My mom and I moved to a small town in the Northeast when I was young after my dad took off. Her sister lived there and took us in. It was a small town with two places to work, a factory of a small manufacturing company, and a private school, basically a boarding school for very wealthy kids. My mom started working at the school in the cafeteria. She is a great cook, and it was soon noticed by the headmaster of the school. He asked my mom if she would like a second job, cooking dinner for him and his daughter, who was the same age as I was, 7 at the time.
After school I would go to the headmaster's house and play with the little girl, I will call her Liz, as my mom cooked. The headmaster's wife had died many years before. Liz and I became very good friends, and we both took the school bus from the local grammar school to her dad;s house every afternoon, joking and talking about the teachers, students, etc.
I was enthralled with her, this cute little red head girl with bright blue eyes, funny, and interesting. I was a very good student, especially in science and math, so often helped her with her homework. When we got to ninth grade, Liz transferred to the private school her dad and my mom worked at. We saw less of each other, that year until we almost never saw each other at all. In tenth grade, Liz father told my mom he could get me into the school on a scholarship, due to my outstanding grades, and the fact I was a minority, as I am of Mexican heritage. I knew it was a big opportunity for me, as the graduates of that school get into very good colleges, and the headmaster told me if I did well there, based on my economic situation, had a very good chance of a scholarship at a college.
I was very excited to start school there, and to renew my friendship with Liz. The first week there, I had a difficult time. All the other kids were rich, white, except a few scholarship kids, and all of them except me were there for athletic scholarships. Liz was now a stunning girl, easily the prettiest girl in school, a cheerleader, and going with a star athlete on the football team. I tried to renew our friendship, but she wanted nothing to do with me, and her boyfriend and his friends bullied me mercilessly, with Liz egging them on. I was hurt, angry, and learned to avoid them. I became good friends with a boy there that was also bullied by those guys . We were both deemed nerds by the popular crowd. Both of us essentially just concentrated on our studies, avoiding the usual high school activities. I ended up with a scholarship to a prestigious school known for their technology, and my friend was there as well, not needing a scholarship as his father was quite wealthy. I had heard Liz had gone to California to pursue acting, which I learned from her father, who had been a principal reason I had received the scholarship thanks to his glowing letter of recommendation. He was a very good, and thoughtful man and I was very grateful for his help.
Both my friend and I were working on our masters degrees when we got an idea for a product. We worked on it on our own time, and his father agreed to fun us to began scale-up and production. It became a huge success, so I was actually wealthy beyond what I had ever dreamed of at the age of 25.
The headmaster had become quite ill during this time, and I stopped in to see him whenever I visited my mom. She liked the town she was in, and I bought her a house there. She did not need to work, but still cooked for the headmaster, now retired. He died and many former and current teachers, former students, and friends attended the funeral. No one knew how to contact Liz, and she was not present.
My company expanded and we set up a second business office on the west coast in LA. I would go there about once a month to manage things so bought a small but very nice house in a good neighborhood to stay at when I was there. The house was technically company property, for tax purposes, so it was sometimes used by clients, and other executives of the company. I had converted the pool house into a small residence that I stayed at when it was being used by others, which was infrequently.
I was returning from a meeting to the house one Friday afternoon, and was driving behind a Mercedes that was driving a bit erratically. Suddenly the car stopped, a guy got out of the drivers side opened the passenger door and through a bag out of the car onto a lawn, he reached in and grabbed a person by the arm and pulled her out and pushed her down on the lawn. She was yelling at him, but he got in the car and sped away. I drove slowly by the woman, sitting crying on the lawn, not really sure if I should do anything. I decided to ask her if I could call a taxi for her, somewhat limiting my involvement, but appeasing my conscience. I rolled down the window and asked if there was someone I could call for her, a taxi, a friend? She looked up and I realized it was Liz, older, a bit bedraggled, but her. She did not recognize me I was pretty sure, but she got up and gathered her stuff on the lawn. She was still crying and said she had no where to go, but could I give her a ride into town. I said sure, I got out and helped her put her bag in my back seat, and she got in. She was wearing very short shorts, a tank top with no bra, and high heels. I began to wonder if she was a hooker. After she got in, dried her tears, she looked at me, I saw her suddenly realize who I was. She said oh my god, I cannot believe this, running into you, here. I said, only lying a bit, you look good Liz. She did actually look good, just obviously having a rough time. We were silent for a bit, and she said I am sorry for the way I treated you in high school. I said, that's all in the past. I asked if she would like something to eat. She said she had not eaten that day, except a cup of coffee in the morning. I told her my house was close by, and my kitchen was stocked. She seemed surprised, she asked you live here? I told her this was just my place I stayed when doing business in LA. I knew what she meant though, this is a pretty affluent area. We pulled into my drive, and I got her stuff and we went inside. She looked around and said this is a really nice place. I told her she could use my bathroom if she would like to relax and clean up a bit while I cooked something up. I heard her in the bathroom, the shower go on, and I prepared dinner. I had learned to cook from my mom and I am actually pretty good. I made something quick and easy, chicken quesadillas with a avocado jalapeno citrus salad. Liz came out, clean and looking way better, a clean tshirt, a different pair of shorts, and barefoot. She still had no bra, and her boobs and nipples were quite evident. I had always loved her white white skin, and it was obvious she avoided the sun to keep her radiant skin so lovely. We chatted over the meal a little, she said she had gotten a few commercials when she first came to LA. Had been in a play, and had extra parts in a few small movies, but no big breaks. She had just scr**ed by for the most part. I asked who the guy in the Mercedes was and she said he was a producer that had been promising her a role in a movie he is starting in a few weeks. She had been staying at his house, and she had found out last night, the role she was promised was given to an established actress weeks ago. He was just keeping her around to fuck her. She confronted him with this and he had thrown her out. I was silent for a while, not really knowing how to ask her the next question. I asked, do you know about your father? She asked what I meant, that she had not talked to him in a while, but the last time they spoke he said things were great. I told her he had been ill for a long time and passed away two months ago. She broke down, crying and I held her, for an hour. I gave her the details of the funeral, which my mom and I arranged, and told her we had tried to contact her but could not find her. Between sobs, she thanked me and my mom for our kindness to her father. I told her he was a great guy and I owe so much to him it was the least I could do.I told her she could stay in the guest house tonight if she liked and I would be right here if she needed anything. I took her to the guest house, which is pretty nice. She fell on the bed and sobbed a bit, then fell asleep. I put a blanket over her and left to my bedroom.
I awoke the next morning and heard noises in the kitchen. I got up through a robe on and found Liz cooking breakfast. She smiled at me, and said coffee is done, breakfast will be ready in a second. She had the same tshirt she had slept in, but only had a pair of panties on underneath. I poured the coffee, sat down and watched her. She was still incredibly beautiful. Her ass was wide, her waist slender, great tits, I guessed were maybe 32 or 34 c or d cups. Her amazing red hair and the bright blue eyes always made her stand out. We ate breakfast, and she was in a much better state than yesterday, which had been very rough. She told me it was fate to run into me, and she was so grateful I had not held her behavior in high school against her, and had shown her father kindness in his last days. I asked if she had any prospects for acting jobs. She said she had a couple, but was in a dire financial situation, no money, no where to live, and no immediate way to make money. I thought for a minute and told her she could stay here, that I only use the place a few days a month, and if one of my clients needed it, she could stay in the guesthouse while they were there. The refrigerator was stocked with food and the place was cleaned weekly by a service. I told her the car was left here, so she could use it as she needed. She said no at first, but I saw it tempted her. I told her it was best if the place was occupied anyway to prevent any burglaries. I pointed out the security system, and the cameras, that I told her only I could see. I had normally checked it daily as I was worried about break ins.
She agreed, and smiled, gave me a kiss and a hug and said thank you.
I finished breakfast and had to run to meet a business partner for a last minute change before he flew to China. I got ready and left, telling her I would be back at 6 and to make herself at home.
I finished my meeting and got back home at a little after 6. I was thinking about my meeting as I walked in, so I was distracted. I was walking towards my bedroom to change clothes when I heard Liz behind me say welcome back. I turned and saw she had on one of the robes from the pool house. She told me she had spent the time in the pool. She walked towards me, and as she got a few feet away, she said I did not have a swim suit, but she like swimming in the nude. She dropped the robe and I almost lost my breath. Her lovely boobs with pink aureoles and nipples so erect, and her just round enough belly going down to her trimmed pussy, shaved around the lips and bright red hair above accenting the pinkness of of her beautiful pink lips. She came up to me, kissed me, pressing her exquisite tits into me as her hand went down to my pants, which she unzipped, and her hand felt inside my underwear. She rubbed my cock which was beginning to come to attention. She pulled me towards he couch, and she sat in front of me, pulling my pants down, and then my underwear. She smiled up at me and said, oh my, you have a great dick. My dick is not the longest, but about 7 inches, but is I know much thicker than other guys. My girlfriend back east would never give me a blowjob because of that, and actually I think she just did not want to suck. Liz licked my cock and put her full lips around the head, and I figured she was going to do the thing most girls did, work the head while they use their hand to stroke me. She took the whole cock right to the balls, and as she went in and out, she rolled her tongue around the shaft. She worked it slowly from head to full shaft in her mouth. I was amazed and worried I was going to blow a load quickly. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and told her this was going too fast, I pushed her back on the couch, and spread her legs, Her lips parted and I saw she was all ready wet, I licked her long pussy lips, loving the taste, the smell, the incredible pinkness of her, the bright red hair. Her pussy exceeded all my fantasies of what she must look like nude. I ran my tongue over her clit gently, running my tongue into her parted lips, losing track of time, lost in the hot haze of her beauty. She moaned and quivered as she got wetter and wetter. She ran her fingers through my hair as I pleasured her, getting me even more excited. She told me to stand up, and I did. She began to suck my cock deep. I put my hands on her head, fucking her beautiful face. Again, I had to pull out before I came. She knew exactly what I wanted, she stood up too and pushed me on the couch. She sat on me facing me, she looked into my eyes and said, I want your big cock in me. She straddled me reached for my dick and slipped in her pussy, slowly going up and down leaning back. She said, your thick dick feels so good in me, and I said back I bet not as good feeling as the feeling of your pussy. Her pussy felt wet, hot and tight as she rode me, I looked down to watch my cock going in and out of that hot pink pussy. I grabbed her big ass and pulled her into me, stood up with her still on my dick. I carried her to my bedroom and put her on the bed, fucking her deep. My balls were soaking wet from her wet pussy, she moaned and yelled fuck me, fuck me good. Oh, and I did. She turned over on all fours and I banged her doggy style, watching her big ass shake with every thrust in. She loved hard nasty fucking like no woman I have ever been with. She told me to put my cock in her mouth, she wanted to taste her pussy on my dick. I put my cock in front of her and she licked it, licked it all, licked my balls, licked around the head, her beautiful face was now flushed pink from excitement, I could not hold back anymore I told her I am going to come. I expected her to turn away, or something, but she just put her beautiful lips around my dick. I blew the biggest come I think I have ever done. She looked at me and opened her mouth to show me her mouth, full of my cum, dripping from her sensual lips. I pushed her back and began eating her hot pussy again. She giggled and said you are such a bad boy, but lucky for you, I am a very bad girl.
I had to fly back home the next morning. I could not get Liz off my mind. I remembered the video security and watch the recording of the day before. The angles were generally wrong, but caught enough to get my cock raging hard. I was stroking my dick and forgot my girlfriend was supposed to come over. She had a key, and walked in on me, hard cock out, and watching a video of me fucking a beautiful redhead. It did not go well to say the least. That was the last time I saw her.
I called Liz and told her what happened. She said she was sorry, but also said she thought it was hot that I watched the video and got off. She asked if it could only tape or could I watch live. I told her I could watch live. She asked me to watch the kitchen video feed.
I switched to that and she stayed on the phone. She had some music playing and went into the kitchen, wearing a blouse, jeans, and she began to dance and strip to the music, and of course my cock was soon out. She took off her jeans first, then the blouse, then the bra, and lastly the panties. She was so fucking hot looking. I had thought maybe her beauty was just my fond remembrance of the hot sex, but seeing her now, I said no, she is amazing. She rubbed her pussy and asked if I was stroking as well. I told her I was and she said she wanted us to come together. I came and she came, and I thought damn, why did I leave her there. She told me she had to go see about a commercial that was interested in hiring her the next day and was quite excited as it was the best paying gig she had a chance for yet. She asked when I was going to be there again. I was supposed to go back there in about a month, but said I will be back for the weekend.
So that is my little adventure. I can tell a lot more about it if anyone is interested.