Donna and the Swedish Au Pair

"Donna"? Her husband spoke.

"Oh, fucking Jesus...what the fuck...Donna replied as she dropped the camera. "You scared the living shit out of me...Oh my word!"

Jeff stood there dumbfounded and asked, "What the hell are you doing?"

Donna stood there red faced embarrassed and humiliated. It ran through her head that she had been caught and she started trembling not knowing what to say. How could she possibly tell her husband she had just been zooming in to see the fine, glistening hairs on the flat stomach of the Swedish au pair next door.

Seconds passed before she started talking. "Shh, be quiet, Jenny asked me to check on the au pair, Mia, while they're away this weekend so I thought I overheard them talking about a party and was trying to get a better look at what they were doing."

"Huh...?" Donna's husband replied. "Whatever, I'm going with Sam golfing now, probably for the rest of the day so don't count on me for dinner, OK?"

"Uh, yeh that's fine I wasn't planning on anything anyway. Since the kids are at camp I really don't have any motivation to cook."

Her husband had already turned his back on her and was headed into the house. She slumped against the fence exhausted as adrenaline raced through her body..

Donna stood there frozen and vulnerable unable to move. She took a slow deep breath in and exhaled very slowly. When she heard the girly shriek followed by laughter it reboot her brain and brought her back to reality. "Whew that was close." Bending over she carefully picked up the camera, "Thank God, nothing broken.

Back in the kitchen she was nervously biting her nails contemplating her next move.

"That's a bad habit you know," her husband said as he passed by her with his golf bag on his shoulder. He reached into the refrigerator for a six pack of Heineken.

"Ya, tell me something I don't know?" a now cockier Donna replied.

Donna couldn't tell which was bigger, the golf bag on his back or the beer belly on his front. "Well at least he won't tip over I guess," she chuckled to herself.

"OK then we'll see you later," Jeff replied.

Just then in crystallized in Donna's head and she knew what she wanted to do; what in fact she had to do. "I'm not getting any younger and if I don't do something quickly I'm going to explode." The sad fact was she has never been interested in sex with her husband and the thought of spending the rest of her life with him made her shudder. She needed a distraction in her life and needed one now.

She raced up the stairs hoping Mia would still be at the pool by the time she got over there. Rushing into the bathroom she took a look at herself in the mirror and said, "You are one hot mother fucking MILF, so go enjoy yourself and don't feel guilty about anything, you've got nothing to lose."

She put her dirty blonde hair up in a ponytail and quickly brushed her teeth. She raced down the stairs, found her sunglasses and rushed out the back door before screeching to a halt having forgotten the reason for her visit. She rushed back into the kitchen, quickly cut the brownies into small triangles and arranged them on an expensive silver tray like the organized smart housewife she was and not the girl crazy nympho lezzy she felt she was becoming. She couldn't get the gate open fast enough and as she entered Jenny's back yard she was relieved to see Mia floating on a raft still in the pool with Camilla floating beside her.

Donna took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. Walking confidently and carefree she yelled to the two young Swedes saying, "Hey I thought you girls would like a little treat so I brought some brownies over."

"Awesome, thanks so much Mrs.." Mia tried to say but Donna cut her off.

"Uh, Uh Uh, now Mia you know better...?"

"Oh, sorry I know you told me to use your first name but..er I, Oh anyway, thank you very much Donna for the brownies." They all had a good laugh as Donna placed the plate on the patio table. Doing so she noticed the almost empty bottle of wine along with a plate of what looked like brown bread and some dried fish. Donna knew they were not old enough to legally drink in the US but also knew it was common practice and totally legal in Sweden. She wondered if Jenny knew about this or even cared but made a mental note to possibly bring up to her in the future.

Donna turned around, "What a gorgeous day!" she excitedly replied. She looked down at the water at the floating Mia and Camilla and immediately became entranced at the sight of the floating Swede and the pretty bikini she had on. Camilla on the other hand was overloading her suit at every turn. Flesh was everywhere, hanging and squirting out at every possible juncture, quite the contrast to her thin and lithe friend.

Fortunately for Donna, Mia's float had drifted so her head was closest to Donna and drifting closer to her while Camilla's was further away but facing toward her. Donna looking now at Camilla was struck again at her size. "I'm surprised the float is still on top of the water instead of at the bottom of the pool."

As Mia put her head back down on the raft she said, "This is so nice and the sun is so warm, Donna you have to come in."

Donna put her finger to her mouth and gestured to Camilla to be quiet. Mia couldn't see what Donna was up to but Camilla knew right away and looked away to avoid laughing.

Mia float was almost touching the near end of the pool where Donna had decided to kneel down and surprise her with a big splash of cool pool water. As Donna was kneeling however she hesitated distracted by the mere presence of Mia's almost nude body so close. She was so close to Mia and could have reached out and grabbed her but instead of splashing her she stared at her and the slick oily sheen cast on her shoulders and the bony ridge showing in the middle of her chest as her natural breasts gently rolled to the side.

Mia was now slowly floating head first directly beneath her so she would have to act quickly before being found out. Donna found delight in the speckled and varied moles, some bigger than others, judiciously sprinkled, no doubt by the Swedish god of sex, around her rib cage, narrow waist and sides. Donna wondered if kids teased her about them when she was younger. One of the moles was next to her navel and at first glance almost looked like a second navel but Donna took it as a unique and sexy sign of individuality. The contrast between her exotic moles and her Nordic white skin was strikingly revealed in the brilliance of the high New England sun.

Mia's nipples were standing on end clearly visible thru the soft bathing suit fabric. Donna breathed in and could smell and feel the heat radiating off Mia's body. With her eyes she followed the trail of her flat stomach and the soft blonde peach fuzz glistening from the accumulated perspiration on this sticky humid day. It continued down past her navel until finally reaching what for Donna could only guess was an unimaginable surprise. She wondered the color of her hair underneath. Donna then noticed what for her what had started this whole little infatuation with this barely over twenty year old hotty; the sparse, soft, reddish blonde underarm hair.

Donna then abruptly noticed Camilla staring at her with a quizzical look on her face, as if to say, "Why the fuck are you looking at my friend like that?"

That's when Donna felt the need to do something fast so with feelings of guilt and embarrassment she overreacted and unleashed a torrent of cool pool water right toward the flat warm sexy stomach she so wanted to touch.

"Whoa...Aagh! "Who the...my contacts?"

"Oh my God I'm so sorry I shouldn't have done that!" a now suddenly regretful Donna replied as she recoiled in surprise at the result of what she thought was her playfulness. She watched helplessly as Mia, with eyes closed, fumbled for something to hold on to before quickly plunging awkwardly into the cool pool water.

Mia stayed submerged while swimming underwater to the stairs. As she climbed up Camilla laughed and laughed at the spectacle of her friend becoming so disoriented and foolish in her attempts to stay on the raft. Making her way out of the pool Mia methodically made her way to her chaise, grabbed her towel and headed directly for the nervous and still mortified Donna, frozen by the edge of the pool. Donna was on edge as Mia approached silently and without any detectable emotion. She couldn't tell if Mia was mad or just having fun.

As Mia approached she suddenly lurched forward and grabbed Donna's arm. Donna, nervous and excited at the same time jumped but was firmly in the grasp of the young Swede.

"Do you have anything to say before you get wet!" Mia obviously in a playful yet determined tone demanded. Mia's, eyes wide open and twinkling, stared directly into Donna's. Donna froze enjoying the physicality of the beautiful playful Swede putting absolutely no effort to get free standing there limp like a rag doll ready for whatever punishment Mia wished to deliver. Mia held on tighter getting closer to Donna for better leverage. Donna was now almost nose to nose with the playfully intimidating Mia. Mia was breathing heavy and Donna could smell the infusion of alcohol and fish on her breath which in turn sent a shiver of excitement to her lower stomach.

"Oh, please Mia I have my all my good clothes on and really expensive jewelry... I'm sorry, really I didn't mean for you to get dunked."

"Doesn't matter, you're going in"! Mia now had both wrists firmly in her grasp and as much as Donna was titillated at the closeness and skin on skin contact she really had no desire to go swimming.

"OK, I'll let you go this time, but only if you do exactly what I ask!"

"OK, what...anything just don't push me in..please!"

"Number one you have to go back to your house and get us a bottle of wine, preferably white, number two you have to put on your bathing suit on so I can get you wet and number three you have to tell us some gossip about that bitchy Mrs. Miller."

As Donna thought about the proposal she couldn't help but smirk and as she said, "But I can't..." Mia pushed her closer to the waters edge.

"OK, OK..I'll do it just don't push me in!"

As Donna trotted back to her house she couldn't help but smile. A warmth started in her belly and slowly made its way outward to her extremities, looking down at her wet forearms where Mia had just been grabbing her she could still smell a faint chlorine odor; she couldn't help but be excited. "I'm probably going to Hell with the way I'm acting right now but I don't give a damn!"

Rushing in thru the backdoor Donna opened the first bottle of wine she could find. She didn't care if it was one of Jeff's more expensive bottles for it was a special occasion for Donna. She hastily opened it and poured herself a glass. Usually Donna didn't drink in the afternoon but the guilt of having feelings for the young au pair had gotten to her and she needed a stress reliever quickly. After finishing the glass she poured herself another while thinking about the appropriate bottle to bring over. She laughed to herself, "Let's see, what goes with...ah... fish? Oh Donna, your terrible," she said as a smile came to her lips.

Donna knew she shouldn't even contemplate going back to the O'Brien's. Here she was a middle aged wife and mother living in an exclusive suburb, what others would consider a perfect life and the envy of all she knew. Why in God's name she asked herself would she go back over. The pull was enormous and no matter the consequences Donna couldn't help but talk herself into going back and completing Mia's requests or more correctly - commands. "Now what kind of neighbor would I be if I didn't go back?"

Donna's love life had up to now had been in a deep freeze but since Mia had entered her life she has felt an overwhelming blanket of warmth, a thawing perhaps in her frozen loins. She knew she wasn't a lesbian but nonetheless at this stage of her life she could care less about labels and she didn't want to even think about the consequences. Donna thought about what her friend Jenny had said Mia asked her. Donna talked herself into believing that Mia was staring at her the whole time just now at the pool and how by coming over to her and holding her she had shown her interest. "Why did she ask Jenny if I had modeled if she wasn't interested in me?"

A rush of adrenaline surged through her body and wasting no time she ran up the stairs and quickly laid out three of her bathing suits on the bed. "Which one do I look the hottest in?" Her eye went right to the two piece she recently bought but hadn't the nerve to wear. She bit her lower lip and scooped it off the bed excitedly running into the master bathroom: she suddenly felt ten years younger.

She was naked in an instant and pulled the bottom of the suit up adjusting it while turning her neck staring at herself in the full length mirror. Stretching it down slightly over one of her ass cheeks a sense of confidence arose in her. Maybe it was the full glass of wine she just guzzled. She wasn't sure but looking at herself naked and imagining Mia looking at her was creating a rapid increase in her heart beat. She was impressed that her ass was still toned and tight. It had been awhile since she bothered to even look back there. "Who would have guessed it would only take a gorgeous Swede to get me to wear this thing?"

Her ass looked great so she now turned her attention to the sexy top half of the bikini. Forming the cups of the bikini top over her generous breasts she brought the straps around her neck and started tying when she saw it. "Damn I haven't shaved in over a month!" Donna was looking straight at her armpits and noticed soft swirl of reddish blonde growth. "Damn, I don't have time to shave." Donna then thought about Mia and how comfortable she was not shaving and it occurred to her that she should do the same and also that it could be a great bonding moment for them, almost like a signal to Mia that she was, "digging her vibe."

In fact, the more she thought about it the more confident she got and the more she was looking forward to running over their, arms in the air, expounding on the freedom of her new found feminism. She felt another jolt of excitement deep underneath the sexy black ruched bikini bottom leading Donna to smile to herself in the mirror. The ruching tapered right at the crack in her ass so it was especially sexy. Donna remembered the salesgirl exclaiming, "You could pass for a twenty year old in this suit."

Donna's reply with a laugh was, "Sold!"

"What is happening to me"? She quietly shook her head and whispered an answer, "Don't think, just do."

Donna bought the suit last year at Nordstrom's on the recommendation of a friend who said they had the best sales help and that they really spend time with you. She remembered how surprised she was when her saleswoman came right into the dressing room with her.

She reached into the bikini top and searched trying to find the detachable pieces in the built in cups. She bought this suit especially because the top came with a small piece of plastic material that was inserted into the cups of the bikini bra with the intention being to hide a woman's nipples. The saleswoman had recommended it for Donna, as she had very large bulbous nipples. Donna will never forget her saying that it would help her to "thwart the headlights".

At first Donna was embarrassed the saleswoman specifically picked this suit out for her but she really did feel it was a very sexy suit. She'll never forget the pretty salesgirls comment, "And on days you're feeling frisky all you have to do is take them out." Donna remembered turning bright red after she said that.

"Well today I'm feeling frisky with a capital F." She took out the plastic pieces and threw them away in the trash.

And then a depressing thought crossed her mind. "What if Mia has no interest in me?" and then just as quickly it occurred to her, "What if she does have an interest in me?" Then she thought again. If there was one thing Donna Lombardi was good at it was reading people and getting what she wanted. She knew Mia was pliable and that she could try and manipulate the young, naive Swede even if there was initial hesitance. "Besides, I know I'm just doing this for fun, nothing is really going to happen."

She put on a rose colored T with a burn out pattern so sheer it was just about see thru. She wrapped her blonde highlighted hair up into a French twist taking care to leave a few strands framing her face.

Looking at her watch she panicked and quickly ran through the bedroom and down the stairs where she found herself in front of the wine rack choosing the wine for the afternoon. She reached for the Prosecco thinking that it would be a nice change for the girls and then decided to grab a bottle of pear juice to top the Prosecco off. Donna was feeling good, better than she had in many months and wanted this drink to be special.

Donna was nervous on the walk over to Jenny's but she knew anything worthwhile takes courage. "I decided to bring some Prosecco girls instead of wine, I hope you don't mind."

"Sounds wonderful," Mia replied. As Donna took a look around she didn't see Camilla. Her hopes raised she blustered out quickly, "Did Camilla go home?"

Donna could tell Mia thought the question somewhat strange.

"Ah...noo...she's just inside getting something to eat," Mia replied.

Donna realized her misplaced enthusiasm so she purposely went overboard in the other direction by pretending to be ecstatic with the news. "Oh great...she's still here!"

Donna realized this was her opportunity to bond with Mia alone so she quickly placed the Prosecco on the table, tossed her towel and sunscreen on a chair, and just about tore her cover-up off and raced over to the edge of the pool where Mia was swimming.

Mia had one of the kids swim masks on and was slowly floating on top of the water looking for something. Looking down on the incredible figure suspended on top of the cool water mesmerized Donna. Mia's tapered waist was exaggerated by the reflection off the water spilling on to her and her ass flared out provocatively covered ever so slightly by her bikini bottom. Needing to bond with her desperately she could think of nothing else to say to her but; "Mia where did Jenny end up going this weekend again, I forget?"

As she said this and Mia stopped and stood up in the shallow water and asked Donna to repeat the question. Once Donna locked on to her eyes, she repeated the question but this time placed her hands in the air and reached back to "fix" her hair before slowly repeating the question showing off their common hygiene habit.

While doing this she stared at Mia hoping to make a connection. "Wow Donna, you look like a college kid in that suit. How old are you again?" Mia coyly asked.

"Never mind that let's see what your looking at down there," Donna replied as she walked over to the pool ladder and descended into the cool refreshing water. Donna wasn't sure if Mia had noticed that she hadn't shaved so now it was her goal to make sure. Donna was surprised at the coolness of the water and when she looked down could see the reaction her body was having to it. Goose pimples covered her body but it was her nipples that really stood out. It crossed her mind that it might have been a mistake taking the plastic pieces out of her top, yet she hadn't completed her mission. She determinedly walked closer to Mia, who was busy adjusting her swim mask. The water had just covered the bottom of her suit as she deliberately turned to face her. Again she raised her arms nonchalantly to fix her hair.

"Now she'll see how much we have in common." She was speechless as she stared into the beautiful eyes of her crush. Donna's eyes were wide with excitement as Mia spoke. "Wow Donna you really rock that suit and to think you're a mother of two kids!" Donna observed Mia's eyes traveling over her entire body and she swore she paused when looking at her underarms. Donna felt a sense of joy and excitement she hadn't felt in years. Standing next to the half naked Mia in the waist deep water was the highlight of her year and she didn't want it ever to end.