Housesitter - Sex Stories

Housesitter

I woke with a start. It was 7:30 and my alarm hadn’t gone off for some reason. I shot up, panic pulsing through me, consciously fighting to clear the sleep fog from my brain when it hit me that I hadn’t overslept. My alarm hadn’t gone off because I hadn’t set it; I was taking a long overdue vacation for the next four days. Relieved, I exhaled and reflected on the monotony that defined my life since I threw my affair-loving ex out nine months ago, laying back down. It was an endless series of predictable routines, each one centered on the Beauty Supply Company I started two years ago. Since then all I had done was work twelve to fourteen hours a day, usually seven days a week. The company’s stunning growth prohibited time for anything else, but as of this morning I was off for four days. Four days I was committed to make different somehow. I turned my head and looked out the window at the sun’s brilliant rays being filtered by the trees that shaded my backyard. A wisp of cool air drifted across the exposed parts of my naked body creating small goose bumps. Its gentle caress shifted my thinking from my pathetic life to the beauty of the day. I stretched as much as the tangled sheet would allow, closed my eyes, and let the breeze transport me to a meditative state. I began to run my hands over my creamy soft curves slowing at my ribs. A shiver of pleasure shot through me as my fingers glided softly and slowly around my ribs and under my breasts, tantalizing my sleepy flesh. ...

... Slowly but deliberately I drew my fingers up from under my breasts and began tracing lazy circles over my areolas and small pink nipples. They tightened quickly into erect, sensitive buds from the feathery touch of my fingers, and warmth began building between my legs. As a young girl I learned any attention paid to my breasts triggered an immediate erotic response. So sensitive were they that the deft touch of a lover could occassionaly bring me to orgasm through breast play only. I continued to work my nipples as the heat between my legs turned to wetness bathing my pussy and beckoning my fingers. Unable to resist the moisture I continued to rub, pinch, and roll my nipples with one hand while sliding my other hand down my rib cage, across my tummy, over my pubis and into the sticky folds of my pussy. I ran my fingers between my swelling pussy lips, varying the stroke from slow and deliberate to fast and chaotic, occasionally inserting two fingers, drawing the wetness up and across my growing clitoral bulb. Although chaos was building inside me, I needed a booming experience. I drug in a steadying breath, rolled onto my elbow and reached for the nightstand drawer. I yanked it open, frantically fumbling through its contents for my favorite vibrator. I turned it on as I rolled back onto the bed, immediately brushing it gently over my pert nipples with one hand while returning my other to my demanding pussy. My cheeks felt hot and glowing, my breathing became palpitated and my ...