The goddess had a name which she now shared with her travelling companions."Hi! I'm Candice," she beamed as she shook each person's hand, first the la...dies, then the old guy and lastly Billy. " But my friends at college just call me Candy." An open invitation for some witty remark, cute or cutting. But no word came from her seat mates although two snorts passed the lassie ladies' lips and a guttural grunt from the old man whose eyes were busy boring a fifth hole in Candy's shorts ... his. Anyway, I’m getting off the point I guess. It was Friday night about a month ago, mum and dad were out, Jasmine was out and I was most defiantly in, I was watching some creepy film and hiding behind the cushion, wishing I had watched a Romcom instead , when the street door bell went and scared the pants off me. I looked through the peep hole and it was Jasmine and the demigod, I opened the door and it was pretty obvious that she was “as drunk as a skunk” as my dad would say. “Hey pumpkin” said. ..I walked in to my apartment and was greeted by the new maid I had hired; she is very tall about 6ft I think, slim waist with broad shoulders, a surprisingly firm big ass and curvy hips and good shapely long legs with shapely calves, it is those features coupled with her French accent and quirky beautiful face that made me hire her. She had water blue eyes and always had a slightly awed look on them when she spoke. She always wore an immaculate uniform, a shirt with a short skirt, good shoes. She brought out a book and a glass of ice water, setting both down beside her lounger as she got comfortable. We exchanged hellos as I worked on the other side of the pool. Her sunglasses prevented me from knowing if she was looking at me, and mine prevented her from knowing I was staring at her while trying to psych my cock out of sprouting a hard-on in my bathing suit. Working my way around toward her, I marveled at her nipples, which were telegraphing through her top even though it was.