Cat Sitting 1

"Hi Dad, how's it going?" My daughter Ellie greeted me as I answered her FaceTime call.

"Fine, and you?" We chatted for a while catching up on events in our respective lives. She was married to a great guy, Ben and they had a delightful couple of daughters now aged, six and three. They lived in Devon and I didn't get to see them as often as I'd like, I tried to go down during the school holidays when I could, and loved being with them.

I was a school teacher, and divorced from Ellie's mother, it hadn't been a particularly pleasant divorce, but we did try to keep the acrimony between ourselves rather than share it with the rest of the family. Anyway that was all behind me now. I was still single, rarely dated and although I'd had a few one night stands, few had seemed worth pursuing. Nevertheless I was content, I enjoyed my golf and the occasional holiday in the sun.

"I did have a bit of an ulterior motive in calling you Dad, and I've got a favour to ask. How do you fancy a free holiday in sunny Devon?"

"Where it rains six days out of seven." I finished the saying for her, "What's the problem?"

"Well you know that Claudie hasn't been well lately," Claudie was the family cat, "well the Vet has advised that we don't put her in the cattery when we go away in August, so I was wondering if you'd come down and cat sit for us?" I mentally ran through my diary and what I had to do, and decided that most things could wait or even be done in Devon, so I agreed to help out, already planning in my mind a couple of rounds of golf at the local courses.

"Thanks Dad, you're a godsend." We chatted for a bit longer then hung up. Already I was looking forward to my little break and my mind was going through how I was going to spend my time. Claudie would be no problem, she was getting on a bit and really only wanted to be fed, sleep all day and have warm lap in the evening to curl up on.

Two days before my little trip and I was all organised, I'd booked a couple of rounds of golf, the local Pro's confident they could find someone for me to play with, and I'd even researched a couple of walks up on Dartmoor, centred around a pub or two. When my FaceTime chirped again I was surprised to see my daughter's face looking more than a little unhappy. "What's up Ellie?"

"There's been an almighty cock-up and that idiot husband of mine has only gone and arranged for his Aunt Beth to come down and cat sit while we're away. He's not said a word to me about it, although he claims he did, so now we've got both of you planning to come down."

"Don't worry, I can cancel if you like."

"It's such a shame, I know how much you were looking forward to it, so I've got a suggestion. How about you both still come down. We've got room and Beth is OK, she's even a keen golfer so you'd have something in common."

I thought about it, I'd met Beth a couple of times at various family events, and indeed she was a very nice person, about my age and fairly attractive if a little forthright. "Well if Beth is OK with that...." I left it hanging.

"Yes, we've already spoken to her and she's OK so that's settled. I'm glad it's all worked out and Claudie will get a choice of laps to sit on."

So it was that on the appointed day I drove down, taking about four hours and as I parked on their drive, two very excited kids tore out of the house, "Grandad, Grandad, we're going on holiday and you and Aunt Beth are going to look after Claudie." Ellie came out smiling, exhorting them in vain to calm down and we all walked into the house together holding hands.

Beth turned up about half an hour later and we greeted each other with an air kiss and light hug. She was pretty much as I'd remembered her, tall with a lithe body, bobbed light brown hair and a lovely smile. She was had on a pair of shorts and her legs were nicely toned. She was wearing a V-neck tee shirt that showed a pleasing amount of tanned cleavage.

Over a bite to eat we were given our instructions regarding Claudie, what food to give her, the pills she had to take, and then where she liked to sleep. "Speaking of which," Ellie said, "One of you can have our bed, but I'm afraid the other will have to sleep in Sarah's single, unless of course you want to share?" she added impishly.

I decided to be gallant, "I'm happy with the single," I offered, more than half expecting Beth to say the same as I was the larger of the two of us, but she thanked me graciously and said with a twinkle in her eye, she was sure she'd be very comfortable in the double. That would teach me for being polite I thought.

Ellie, Ben and the two kids finished packing the car and Ellie came and gave me a big hug, "Thanks for this Dad, I'm sure you'll get on fine," then they set off, everyone waving. Beth and I turned back into the house and I carried both bags in, setting hers down in the much larger double bedroom.

"Can I tempt you with a glass of wine in say, half an hour?" I offered.

"Always! Let me freshen up and I'll see you downstairs."

I unpacked and having poured myself a beer, went out onto the patio where Beth joined me. We sat and chatted amiably, she too was a teacher, of primary children whereas I taught teenagers, but we had much in common. She asked what I'd got planned for the week or so we were there, and I told her I planned to play some golf and indeed had a tee time booked for the next day. "Do you mind if I join you?" she asked, "I've brought my sticks with me."

"Of course not," I replied, actually thinking it wold be quite nice, as long as she played a reasonable game, "What do you have planned?"

"Not a lot really, a couple of walks on the moor, and hopefully some days at the beach, try and make it a proper holiday."

Ellie had left some chilli and we cooked some rice and enjoyed the meal with some more wine. A bit of TV and we were ready for bed, both of us going upstairs together. "You go in the bathroom first," Beth offered, "I've got to get my make up off first." I disappeared into the bathroom and she into her room, closing the door behind her.

I finished in the bathroom and came out just as Beth emerged from her door. She was dressed in a baggy tee shirt nightie that came down to mid-thigh and I could see her breasts wobbling enticingly underneath and a couple of hard points poking through the material. Instinctively my eyes were drawn to them as Beth put her arm across her chest, and smiling, edged past me into the bathroom.

I slept well despite the small bed, and woke up with my usual morning wood, which, out of habit I began to stroke. Memories of Beth in her nightie surfaced and I came, my cock spraying out over me. Grabbing some tissues I cleaned myself up and somewhat embarrassed, put my dressing gown on and went downstairs to make some tea. Beth was already up and was just in the act of pouring her tea when I appeared. She was in a dressing gown herself, disappointingly, and greeted me with a smile, then handed me her tea, reaching for another cup for herself. She'd already fed Claudie who was looking for a warm place to settle down for the day.

We showered, and I dressed ready for golf in my usual attire of polo shirt and shorts and waited for her to come down. When she did I had to admire her, for she was wearing a golf dress, cut off at mid-thigh and looked really slim and fit in it. I told her so and she curtsied, bobbing gently, "Why thank you kind sir." she replied.

We loaded our clubs into my car and set of for the course. We'd agreed to have a buggy and we picked it up from the Pro Shop and drove back to the car to pick the clubs up. I couldn't help but notice how her dress rode up as she slid on and off the seat, and I wondered what she had on underneath. It didn't take me along to find out as on the tee she took a couple of practice swings and a gust of wind puffed up her dress revealing what appeared to be a pair of boy-short panties in white.

"What are we playing for?" she asked.

"Depends on your handicap." I replied. She consulted the board and announced she should get thirteen strokes. As I got nine shots I had to give her four, plus two for playing off the men's card, so six in all. "How about the loser cooks dinner?"

"Deal!" She said and stood back to watch me drive. I was pretty pleased with that shot, about my usual yardage and dead straight. I watched as she moved forward to the ladies' tee and selected an iron, then stood and gasped as she creamed it down the middle with a gentle draw, coming to a rest about five yards behind my ball. She looked at me and grinned, "Game on!"

Well I didn't exactly get thrashed, but only because some lucky putting rescued me and as we air kissed on the eighteenth green I congratulated her on her golf. "Thanks, don't play as much as I'd like to these days, but it's nice to know it's still there." We went into the bar for a drink and a sandwich and sat in their comfortable chairs, I kept getting flashes of panty between her legs and I was finding it difficult not to keep looking.

We made it home without incident and changed, meeting out on the patio for a pre-dinner drink. She'd changed into a pair of shorts and tee shirt and I was pleased to be seeing more of her. "What's for dinner then?" she asked cheekily. I'd inspected the contents of the fridge and offered, "Chicken and bacon pasta in a cheesy sauce?"

"Sounds great!" and after a while I went into the kitchen to prepare. She followed me in and sat companionably at the kitchen bar chatting as I cooked. We set the table and sat down as she forked some into her mouth. "This is delicious," she said, "Where did you learn to cook this?"

"One of my ex-wife's recipes I stole before she cleaned everything out," I admitted.

"Ah one of those divorces then." I nodded, still remembering the painful breakup. "Mine wasn't so bad, he was a waste of space really, but I came out of my marriage with two great kids and my lovely cottage in Wales." She obviously already knew Ellie well, so I told her about my son and his family and she told me about her kids.

We cleared up and sat and watched the TV for a while, Claudie choosing Beth's lap for the night, then went upstairs. As we parted on the landing she hugged me and thanked me for a great day, offering, "How about a walk on the moors tomorrow, the weather looks good." I agreed and we went to our separate rooms, me squeezing once more into my single bed.

As promised the next day's weather was truly glorious and we set off in high spirits, both of us in stout hiking boots and with small emergency backpacks. I drove to a small car park on the edge of the moor and we set off about half eleven, heading for our lunch place, a local pub that had a good reputation apparently. The walking was quite easy and we ambled along, chatting about golf and families and generally admiring the scenery.

We came to the pub and went up to the bar, I ordered a pint of beer for myself and looked enquiringly at Beth as I took a sip. "I either drink champagne or beer," she said, adding, "when I drink champagne the bubbles bring to mind the sparkles glistening on a tropical sea, the waves gently lapping at the white crystalline beach as the palm fronds wave softly in the breeze against a perfect azure sky. But when I drink beer I just fart!" I spluttered into my pint, barely able to contain myself as I choked and coughed. "Sorry, did that put you off?" She asked sweetly. "I'll have the same as you please." I ordered her a pint and we chose something to eat, settling down outside.

The food was good and I ordered another pint, Beth declining as she was still making her way through her first one. Reluctantly we left the pub and started the ramble back to the car. We'd only been going for about half an hour when Beth spoke, "There is of course another side effect of drinking beer, I need a pee!" To be honest my own bladder was starting to niggle and I looked around.

"Look, there's a rocky outcrop you can go behind, I'll go behind this wall." I pointed out the two features and we split up. From where I was I could see her squatting down, just her head and shoulders visible as I got my cock out and started to pee. I watched as she bobbed up and down a couple of times, then stood, pulling her clothes up as she did so. She turned to face me and finished zipping up her shorts as she started to walk back to the wall where my stream was still going strong.

"Having trouble? I can give you a hand if you like?" she offered grinning.

"No, I'm fine thanks, two pints takes longer to drain than one."

"Or is it a case of,

When a man grows old, and his balls go cold,

And the end of his prick turns blue,

When the hole in the middle refuses to piddle

I'd say he was fucked, wouldn't you?"

She misquoted the Ballad of Eskimo Nell, and I began to realise there was a lot more to Beth than first appeared. I finished and tucked myself in, then turned back to her, just as she was finishing wiping her hands on a wet wipe. She offered it to me and I took it, cleaning my hands with it as I wondered if it was just her hands she'd wiped with it.

Back home Claudie greeted us as though we'd been gone for a week, so we fed her and relaxed for the evening, playing a board game we found in the playroom. This time I got a kiss on the lips as we parted for bed. "Beach tomorrow," Beth decided, "Ben and Ellie showed me a really good place where only the locals go."

She drove the next day, saying my car wouldn't fit down some of the lanes, and she was probably right, they were extremely narrow and we ended up at a dead end with just a few spaces for parking. There weren't many cars there and as we clambered down to the sandy beach I could see the attraction of the place. It was pretty deserted, just a few couples and families, and we found a secluded spot in a cleft in the small cliffs that was nicely sheltered. We spread out our mat and as we'd both worn our swimming costumes, stripped off.

Beth was wearing a smart one piece that showed off her figure perfectly, the high cut emphasising the length of her legs, and I couldn't help but notice the protuberances her nipples were making in the top. We covered ourselves in sun cream and did each other's back, me particularly enjoying the feel of her skin.

We settled down and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on our bodies. It was really peaceful, the waves crashing gently in the background and I found myself dozing. I woke to a prod in the ribs, "Come on, if we lie here much longer we'll fry. Let's go and have a dip." She dragged me up and we made our way over the hot sand to the water's edge, then waded further out until the water was lapping at our waists. Beth stopped and stood still, her face blank. I looked enquiringly at her.

"Don't come near me, I'm having a pee," she warned. My cock twitched at the thought, but realised that the cold was also having an effect on me, so I eased my shorts down and took my cock out and started to pee. It was a strange feeling, the warmth of my pee swirling around me, then being taken away by the movement of the sea.

I stopped and tucked myself back in. "Did you go as well?" Beth asked. I nodded. "How deliciously naughty!" she chuckled. We swam for a bit then headed back. Beth's nipples had now become most prominent and I struggled not to stare at them. We sat down on our blanket and Beth looked around us.

"I hate the feel of a cold wet costume round me," she stated, "Would you mind?" She pulled the straps of her suit aside and then rolled the top down allowing her breasts to fall out. They looked fabulous, not overly large but still a nice handful. They did sag a little, but what had my eyes popping out were her nipples. The areola were not large, about an inch and a half wide and dark and pebbly from the cold, but the actual nipple itself must have been the best part of an inch long.

She cupped them in her hands, "Sorry about these," she apologised, "great for feeding kids but awkward the rest of the time. My ex hated them, said he was afraid they'd poke his eyes out."

"I think they're very sexy," I said, my mouth overrunning my brain.

Beth looked at me quizzically, then smiled. "Good, I'm glad you think that."

We lay back and once more relaxed, Beth's nipples softening in the sun and turning paler as the nipple shrank a bit, still a good half an inch long though. I still found them highly arousing, but managed not to stare too much and soon I was getting quite accustomed to them. We had brought a small lunch with us and we sat up and ate that, Beth not bothering to cover up. I day dreamed about a dollop of mayonnaise falling on one, and leaning forward to lick it off, but my luck just wasn't that good.

Finished we lay back again, Beth getting fidgety. "I need to go again," she said, "but I really can't be arsed to go back in the water, I'm all dry and warm now. I'm just going to go over there. Can you keep an eye open?" She got up and without pulling her costume up walked over to a small rock, then looking carefully around squatted down, pulling her suit down as she lowered herself. I could see her bare back and her breasts squashed against her knees and imagined I could hear the hiss of her pee as it left her body and spattered onto the sand. Once again she bobbed and pulled her suit up, this time I caught a flash of her bare bum, surprised that it didn't appear very white.

She came back, "Did you peek?" she asked. I nodded and held my thumb and forefinger about an inch apart. "When I said keep an eye open I meant for other people, not to watch me!" she admonished, her tone belying the actual words. We settled down and enjoyed the rest of the day, ending it with a final dip in the sea.

We scrambled up the beach and dried ourselves off. I expected Beth to wrap the towel round her and change under that, but she dropped it to the ground and turning away from me rolled her suit down to her waist then right off. I could see her backside clearly, no tan lines visible, and a glimpse of dark between her legs as she dried herself, then pulled a pair of panties from her bag and slipped them on, settling them around herself snugly. "What?" she asked, "I think we're beyond covering ourselves up now aren't we. Come on, get your kit off, you're not sitting in my car in wet togs."

I stood and turned away from her, pulling my shorts down, hearing a wolf whistle behind me, followed by a "Nice arse!" I half turned and saw her staring at me as she lowered her breasts into her bra, then straightening, reached behind her do it up. One final glimpse of a stray nipple before she tucked it in.

Beth cooked that night, some lamb steaks seared in a pan accompanied by dauphinoise potatoes, "I'd like to say I made the potatoes," she said, "but I actually found them in the freezer!" TV again afterwards, sitting side by side on the sofa, Claudie curled up between us.

I woke in the morning and saw that it was already quite late, well by my normal standards, and we'd got another game of golf that day. I put my dressing gown on and opened my door, seeing Beth's was still firmly shut, and went downstairs. The kitchen was empty, except for a meowing Cluadie, anxious for her breakfast which I gave her. I made two mugs of tea and leaving one downstairs carried the other up to Beth.

Her door was still shut and I knocked softly on it, garnering no response. Cautiously I opened it and peered in. She seemed to be still in bed, an indistinct lump in the bed, and the back of her head visible on the pillow. I walked up to the bed and put her mug down then gently shook her shoulder through the covers. "Beth, come on, we need to think about getting up soon." She stirred and I could see movement under the covers, then with a flourish two arms appeared stretching up over her head as she turned back towards me.

The movement caused the covers to fall away and I was treated to the sight of a pair of magnificent morning breasts topped by those gorgeous nipples. "Oops, sorry," she said, but made no effort to cover herself up.