Housesitter - Sex Stories

Housesitter

... I had to get up, what if the Cable guy showed up at 9 and I missed him, Bill who trusted me with this job would think I was a dizzy, irresponsible blonde. I jumped out of bed picked up my cover-up as I ran down the hall, grabbed a towel from the laundry room, and dashed out the door to Bills house. Thankfully there was no note on the door from the cable guy. With the disaster of missing him averted I breathed a sigh of relief that coincided with a loud growl from my stomach, I was famished. I rummaged through his fridge and pantry again this time settling on some fruit layered yogurt that I devoured in minutes. During my search for something to eat, I thankfully found the coffee. As it was brewing, I realized in my rush to get here I had left without anything to do while waiting for the cable person. Although I was on vacation I couldn’t just sun bathe and skinny-dip all day. So, as the coffee brewed I ran home grabbed my laptop and the new Lora Leigh novel, Wild Card, and was out the door again. When I got back to Bill’s the coffee had just finished brewing. I was pouring myself a cup when the doorbell rang. I looked through the plantation shutters and saw the cable truck. I walked toward the front door, acutely aware I was naked except for my cover-up, but had no time to change for fear he would leave if I didn’t answer the door quickly. I opened the front door wide. The repairman introduced himself as Matt as he showed me his ID badge. I couldn’t help but notice his ...

... eyes were focused squarely on my breasts and my prominently protruding nipples which were scraping against my semi sheer white cover-up. I introduced myself as Sam as I pointed to the wall with the TV as I returned to the kitchen and my coffee. I turned to face the great room as I drank noticing him just standing there staring before he finally asked “Where is the box?” “I don’t know, I am doing this for my neighbor Bill who is away on business.” I set my coffee cup down, moved back into the great room, and started opening cabinet doors and drawers searching for the cable box. When bending over opening drawers I felt my cover-up slide up my back giving the cable man a perfect view of my bare little ass. Acting embarrassed, I stood quickly and reached for another cabinet door where I found a row of DVDs arranged neatly by title. I quickly scanned the titles before I moved to the door just to the right where I found the cable box. “Here it is” I announced. “Thank you, I shouldn’t be long,” he said softly. I moved back to the kitchen and my coffee, and when I turned to watch him work, I noticed a bulge in his pants and a huge smile on his face. Ten minutes later, he turned everything off and declared the problem fixed. He filled out his work order, asked me to sign, and was off. I walked back to the kitchen and back to my coffee when I noticed I had left the door containing the DVDs open. I walked over to close it but before I did, I took a cursory view of the titles, noting what ...