Amber awoke on a June morning to the sounds of birds chirping and the loud brakes of what was probably a large truck. She sleepily stretched her limbs, rolling over to bury herself further into the blankets and pillows. After a minute, she could hear men's voices calling out to each other. She was still half asleep, but slightly confused. It wasn't trash day, and the neighborhood was normally very quiet otherwise. Mildly annoyed, she sat up to get a look out the window. It was a moving truck at the house next door. She could see a team of men starting to unload the furniture, skillfully and quickly, already getting elegant looking pieces inside. Amber dropped her head back onto the sea of pillows. She was currently house sitting for her Aunt and Uncle. They went out of the country in May for at least the whole summer, possibly longer, and asked Amber to keep an eye on things. She was more than happy to oblige. Her aunt and uncle came into a lot of money a few years back after developing some software thing, their house was extravagant.
Amber just graduated college and had been living in various crappy apartments for the past few years. Her lease had been up in May anyways, so it worked out perfectly for her to move into their place for a bit. She was enjoying seeing how the other half lives. Amber grew up in a modest household, they never went hungry-but were definitely on a tight budget. As soon as she turned 18, she moved out and prided herself on having financial independence. Currently, however, she was in between jobs. She had been working various jobs throughout the years since high school...serving tables, being a cashier, retail, etc. Most of the time, she was working two jobs, finding little time to herself. She had gotten so fed up and tired that she quit her most recent venture in a fiery blaze of glory. Sure to give everyone a piece of her mind on the way out. Amber felt like she had earned a little break to unwind and look for something to get her career started. Since she was living rent free for the next few months, she wasn't overly stressed about the lack of income. She did have some savings. It did make her a little anxious though.
The movers continued being noisy, keeping Amber from falling back asleep. She figured it was probably time to get up anyways. As much as she enjoys her lazy time, she didn't want to waste away her little vacation. Amber watched out the window of the second floor guest room, which conveniently had a perfect view of the action. They moved around like worker ants, organized and never stopping. Then Amber saw a luxury black sedan pull up, most likely the new owner. Sure enough, a tall older woman stepped out of the vehicle looking at her new house with a little smile. The woman was probably mid 40's-50 years old. It was hard to tell, but she was stunning. You could just tell that she takes care of herself. Her caramel skin looked so smooth and vibrant in color, complimented by her light blue attire. She was wearing a fitted skirt with a matching blazer, dressed like a modern day Jackie Kennedy. Her jet black hair was cut as an angular bob that framed her face perfectly.
Even from this far away, Amber could tell not a hair was out of place. She was wearing large sunglasses that shielded most of her face. Amber still found herself wishing she will look that good at that age. She looked very fit, had long shapely legs and the curves of a young woman. She watched the mystery woman walk up the driveway, shaking the hands of the movers as she went. Amber watched the men put something into their pockets, then caught a glimpse of cash. Her interest was peaked. This woman was alluring. For the most part, Amber was a socially reserved person and only opened up to a few. In her opinion, she could get rid of all small talk and related things entirely. She was polite, however, and often found herself stuck in awkward and forced conversations with people. Over the years though, she's learned to avoid those situations almost entirely and it was very rare for her to initiate meeting someone new. This woman, however, just had some mysterious pull that made Amber really want to get a closer look. Plus, that house was even bigger than the one she's staying in, and even it feels like a mansion to Amber. She thought it would be cool to possibly get a look around.
Finally getting all the way out of bed, Amber walked into the bathroom. She was convincing herself even more to go say hello, figuring it would be considerate to let her know what the situation is. It's the neighborly thing to do, right? She looked in the mirror, eyes scanning her freshly woken face and bed hair. Her dark, thick curls were only kind of messy, giving that sought after carefree look. She met her reflections gaze, big blue eyes looking back at her. Her light skin was clear except for the freckles that sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. She started brushing her teeth and continued thinking about what to say to this lady. Amber walked back to her room to get dressed. She pulled on a pair of dark, fitted jeans up her thick thighs. No underwear, she rarely wore underwear. She hooked on her bra and then found a solid colored, simple blouse. It hung loosely, but her large breasts were still obvious. Amber was about 5'5" and wore a 34DDD, she was very curvy but still fit and athletic. She played some sports, did a little yoga, but naturally had a voluptuous body. She was not overly confident with her appearance, but overall happy with it. Amber was one of those people who genuinely did not know how beautiful she was. Which has kept her humble, but sometimes selling herself short.
She got herself ready; putting on a little lotion, slight amount of make-up, a quick overall clean up. She was almost to the front door when she realized it's usually polite to greet the neighbor with some sort of offering. Amber wasn't really sure what was in the house, but she looked around. After a lot of hesitation and over thinking, she decided on a potted plant. Her Aunt recently went through a "plant phase" or something like that. It was still a young plant and hardly grown, so she could just replace it. Amber was out the door and regretting bringing the plant, because aren't baked goods the usual thing for this? It was too late though because it was a short walk to the house, and some of the movers were already looking at her. She kind of smiled and nodded at them as she passed them by and hesitated by the open doorway. Luckily, the mystery woman was there to greet her quickly. Her sunglasses were still on. Amber cleared her throat and said
"Uh, hi. I'm Amber, that's my aunt and uncles house next door. I'm actually house sitting for a couple of months, but I wanted to come introduce myself."
She extended the plant out to her. The woman removed her sunglasses, revealing dark brown, slanted eyes. Those cat like eyes intensely scanned Amber up and down. She took the plant and turned to walk inside, gesturing Amber in. The lady was much taller than Amber, probably about 5'11" and slender, but with about C cup breasts and a clearly round, firm ass. They walked through a little foyer, and went through the dining room to the kitchen. The house already having most of the bigger furniture inside already. She set the baby plant on the counter and turned to Amber saying,
"Thank you so much for the fiddle leaf fig. It will go quite well outside. My name is Veronica Waters, but you will call me Ms. V."
Amber giggled very quietly and nervously. A sort of odd introduction, she suddenly felt 5 years old again. Ms. V continued,
"Please pardon the mess of the house. However, this is an exceptional moving team and things should be put together shortly. Now, Amber, how old are you?"
"Oh, I'm 23."
"Excellent. Moving can be so stressful. Would you like to join me outside for mimosas or possibly just champagne?"
Amber laughed a little more confidently this time. It was 11AM but she was never against day drinking. She also was excited for the opportunity to see more of the house and loosen up a bit with a drink. Ms. V had a slight accent, it was hard to place, but her voice was smooth and sultry. The kind that makes you hope they keep talking just so you can listen to more of it. Amber replied,
"That sounds excellent, and yes, you can hold the orange juice!"
"My kind of girl" Ms. V winked.
She walked towards an intercom system and pushed a button. Moments later, a man rounded the corner into the kitchen. He was dressed casually and had a warm appearance.
"What can I get for you, Ms. V?"
"We will be having champagne outside."
He nods and leaves the kitchen. Amber is a little confused, but starts following Ms. V as she walks out of the kitchen gesturing Amber along. The outside area is stunning, perfectly landscaped already. Clearly she had someone come in and do some work before today. There was a lovely covered area with a table and chairs, couches surrounding a fire pit. She sat at the table pointing at a chair for Amber. There was a large pool, a hot tub, a pond with koi fish. A small walking path with benches along the way, beautiful flowers and exotic plants surrounding everything. It was enchanting.
"Having a tranquil environment outside is so important to me." Ms. V sighed as she got comfortable in her chair.
"This is absolutely beautiful. I would say you succeeded!"
The man then appeared outside, coming from a different door than the one they walked through. He had a tray with two champagne flutes, an ice bucket for the bottle, and a glass bowl of assorted fresh fruit. He sat it down, pouring the bubbly and asked
"Is there anything else I can get for you?"
