No Panties: My Wife's Journey from Banker to Nude Model to High-Class Whore by Kurt Fino

Author:Kurt Fino [Fino, Kurt]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2021-03-22T00:00:00+00:00

13. A guest

When I came back from my walk along the beach the next morning - I hadn’t had the energy for a run - I’ll admit that I was pretty gratified at what I saw outside the beach house.

A yellow Camaro, parked in the driveway.

The car was empty and the house was locked, so I walked round the side of the building. As I got round to the pool, the first thing my eyes were drawn to were the two pert breasts with jet black nipples the size of beans, poking up in the sun. Odalys was lying on the sun bed in just a pair of red bikini briefs.

“Great view,” I said.

Odalys sat up and smiled. “I hope you don’t mind. You weren’t here so I thought I’d just wait for you here by the pool.”

“Not a problem.”

“Do you have any sun screen?” she asked.

“Don’t want to get a tan?”

“I don’t like getting burnt. People think because my skin’s dark I won’t get burnt, but when the sun’s like this it will still hurt.”

“I’ll fetch you some.”

A minute or two later I was sitting next to her. I smeared some cream onto her smooth, hard back. Odalys turned and smiled silently at me as I did.

“You can do the rest,” I said. “You hungry?”

“Yes,” she said evenly.

I made some ceviche and served her a beer. We made a few pleasantries as we ate lunch. Then I sat by the pool with a book and a beer as she lay down again on the sunbed and took out her cell phone.

“You don’t mind if I’m topless, do you?” she asked me.

“However you prefer,” I answered. I could tell she was a bit pissed at my indifference, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop thinking about my wife up in California, and all the money she was earning us, and I couldn’t really give a damn about anything else.

After an hour or so of near silence, Odalys went up to the spare room I had given her and left me to it.

In the early evening we went for a walk along the beach. She wore only a sarong around her waist and a tight little burgundy bikini. I noticed how every one of the fishermen we walked past - and most of the dads with their kids too – stared straight at her whenever we were near them.

Odalys told me more about how she had managed to leave Cuba. “People always think it’s about communism or something, but actually I don’t give a shit about Fidel or his brother. I had to leave because of my dad. He was an angry, frustrated little man, and he terrorized my mother, my sisters and me. I was the only one who stood up to him, and for that, he treated me the worst. As soon as I was able to, I got out of the country and made it to Mexico. I haven’t been back, of course.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Sure, some things. Others not at all.

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