My name is Jason, and I was bringing up some firewood to
the house, when my daughter drove up in her Miata with
her wife in the passenger seat.

The girls hopped out of their little car, and said in
unison, “Hi handsome!”

“Get the door girls will you and why are you here so
late in the day?” I hustled inside and dumped the wood
in the hopper by the fireplace.

From the kitchen Karen said, “Is that you Meg?” My wife
was preparing dinner.

“Yes Mom, and I brought Maia with me.” Meg was headed to
the kitchen to give her Mom a kiss.

Maia is a beautiful woman, about 22 the same age as Meg,
with black hair all shiny and long to the shoulder. She
is dressed in a lovely white oxford shirt, with the
buttons open to the level of her belly button, and the
middle flesh of her breasts is peaking out of a pink bra
that looked as though it might just be a bathing suit
top.

She has long legs covered with chinos and low heeled
shoes that were obviously from a designer not Wal-Mart.

I looked into her eyes and she smiled, “It is so nice to
see you again Mr. Small!” She is chuckling a bit.

I am 46 and am 6 feet tall. I am a little overweight but
still have a 38 inch waist, although it is a bit taught
these days. I have all my hair still, and keep close
shaven, to differentiate myself from the unkempt crowd.

I offer Maia a seat next to me on the sofa. She glides
into place and smells delicious.

She has long fingers with polished nails, and her skin
is lightly tanned or it is her natural state, I can’t be
sure, not that it matters. She is in terrific shape, and
she oozes sensuality that makes my libido tingle and
something else as well.

I can see more of her breast flesh now, sneaking a peek
into her blouse opening, and she has no tan lines, so
her skin is naturally that sexy caramel tone with not a
blemish or scar in sight.

“So what brings you two here this late in the day, don’t
you have to get back to Boston tonight?” I ask.

Maia looks right into my soul with those dark eyes, and
says, “Can we spend the night? We have taken tomorrow
off, and would like to finalize things with you and Mrs.
Small.”

I want to slowly undress her and discover that hidden
girl inside, but I say, “Of course you can stay in Meg’s
room, although the guest room has a queen bed and you
two might be more comfortable there.”

Maia is mysterious and very smart, “Uhmmm – I like the
idea of the queen bed.”

I ignore the subtly of that, and ask, “Are you still
working for that modeling group in Boston, Maia?”