Housesitter - Sex Stories

Housesitter

... flowerpot and letting myself in. The plantation shutters were open and sun light bathed the beautifully decorated great room and kitchen. This man had either a decorator or a woman in his life I thought as I breezed through the house toward a slider that opened to the backyard. The pool was sparkling and the back yard was beautiful. There was a pergola over the patio and chairs and chaises were all neatly arranged around the pool deck. I tossed my cover-up on a chair and without feeling the water, dove in. When I surfaced, I was topless. I gasped but quickly remembered I was by myself so there was no reason to worry, besides the cool water felt great on my overheated body and sensitive breasts. I lost track of time as I swam and floated. When I had cooled down, I climbed out, my hair and mostly naked body creating a trail of water behind me as I made my way to a chaise on the sunny side of the pool. Feeling invigorated and uninhibited I sprawled face down on the chaise. Sometime later, I woke, hot and in desperate need of the coolness of the pool again. I rose to dive but before I did, I decided it felt so good to be topless that skinny-dipping would perhaps be even better. I tugged the knot on my bottoms, and as they fell to the patio, I dove in. I was surprised by how great it felt to swim naked, it was totally freeing. Once again, I swam and floated for a time enjoying the waters cool feel on my bare skin before I climbed up the stairs on the house side of the pool. I was ...

... hungry and thirsty. Somehow emboldened and comfortable with my public nudity I strode past my cover-up and into the kitchen to see what Bill might have to eat and drink. Food was a bust, the fridge had beer, which I loved, but it was hell on my figure. The liquor cabinet had a huge assortment of spirits, but I was more of a wine girl, so I opened the wine fridge and selected a California white I was familiar with but rarely bought because it was so expensive. I rummaged through his neatly organized kitchen drawers, found a corkscrew, opened the bottle; found a plastic glass and filled it to the top with the white spirit. I replaced the cork, slid it in the fridge, and stepped back onto the patio where I sat unabashedly naked enjoying the moment drinking wine and feeling relaxed and rejuvenated. I filled my glass several more times during over the next few hours as I relaxed enjoying my nudity, the pool, and sun. With the sun setting I stood, gathered my bikini bottoms, slipped my cover-up over my head and weaved my way through the house before locking the front door and replacing the key in the flowerpot. Exhausted from my relaxing day and a little tipsy I decided to skip dinner and go straight to bed. I pulled my cover-up over my head as I walked down the hall, and launched myself onto the bed were I found sleep in moments. I woke Friday morning to a brilliant sun once again. I rolled over trying to focus my bloodshot eyes on the bedside clock now glowing almost 9 am. Shit, ...