031 :: Letter
Dearest Sister,
Day four. Sometimes things are a little silly here. I made the mistake of dressing too early today, apparently this is one of the greatest sins for an au pair. Who would have thought? Truth be told, I am not troubled by nudity. Hell, it is not much different to wearing my tee and leggings. When dressed anyone can look at my body and see exactly what I look like. And I am happy with my body. You know I am happy with my body even if it is a little boyish. I guess because I am naked I am a little more careful about my skin. Cream more caringly and notice little marks more. Hey, I have the best body here. Diane’s breasts droop, her stomach skin is loose. John has a chubby middle and needs to sort out his body hair. Peter is too slight and his cock has a hook in it. There is a freedom to being free of clothes.
Nudity is easy, the bit that is a little more complicated is consent. I am not sure I am going to be able to write clearly about it now as this morning has been a little strange. Not worrying, there is nothing to worry about. It is just a little strange. So, this morning I provided the main au pair service: I helped Diane and John prepare for sex. It was fine, they had good sex and I felt good. I might have felt satisfied with providing a good service or I might have felt a little turned on. It is tricky working out exactly as it is so different to anything I have done before. Then there was the weird thing. Peter assumed he knew how I felt and that it was just like he felt. Which was weird, but I guess that is how men are. Or how men can be. He just wanted to wank to the masters and me sexing. I didn’t know what to say and just, well, let it happen. I may be confused but I know for sure I don’t feel like him.
I am off to the shops and the gym now, will write about them later, and maybe I will edit this a little once I have thought more about it all.
Love,
The Au Pair
