Date: Sat, 16 Oct 2010 18:29:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Maui <mauirob3@yahoo.com>
Subject: Menores in Paradise, #1

A fictional/wishful thinking tale, featuring:

Lawyer Casey, age in his 50s
Maria Lopez, age in her late 30s
Margarita "Maggie" Lopez, age 11
Eduardo "Eddie" Lopez, age 12

I was living the laid back life in a place that lived up to its literal
name: Paradise Valley, a wealthy suburb of greater Phoenix, Az. After years
of litigating on behalf of the underdog, and earning substantial dollars in
the process, I cashed in, settled up with a couple of ex-wives, and started
living the life of a semi-retired lawyer. Still in my early 50s, I
purchased a rambling Spanish style hacienda with a large pool in patio area
surrounded by 8 foot high adobe walls. The housing market crash had been
good to me; I purchased my dream home at a fraction of its original asking
price. Set financially, I spent my time lazing around the pool, taking
early morning jogs, tennis, squiring lissome lassies (and the occasional
lad) around town and occasionally along with me to my pool and bed. Oral
pleasures are my favorite pastime, perhaps a derivative of earning a living
where there is an emphasis on the quick tongue. Still lean and in
reasonably good shape, a shade over 6 feet tall, 180 lbs., give or take,
with a smooth body and shaved six inch thick cut cock, which was
occasionally kept busy in suck and fuckfests with the aforementioned lads
and lassies. I was pretty much set. And I did keep busy from the
occupational standpoint, primarily helping immigrants in their seemingly
never ending battles with la migre, the immigration authorities. Ironic
that the same citizens, descendants of immigrants themselves, would eagerly
hire immigrant workers for at or less than minimum wage jobs no anglo would
perform, while at the same time doing their best through threats and
dubious laws to expel or jail those who sought a better life. My fees for
such services were not substantial, but fortunately I did not need much in
the way of money to maintain my life and lifestyle.

That fall Saturday started like many others, as I lazed about in my home
office sorting through mail and a few cases that didn't require much in the
way of attention. And the phone call started like many others, with a
connection from a youngish woman speaking broken English. I, at best, can
only speak Spanglish. "Senor Casey, abogado?"

"Just call me Casey," I replied.

"Momento, por favor." The next voice on the phone was that of a young boy,
or girl as it turned out, who spoke excitedly and with a hint of
desperation in her voice: "Attorney Casey, this is Margarita Lopez. My
mother who just spoke to you is Maria Lopez. She does not speak English
very well, so she is having me translate for her. She has lived here since
before I and my brother Eduardo were born, but she is being pursued by
immigration, since she never became a citizen. She has worked constantly to
provide me and my brother better lives. They want to deport her. I am
eleven years old and my brother Eduardo is twelve. We are citizens
Mr. Casey, we were born here, but my mother is an illegal. We have no
father; he left when we were babies and if my mother is sent back to Mexico
we will have no one! Can you help us Mr. Casey?" Her plaintive pleas
bespoke a girl wise beyond her years.

"It's possible I can help your mother. We will have to meet. But first, my
name is Casey. We are all equals here."

"Then please call me Maggie; and my brother is called Eddie."

Introductions having concluded, I told Maggie that I could meet with her
mother at my house around noon. She should bring all papers concerning her
situation and I would review them and see what I could do about her
situation. Rapid fire Spanish went back and forth between Maggie and her
mother and Maggie responded: "That is perfect Casey! Mother does domestic
work at 3 in the afternoon at a hacienda near yours and Eddie is due at the
nearby soccer field at noon, so mother and I will be there at noon. Eddie
can join us after his soccer match when mother is ready to leave for her
domestic work!"

The apearance of such clients is usually a 50-50 proposition, as they often
change their minds, fearing that legal involvement will further jeopardize
their situation, they lack money for fees, or some such thing, so I didn't
give the matter much more thought. For the next couple of hours I busied
myself with college football TV viewing and the usual house maintenance.
Typical fall Saturday, with weather creeping into the high 80s. However,
promptly at noon, the doorbell chimed, and standing at the entry way was an
attractive, but workworn woman in her late 30s accompanied by a slender
spright of about 11 years old, whom I assumed to be Maggie. My eyes were
immediately taken by her: short dark hair in an elfin cut, flawless light
copper toned skin, big brown eyes, clad in tee shirt, shorts and sandals,
about 4 feet 6 inches tall, perhaps 80 lbs soaking wet, as indeed she would
soon be. Actually, she looked like a beautiful little boy, but she smiled
showing flawless white teeth and said confidently: "Hello Casey, this is my
mother, Maria Lopez. I know you are going to be able to help her!"

Tearing my eyes away from Maggie, I stammered: "Hola Maria. Como esta?"
"Muey bien, gracias, Senor Casey" responded Maria.

Introductions having concluded, I ushered the two of them into the house
and we strolled to the patio/pool area where I perused the papers they had
brought. Maggie was an excellent interpreter/intermediary and her Spanish
and English were flawless. She seemed confident, mature and wise beyond her
years and my attention and eyes were directed much more towards her than
her mother, although in my mind of course that was a necessity since she
was needed to interpret. After about a half hour of back and forth
discussion, I told Maria that hers was a case that I would probably be able
to help. Maria's response was one of elation, but then a letdown.

Maggie said: "I have bad news Casey. Mother has very little money, how can
she pay you?"

Actually, that was a question I had anticipated, and with my lust for
little Maggie's presence rising, I suggested an arrangement: perhaps we
could exchange services. Needing a weekly housekeeper, and with her usual
Saturday afternoon job just a few blocks away, perhaps Maria would be
willing to housekeep and do mainteance for me as well. Another prolonged
discussion took place between Maria and Maggie, after which, Maggie
responded excitedly; "That would be great with mother, Casey! When can she
start? Can she start now? Can I stay here while she works?"

My response was much briefer: " Yes and you can hang out with me and help
me out on your mother's case." Maria and Maggie exchanged knowing?? smiles
and I accompanied them back to the house to show Maria the routine, leaving
the two of them engaged in another prolonged discussion.

After about 15 minutes, Maggie joined me poolside where I was perusing the
legal papers and pleadings. Maggie and I chatted, although I had a
difficult time looking just at her eyes, as her smooth lissome legs and
bare feet were causing some familiar stirrings within me. I learned that
she had just started sixth grade, was 11 years old and close to a straight
A average. Her hobbies included reading and swimming and while she had a
few girlfriends, the boys in her class were, in her words "immature and
childish." Her brother Eddie, a year older, was not quite the student
Maggie was, but was doing well in school and was an avid soccer player for
his middle school team. Maggie, Eddie and their mother Maria lived in a two
bedroom flat in a lower middle class section of Phoenix which was near one
of the better schools. At the time, it didn't occur to me to ask what sort
of sleeping arrangements there were. Maggie kicked off her sandals, and as
she lay back on the poolside lounge next to my chair and worktable, she
stretched her legs out and her shorts rose up slightly to reveal to my
probing eyes, a hint of white lace panties underneath. Her tight tee shirt
also rose up slightly, revealing a flat tummy and clearly there was no bra,
training or otherwise, underneath. As for me, the temperature and my cock
were also rising, literally and figuratively as I gazed on her.

After about 15 minutes of sunning, Maggie stirred herself to ask: "Would it
be ok for me to swim in your pool Casey?"

"Would it????" thought I; gawd I'd give anything to see that girl swimming
in my pool.

Instead, I said "sure, but what about a bathing suit, did you bring one
along?"

"No but I could swim in my panties and T-shirt."

Of course if it was up to me, she could have swam naked. As a "practical"
matter there was the problem of drying out the panties and T-shirt when she
was finished her swim. But these minor hurdles needed to be addressed by
Maggie's mother and I suggested she check with her mother first.

"But mother has already told me that she can tell you will take care of me
and Eddie as well as her, but if you insist, I will check with her again."

This was the first I heard of taking care of Eddie, too, but at this point
I was ready, willing and eager to see where the "helping" paths would
lead. Taking the discrete and and cautious tack, I told Maggie to check
with her mother.

Just a couple of minutes later Maggie returned: "I have bad news Casey,"
(my heart and cock sank momentarily with that proclamation) "mother says it
is fine if I swim in my panties, but I need to take my T-shirt off too,
since it will take too long to dry out. And after I am done swimming I need
to put some sunscren on if I am to stay out here with you."

As my heart and cock returned to full attention I, a heretofore experienced
litigator, stammered: " That's fine with me Maggie, and if you need help
with putting sunscreen on I'll be glad to help you."

With that, Maggie gave a smile and a knowing glance at the area of my cock,
now straining to be released from my shorts, stripped out of her shorts and
T-shirt, did a quick pirouette and stood before me, revealing that she was
not wearing panties, but a white, lace, transparent thong, which barely
covered her smooth treasure mound. As my gaze moved upwards I lusted upon a
flat, smooth chest with perfect penny sized areolas and tiny erect
nipples. "Do you think I look okay, Casey? Some of the boys in my class
tease me because I am so skinny and I don't have boobs like some of the
other girls?"

My cock was gushing precum as I croaked a weak response: " You are
beautiful Maggie! Those boys really ARE childish and immature!"

Smiling a thanks, Maggie dove into the pool. For the next 15 minutes, as I
watched the water nymph, I tried to get my thudding heart and turgid cock
under control. I regained a semblance of self control until Maggie emerged
from the pool and returned to the adjacent lounge. Without any hesitation,
she stripped off her thong, hung it on a railing to dry and lay on the
lounge for some more sun. "That was great Casey! Next time you should swim
with me." I resisted articulating my thoughts on that suggestion and
pretended to be busy with her mother's paperwork. Glancing over at Maggie,
she appeared to be dozing and with her legs slightly parted I had an
unobstructed view of a smooth slit with just a hint of pink peeking from
within that sweet flower. My cock again was at full alert, gushing precum
which flowed through my shorts.

I returned to the paperwork; after all, I had a job to do. But only minutes
later, Maggie interrupted me: "Casey, I forgot! Mother wants me to put
sunscreen on if I am to stay out her with you! Will you help me?"

Such a request demanded that I return my full attention to her and as I did
so, and gazed again upon her beautiful legs, smooth mound, copper toned
nipples and skin she met my gaze with a longing look towards my bulging
shorts. It was all the invitation I needed: "Turn over on your tummy honey,
we'll do your back first." After she did so, I sat at the bottom end of the
lounge, spread her legs slightly, and started the sunscreen
protection. Slathering the lotion, I started at her shoulders and down her
back, gently massaging her beautiful firm back, occasionally slipping my
hands around to rub and tweak her rigid little nipples. She sighed as I did
so. The globes of her beautiful butt came next. I gave those delights my
full attention, kneading and massaging and occasionally slipping a hand or
finger down to brush her pink puckered flower center, at which she would
rise up and whimper slightly. With her legs next for my attention,I put
them together, with her feet resting on my rigid, leaking cock. As I
massaged the lotion on and about her legs, she returned the favor in her
own way, stroking my cock with her feet and toes. As I was on the verge of
gushing a load I had never thought possible, and since her back side was
done, I said "That's it for now, honey; in about 15 minutes we'll do your
front."

"You make me feel so good, Casey, that will be nice. But I have an idea for
a sunscreen you can help me with when we do my front."

Now what would that be?, thought I, as I returned to my paperwork, with
frequent gazes upon her unblemished and shining legs, ass and back.

We shall see; that and more? Part 2