the night when it was too rowdy at her house. We even set up a bed for her in the basement. The basement was finished and it was nice but it didn't have a separate room for a bedroom so the bed was just off to the side. And there was a bathroom down there that had a shower stall in it. So it wasn't too bad. She said it was perfect. She was becoming a pretty decent cook under Sylvia's tutelage, and cooked supper for us on several occasions. There were a couple of times we heard Ronnie cussing and raising hell next door and those were the times Carmen stayed with us. As far as we could tell he never hit her and she said he didn't, but she was kind of afraid he might because he loses control when he gets like that.

Things seemed to get worse between Carmen and Ronnie over the next few weeks. He got a DUI, which didn't slow him down a bit. They were fighting more and Carmen stayed with us some and at her parents some.

Then one Saturday she came to our door. I answered when she rang the doorbell and said, "Well, hello there Senorita Carmen. What brings you by? Looking for some tacos? Or tequila maybe?"

"No. I wanted to see if you had any Polish sausages." We shared a laugh and I invited her in. Sylvia came in from the bedroom and we all sat down to talk. Carmen said, "I want to ask you guys something, and feel perfectly free to say no. I will understand."

To make a long story short, Carmen and Ronnie were being evicted. She was leaving him, and asked if we would consider letting her stay in our basement until she could get her own place. After talking it over we decided that we could do that. We bought one of those folding partitions to put up to give her some semblance of privacy in bed. We bought a used stove, refrigerator, and microwave and set up a makeshift kitchen. Our laundry was down there so we also set up a partition around that so we could do laundry without disturbing her too much. When she saw all of this she cried. She said she couldn't believe we did all of that for her. She also said that it was too much and that we shouldn't have done it. I told her it was something we had talked about before. That it might be a way to get a little extra income by renting it out someday. They had 90 days to get out but she wanted to move in sooner if we didn't mind, which we didn't. And Ronnie was gone before then, too.

CHAPTER 6

Carmen got a job at a distribution center for a major retailer and was making fairly decent money. We settled on an amount that would help us with our bills and still allow her to save for a real apartment. She said she thought she could be out in 90 days but we said that seemed a little unrealistic and she could stay as long as she needed to.

Things were going along pretty well. Some evenings she would come up and have supper with us and watch TV, sometimes she stayed downstairs alone. She was saving money and offered to pay us more but we told her we didn't need or want more. That she was like a daughter to us. Although we weren't old enough to be her parents.

One weekend after she had been there about 2 months Sylvia was at her Mom's helping her with something or other. The kids went with her, leaving me home all alone. Me and Sylvia's dad don't see eye to eye and I don't go with her all the time. I told Sylvia that I would do the laundry while she was gone. We had agreed that we would do laundry on the weekends and Wednesdays and Carmen would do hers during the week, usually on Friday when she was off. So I gathered it all up and went downstairs to get it started. As I said we had put up a partition so we could do laundry without disturbing Carmen. I knew she was home because her car was outside. As I was loading the washer she called out, "Hi Sylvia. Laundry day hunh?"

I answered, "Si, Senorita. But it's me. Sylvia's at her Mom's. Sorry to disturb you."

"Oh. Hi Tucker. You didn't disturb me. And it IS your house." She had gone down to the other end of the basement and come through the storage room to join me in the laundry area. "Sorry. I left my clothes in the dryer yesterday. I thought I'd get them out before Sylvia came down to do laundry. She's usually not this early. I just got out of the shower."

"I see that." She had a towel wrapped around her and tied at the side under her armpit. Her hair was in a ponytail. 'Damn!, she looks hot,' I thought. And I wondered if she had anything on under that towel. Probably panties.

"Sorry. I'll get my stuff out of your way."

"It's okay. I won't need the dryer until the wash is done. Take your time."

"I know. But I should have gotten it yesterday. I just got lazy." She set her basket down, opened the dryer door, and bent over to get her clothes out. "And besides, I need some of these clothes now." I then saw that she did have panties on under the towel. Dark red ones. She piled her stuff in her basket and stood back up. The towel had slipped a little bit and slid down her bosom a little ways. She noticed and pulled it up and re-tied it. I kind of wished it had come loose completely and fallen, but my luck's not that good. She stayed and talked while I finished sorting the laundry, loading the washer, and getting it started.

Then I picked up her laundry basket and said, "Let me help you with this."

"You don't have to do that. I can get it."

"I know. But it's the gentlemanly thing to do. And we all know I'm a perfect gentleman."'

"Yeah, I just bet you are." she joked. "But seriously, thank you."

I carried her basket over to her living area and set it on a table. "Wow," I said, "I love what you've done to the place." I looked around. It did look quite nice. She had gotten a couple of plants, hung some pictures, and curtains, and set some knick knacks around. It also smelled really good. I assumed she had an air freshener somewhere.

"Thank you. I hope you don't mind that I hung pictures and stuff."

"Of course not. You do whatever you want. This is your space."

"Thanks.You're not half bad for a Pollock."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant to be."

"Okay. I'll leave you to get dressed. But I WILL be back. To finish the laundry, that is. Unless you want to do it for me."

"Of course I will."

"No. Just kidding. I know you would, but I really was just kidding."

CHAPTER 7

Sylvia and I decided that we wanted to convert the basement into an apartment like we had talked about before. It was working out pretty well with Carmen there and that prompted us to make the decision. I could do most of the work myself. Just a matter of putting up a couple of walls, running some wiring, putting in lights and outlets, painting, and putting carpet on the floor. We talked to Carmen and told her about our decision. We told her we would love for her to be our first official tenant, if she was interested. She said she would love it, that she really liked living here. I told her if she didn't mind a temporary inconvenience that I could do the work without interrupting her life too much. I'd take some time off from work and do it while she was at work. She agreed and said she would help me when she wasn't working. That she had done a little carpentry and electrical work with her dad.

The 3 of us made a plan of what we wanted to do with the place and I ordered the materials. I scheduled 2 weeks off starting the following week. I was looking forward to this project. I hadn't done anything like this for a while and I used to enjoy it.

I helped Carmen move stuff around so I could get in there and work. And she did help in the evenings after work. And Sylvia did what she could, also. We all had fun working together. After the walls were built, and the wiring run Carmen said she would help install outlets and lights. We decided to do some of them one evening. She was off the next day so she didn't have to worry about being tired or getting to bed early. Sylvia had some stuff to do on the computer for work. So after supper I went down to get started after calling and asking Carmen if it was okay. We cut up and joked while we worked and had a good time. I was holding the ladder for her and handing her stuff as she was hooking up a ceiling fan and light. She really was pretty good at this stuff. I could do it, but I ain't real crazy about working with electricity. She was wearing cut off jeans shorts and I couldn't help but stare at that fine ass right in my face. And if she happened to be turned around on the ladder, which she was at times, it was her crotch in my face. When she was turned that way I held her legs to steady her instead of the ladder. Then we moved on to some outlets. She was on her knees working and I had a mighty fine view down her top. She was wearing a v-neck t-shirt that was a little baggy and when she leaned over it hung down and I could see her bra-encased tits. She has pretty big tits and her bra was the type that doesn't completely cover her breasts and it was a pretty sexy sight. So I'm sure I enjoyed our working together more than she did. When we were done we turned the juice on and tested everything and they all worked fine. Sylvia came down then and we put our stuff away and talked a little while.

Over the next couple of days I prepped all the walls for painting and got started on that. I was still painting in the bedroom when Carmen came in from work on Monday. I worked a little later since Sylvia was gone. Monday is the day she goes to do volunteer work at the women's center. I told Carmen I just wanted to finish up the wall I was working on then I would be out of her way. She said to work as long as I wanted and offered to help. I said, "No, I'm done for the day. And I'm sure you are tired and don't want to paint this evening."

"Actually, I am pretty tired. I think I'm gonna jump in the shower while you finish up if that's okay."

"Yeah. You won't be bothering me. And I'll try to finish up quickly."

"Take your time. You're fine. You aren't bothering me."

I finished up and was cleaning up and putting my stuff away when she came out from her shower. She had a towel wrapped around her again. And was drying her hair with another one. She came over and was talking to me while I put stuff away and she dried her hair. She was saying how much she appreciates everything we've done for her. I watched the towel as she dried her hair. It raised and lowered with the movement of her hands. I was on my knees putting stuff in the corner out of the way so I was looking up at her. And willing that towel to come undone and fall to the floor. I did see a flash of panties a couple of times. Green this time. I imagined those caramel colored legs wrapped around my neck. I had to consciously make an effort to look up at her eyes as she talked.