What's it like to have a beautiful 22 year-old Norwegian girl living with you?
It all started with our move to America's Hometown, Plymouth, MA. We had a set of four-year old identical twin girls and an eight-year old son. We moved into a great house just a mile or two from the harbor.
Although I had a good position as a multi unit supervisor with a growing retail chain our finances weren't to the point at which Jan could stay home and be a full-time mom. We expected daycare to double in cost so we decided the best daycare alternative might be a live-in au pair. We were fortunate as the house had a comfortable bedroom suite over the garage that would suit a live-in very nicely. Although the upfront costs in hiring an au pair were pretty significant, the weekly stipend was very reasonable so we decided to give it a try.
Jan and I had been married twelve fantastic years. She was a fantastic wife and mother as well as an athlete who loved mini triathlons, racquetball, golf and skiing. She had a tight body with a great butt and boobs with perky nipples that liked to show themselves when aroused. I was in good shape still enjoying golf, softball, racquetball and an occasional basketball game.
Our sex life was active but not too adventurous, our exploits limited to some outdoor venues and hot dates. We did have an indoor Jacuzzi that was suit optional after the kids were in bed and, occasionally we watched some porn to spice things up. Jan was the only lover I ever had, as I was pretty conservative and careful as a teen. I had gone pretty far with two or three girlfriends but never "all the way."
That February we completed the application process to get an au pair through a national service. We went through the interview process with an agency in Washington DC and made the down payment designed to cover flights, health insurance and things like that. We were advised that most of the girls spoke fair English, typically visiting from Northern Europe but we were surprised to learn that families don't actually interview the candidates even though they'd become part of the family for a full year. As you would imagine, we hoped for someone that would love the kids and become a longtime friend.
Initially we were told we would have to wait a couple of months for a match but we lucked out when we got a call a couple of weeks later telling us that one of the girls in Boston needed a new family. It turned out that the family she was presently living with was taking advantage of her, requiring day and night duty as the primary caregiver for their newborn. That was outside the contract that called for an average 40-hour workweek.
We were nervous ahead of Charlize's arrival. What were we getting into; a year with a stranger could be a long time? Fortunately everyone hit it off, immediately. We discussed expectations, some house rules and asked her about what she would like from us. We covered all kinds of things. She visited with us for a couple of hours and, by the end of that time she was coloring with the kids and teaching them new games.
She was friendly, although on the quiet side and spoke very good English. She enjoyed sharing anecdotes about her family back in Norway and loved hearing about life in the US. She was simply, looking forward to spending a year away from the dairy farm she had grown up on. She seemed like she would be a great fit. We called the coordinator and asked if we had made as good an impression on her as she had made on us; she started the next Saturday.
All went very well. Jan went back to work. Charlize covered the sitting during the weekdays while we were at work and had most nights and weekends off. We bought her an old Ford Mustang so she could drive the kids around, when necessary and enjoy some independence from us on her days off. Her weekends were either spent in Boston with some of the other au pairs or she'd invite a handful of them to crash at our house. All the girls and one or two guys were between twenty and twenty-five; the majority of them were from Sweden and yes, they were easy on the eyes and in the US to have a good time. They were a lot of fun and were great around the kids.
Jan and Charlize had become fast friends and by early spring had begun training for their first mini triathlon in which they'd compete together. They had been running and biking on a regular basis but hadnÕt started the swimming portion of the training.
One night in early June, Jan rolled over in bed, slid her hand down to my cock and whispered, "You are not going to believe what Charlize looks like in a bathing suit." I said, "What do you mean?" She explained that they had gone swimming earlier that morning in the lake and that the best way to describe Charlize in a bathing suit was "Sports Illustrated." I said, "no way" and she replied with a gentle squeeze, "front cover!"
Since Charlize joined us in February, her attire through the rest of the winter and early spring was almost always a pair of loose fitting jeans and a sweatshirt. Neither Jan nor I had paid much attention to what might be underneath. Perhaps my hormones were on vacation!
A week later I came home from work and found her stretched out on a lounger in the backyard. She was lying on her belly with her bikini top untied, catching rays. I startled her, a bit as I was home a little early so she quickly retied her top and rolled over. We chatted as I drank in the rest of her attributes agreeing that Jan's SI description was absolutely accurate. She was about 5 foot 8 with long athletic legs that went from her painted toes to her shapely muscular ass. I guessed her boobs were perfect 34Cs, creating just the right stretch in that bikini top. Although our relationship, to date had been totally platonic, I couldn't help fantasizing about what it would be like to pleasure her body.
