Housesitter - Sex Stories

Housesitter

... vibrators and dildos? I exited the bedroom and grabbed my running shoes from the laundry room floor on my way to the front door. While sitting on the front steps tying my shoes my neighbor Bill walked up. Startled by his sudden appearance I quickly pulled my arms between my legs that were splayed wide for fear he might see my clean-shaven flower. I guess I wasn’t quite ready for public exhibitionism yet. Bill moved in four months ago and although we had met a couple of times, we were both busy, so other than the occasional friendly wave from the driveway we didn’t really know each other. He was older than me; possibly 50. He was at least 6’3” and had a slender athletic build. He had beautiful strawberry blond hair that was graying at the temples. He was in any woman’s judgment a gorgeous specimen of a man, and in my present state, he was perfect. Distracted by his beautiful blue eyes left me not paying attention as he spoke, something I realized when I heard. “Will that work for you?” “I’m sorry I was somewhere else, what did you say?” He reiterated that he was leaving town until next Monday and his cable had been acting up. The cable company told him they would be by tomorrow to fix it but they might need to get into the house if their test showed it was a bad box. He didn’t know what he would do if that was the case until he saw me on my step. He decided to take a chance and see if I was going to be home tomorrow and could let them in if necessary. A long shot for sure ...

... but if I was going to be around and could do this for him, he would be eternally grateful. I responded that I was going to be home tomorrow and I would be happy to do it for him. He said great, the key to the front door is in the flowerpot on the front porch and I was welcome to use his pool and help myself to whatever I wanted from his pantry, fridge, liquor cabinet and wine cooler. With that he was off; waving and thanking me. What just happened? A neighbor I barely knew asked me to house sit for him and I agreed. I finished tying my shoes and was off on my run thinking it might not be so bad; after all, he did have a pool. An hour later I returned from my run, hot and sweaty. I pushed through my house toward the bathroom and the shower, when I realized I had a pool next door. I kicked off my running shoes and socks and stripped the rest of the way on my way to the closet for my bathing suit and cover-up, leafing past the one piece in favor of a bikini that I hadn’t worn in 6 or 7 years. I slipped into the bottoms and tied the top that now fit tightly over my breasts. Sadly, I knew my breasts hadn’t grown so the top must have shrunk. I pulled a cover-up off the hangar, not bothering to put it on, and bounded out the door toward Bill’s house. I felt a little risque as I ran to his house in my skimpy bikini with my cover-up in hand but exhilarated at the same time by this small experiment with partial exhibitionism. Moments later, I was on his porch fishing the key from the ...