Juan Pablo paused in his kitchen to look out into the street where a short procession was passing. He always enjoyed watching the Quinceanera festivities, it reminded him of when he was young, how he wanted to act so grown up. Now, outside the young boys... young men wore their finest suits while their girlfriends wore fancy gowns, some wearing makeup for the first time. And then there was the one girl wearing the white bridal gown, just turning fifteen, the center of attention as they walked from church to the dance.
Juan had no daughters but watching this Quinceanera he thought of Maria's, the daughter of his housekeeper. Yes, it was just three years ago Maria wore the white gown in the finest celebration the town had ever seen. Juan was happy to have financed the affair for Christina, his devoted housekeeper and her daughter. Even if Christina's husband had not left her those years ago, they'd never been able to afford anything like the celebration Juan provided.
And now, as Juan watched the procession move past his house and on up the street he was about to realize the return on his grand investment. It was just over three years ago that Juan stood in as Maria's father and danced with her. Even then, with her beautiful face and budding body he had to force himself to remain in control, reminding himself with each step of the dance that at that moment he was her father. Of course now that she turned eighteen, "Quinceanera y tres," Juan whispered, things were very different.
He moved over to the door into the housekeeper's quarters and gently knocked. Taking a deep breath he prepared himself. Knowing Christina would be gone, he waited to be greeted by Maria. Over the past few weeks he wondered about this very moment, he wondered just exactly how Maria would greet him on this important day. Would she be adorned in the white gown she wore three years ago, or would she wear one of her newer dresses, or would she simply be dressed as she might simply going to the market.
Juan heard a sound and watched as the door knob slowly turned. Taking a deep breath he stood motionless as the door opened and he looked upon Maria. She was completely naked.
Taken aback by her boldness he said, "Maria, you should be wearing something."
"Why, isn't this what you came for."
She was right of course. She knew about the deal her mother made for her Quinceanera. Three years ago it seemed like such a far off thing Juan supposed, but now it was resentment he saw in her eyes. Such a different look than the way she looked at him as they danced at her celebration.
Biting his lower lip, Juan calmed his temper and let himself simply enjoy the sight of the young woman. Yes, he should have expected her resentment, he had driven a very hard bargain with Maria's mother. Of course twenty thousand dollars was a considerable sum to pay for the celebration three years ago, but, understanding the price of virtue, Juan now knew he got the better end of the bargain.
Maria was short, with long dark hair that now cascaded down in front of her, partially hiding her small breasts. She was an athletic girl throughout high school and now that she was going to college, she remained active. She was muscular, but still maintained a feminine curve at her hips and thighs. Letting his eyes flow over her body, Juan paused at the thick patch of dark pubic hair. He reached out and let his fingers lightly brush through the surprisingly soft curls.
"You're not the first to touch me there," Maria informed him.
"I'm not?"
"No, my boyfriends have touched me there, they touched me all over," she replied.
"You are very beautiful, I suppose most of the
boys
want to touch you."
