The Au Pair – Part 2

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Martina sat on a kitchen stool, polishing the cutlery, as she listened to the gentle hum of the washing machine. It was a Saturday morning and she had got up early to make up for taking the previous day as a holiday. She hadn’t dressed properly, as she had expected to be alone, and had put her hair in two loose bunches and thrown on a pair of grey shorts and a white vest. She had been with Olivia and Ben for three weeks now, and had attended to her duties assiduously and not once given Olivia cause to regret her appointment. Yes, Olivia would rather she didn’t go around quite so semi-dressed at times. But she wasn’t so inadequately attired for it to be an issue, and it was only in the morning, after all.Martina looked up as she heard the door click open, and Ben came through still looking rather sleepy wearing just a pair of combat shorts and a bare torso.“Martina! You’re up early.”“Good morning, Ben. Sleep well?”“Yes, I didn’t know you were… I’ll go dress.”“Rubbish. You’re okay. I’ll make for you some coffee.”“Thank you. It’s going to be a hot one,” said Ben, looking at the sunlight, which was blazing through the window.Martina allowed herself a little smirk and turned to Ben.“A hot one?”“Eh? I mean the weather.”She turned and looked at him, as she plunged the rod on the cafetière and then gazed down at his bare chest and well defined arms.“You have nice konstrukce, Ben,” she said.“Construksi?”“Yes… svalstvo… muscles!”“Well, it’s the press ups, probably,” said Ben, pleased at the compliment.She placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him and stroked his right biceps. Ben followed the contours of her thighs and bum and looked up at her and began to get the first hard-on of the morning.“I will make for you toast. You like marmalade?”Ben could have corrected her faulty grammar, but he actually liked the way she talked. It added to her appeal. Almost a week had passed since she had wanked him through his shorts, in her room. Since then she had continued her skilful flirtation and innuendo, which she disguised behind her faltering English. Neither of them had alluded to the incident. It had been left behind closed doors and – as Martina had said, ‘their fantasy.’It felt unreal for Ben. He was still a virgin, but had now gone a whole lot further than he ever had with a girl. Never the less, there was still so much he didn’t know and had never experienced. He looked at Martina in her shorts and his mind did somersaults. He almost dare not imagine the wonderfully warm and moist treasures that lay underneath. He regularly tugged himself off to porn on his laptop. He had seen close-ups of a pussy, but that was a million Kadıköy Escort miles away from the real thing. He turned to gaze at her gorgeous bum as she put the slices of bread in the toaster, turning just in time to dodge being caught. In a way, he wanted to be caught. He wanted her to admonish him for his lust. Yet he wasn’t sure if he was ready, or if his pounding heart could cope with the stress. He looked at her shapely legs and the teasingly brazen outline of her pussy lips. “It will be a minute only. I make for you nice. What are your plans for the day?”“Cello practise, this morning. Then nothing, really.”“No party? I never hear that you go to party. Why is, Ben?”“I don’t know. I’m not… I get invited sometimes.”“You should party. Always on Friday is party time in Prague. Yesterday night, all my friends will be celebrating for the nice weather and outside. Have you been to Prague, Ben?”“No, I never.”“Ah you should do. Maybe when I finish with your Mum, I will show you, and…”Martina’s flow was interrupted by the ‘terchunk’ of the toaster popping up. He ate his breakfast and downed his coffee as the blonde au pair fiddled with the controls of the washing machine. She bent down, revealing a sexy inch or so of her cheeky bottom crack. When she stood up, the cotton of her shorts was trapped between the cheeks. Ben was caught between the basic urges to fill his stomach and the demands of his testosterone. He watched her tousled blonde hair, not yet combed, fall around her shoulders, as she piled the washing into a yellow basket. She bent down, facing him and her breasts jiggled freely, visible over the top of her loose-fitting vest.She looked up and followed his gaze.“Is breakfast with podívaná, Ben?” she said, giggling naughtily. “Hmmm?” “Breakfast with a peepshow!” she translated. You will get me fired!” She picked up the basket, chuckling to herself and carried it out into the garden, leaving Ben to finish his toast.After breakfast, the normality of the weekend kicked in. Martina went to the gym, Olivia joined her friend for a few games of tennis and Ben went to practise the cello with his cohorts at the local church hall. His cello kept him sane, as his hormones and the demands of his college work colluded to place him on an emotional roller coaster. On top of all that, he had Martina to contend with. A 21 year-old Czech blonde, who was impossibly sexy and seemed to delight in getting him aroused without any effort. Marshalling his confidence around Martina had its benefits and Ben had grown a little bolder with girls at college and had begun to feel less of a jerk and Kadıköy Escort Bayan was less tongue tied when talking to the hotter students in his group. He knew he had to relate to girls as people first and as sex bunnies second, and somehow all his lustful energy had been directed towards the au pair. It was like even the hottest girls in his group played second fiddle to her. That at least was the positive interpretation of his situation. The other side of the coin, was that she embodied all the qualities that defined his teenage preoccupation with sex. There was a sexual tension building, which he was finding difficult to control. She only had to look at him in a certain way and it would give him an erection. He wasn’t even sure if that was normal. His father was away at just a crucial time in his adolescence. It was hardly something he could broach on his weekly Skype with him and he certainly couldn’t ask his Mum.As he prepared to pack up his cello, he wondered how Martina was doing in the gym. The corollary of that thought was naturally of her taking a shower after her work out. He was beginning to lose command of his own imagination and it led to his inevitable arousal. He stood up and used his cello case as a convenient shield, as he spoke to one of his fellow musicians. After the events at breakfast and then spending longer in the kitchen than he had intended, he had gone out with his urges unfulfilled. Thinking of the au pair was making his cock uncomfortably hard and balls ache. He seriously needed to sort himself out.When he got home, he rushed upstairs, but to his dismay found his mother in his room with the technician who had come to install the broadband upgrade. He had forgotten about that, so he took a deep breath and went down to play on his Soccer Wii – taking penalties. It took his mind off things, until he heard the front door go, and Martina entered, her hair all fluffy and looking very sporty in her thigh length lycra shorts and tight top. “What are you playing,” she asked, dropping her sports bag in the hall.“It’s Match of the Day.”“What is? Is soccer game? Can I have a go?”“Sure. You stand on this mat and press that button when you want to shoot.”“Okay. I will take a penalty.”“Sure. Stand here.”“Here?”“No here.” Ben put his hands on Martina’s waist and guided her to the right spot. Martina looked round at him, giving him a heart-stoppingly sexy glance.After a couple of goes she scored and celebrated, which made them both laugh.“Do you have Grand Slam, the tennis game?”“Yeah, I do.”“Okay, we must play some time, and I will beat you.”“I’m quite good!” Escort Kadıköy said Ben, confidently.“We will see!” she countered, beaming.“But now I go to change and study for the English, Ben. Maybe you like to help with me?”“With the English?”“Yes. It is well? You can correct my mistakes.”“Well, yes sure.”“I just go to change into something and I will listen for you knock.”Ben switched off the Wii and packed it into its box, and his Mum came down with the technician, and saw him out.“Good session with the cello, Ben?”“Yes, fine. I’m going to help Martina with her English…”“Good. I think she’ll benefit from it. She’s coming on though isn’t she?”“Yeah, definitely. Ummm… I’ll just go up.”“Good. Oh by the way. I’ve been asked to take a conference Monday and Tuesday. I’m leaving tomorrow after dinner, so you’ll be in charge!”“You’re staying over?” said Ben, comprehending that he would be alone with Martina for two nights.“Yes, it’s in Bath of all places. I’m sure you’ll cope, and Martina’s great.”“Oh yeah, great. That’s good then.”“Yes. Well I better read up on the agenda. Are you okay, Ben?”“Me? Yeah, I’m fine.”“Good. See you later.”Ben gave a thumbs up to his Mum went upstairs.Ben’s genital issues were now becoming a real problem. The realisation of spending two nights in the house alone with the au pair, was producing a kaleidoscope of erotic scenarios and his cock was stirring again. He just needed a few minutes alone to relieve the frustration and he would be okay. He tip toed past Martina’s room, but managed to find the loose floor board, which was the wiring access and it betrayed his presence.“It’s open,” Ben, came Martina’s silky Czech voice.Ben froze and pulling himself together, pushed open her door.Martina was lying on her belly, her knees bent and her feet crossed behind her, as she read a book. She was wearing a short, pleated skirt and a summery buttonless shirt, which was tied above her midriff. She turned over and bent one leg, as she looked at Ben. He wanted not to ogle, but his gaze went straight to her white panties, which were impossible to miss, in the way that she was now lying on her bed. Ben could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra, by the way her up tilted breasts were pointing through the silk of her blouse.“Come and sit here while I read, Ben.”Martina had put on a little lipstick and gloss and sprayed on a little of her favourite perfume. He tried to block out the effects she had on him, but it was too much; especially with her sultry smile and that beautiful Prague accent.“Do you not want to help me with the English, Ben?”“Yes, why?”“I think you don’t like to teach me.”“No, it’s fine.”“Always it is fine, Ben!” she said, stifling a giggle.“I’m always saying ‘fine’ it’s me. I know I’m a bit lame, sometimes.”“Lame? What is lame?”“Sort of predictable and boring.”“No, I don’t think you are boring. “You don’t change you, Ben. You are… pohledný…” Martina paused thinking for the English word.

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