As a precursor to my next story, the only thing you really need to know is that my wife and I have three dogs. When we go on vacation, boarding them is impractical, so we hired a dog sitter who stays at the house and takes care of them.
Our dog sitter's name is Laurie. She's probably about 5'4, very toned body. She has shoulder length wavy brunette hair and, as far as I can tell, hasn't worn a bra as long as I've known her. We'll touch on her looks more later.
My wife and I had just returned from a week away. I thankfully have one more day off to decompress before going back to work. I'm trying to sleep, but my wife is loud when she gets ready in the morning. Plus she is nagging me about some things to get done today while she's gone. When she finally leaves, I hear her yell something as she is walking out the door, but all I heard was "later today."
Probably wasn't important.
I go about my daily routine, which on days off usually consists of masturbating, playing video games, and napping. Sometime in the afternoon, after waking up from a nap, I decide it's time to take care of some of those chores my wife mentioned. First, a shower to wake up.
When I finish my shower, I go to reach for a towel and notice a pile of clothes sitting on the vanity. It's not anything I've ever seen my wife wear: a shear white tank top with the words "Fuck Me" written across it, a pair of tight boy shorts, and a red thong so tiny it might as well not be there.
As I'm rummaging through the clothes, something falls out onto the floor. It bounces and rolls behind the toilet. I bend down to grab it and realize what IT was: a dildo. It wasn't just one of those slender, sleek dildos. This was a molded dildo made to look like a cock. And as it happened, this was meant to look like someone specific.
I'd seen these before; in fact, I'd made one for my wife. You could buy a little kit that let you mold you're own piece into a dildo. When it was done, you'd set a little vibrating piece into the base of the shaft and write your name on the label (presumably for someone who collected molded dildos? I'm not sure). In any case, this was one of those dildos, and I recognized the name on the label.
Sam.
Sam was our dog sitter's husband. He didn't usually stay at the house with her, so she'd sometimes go a week without seeing him. Seems she found a way to survive those weeks.
I put the dildo on top of the pile of clothes and examined it for a second. It was small. Smaller than she deserved. If I had to guess, I'd say maybe 5 inches at most, and not very thick. I thought about taking out the dildo I'd made to compare, but there really was no need. I was standing naked with the real thing right there.
I grab the dildo again and hold it up against my cock. I'm still soft, but I'm about the same size. I put it underneath my flaccid shaft and it disappears behind my girth. That poor girl, I think of Laurie. I imagine her sliding the dildo in and out of her pussy. She must be so tight only getting a cock like this, I think.
My cock begins to stiffen. I stroke it a few times, imagining my thick shaft struggling to enter her tight pussy. When I reach a full erection, I hold the dildo up again and confirm my earlier suspicions; based on seeing it next to mine, I'd have to say 5 inches at best.
I start to hear a commotion in the living room. The dogs are barking and running around like maniacs. This is their usual routine whenever someone walks by the house, so I shrug it off. I put the dildo back with the clothes and start to towel off. The dogs are still making a ruckus, and I'm starting to get a bit peeved.
I leave the master bathroom into the bedroom and head towards the door. My erect cock is bouncing back and forth, begging for attention. Rubbing my head with my towel, I reach for the door handle and step into the living room.
"What's the matter, guys?" I call out to the dogs, taking a few steps forward before moving the towel and looking into the living room.
"Holy shit."
I hear her voice before I see her. I look down and Laurie is sitting on the floor petting one of the dogs, not more than two feet away from me. Her face is level with my throbbing cock, and it twitches uncontrollably when I see her red lips parted in a look of shock. She slowly closes her mouth, biting down softly on her bottom lip, and looks up at me.
"Wow. Happy to see me?" she quips. My senses slowly return, and I realize I should probably cover up. I move the towel in front of my cock and stammer a response.
"Laurie. I wasn't expecting anyone to be here. Just got out of the shower and heard the dogs barking. Thought someone was just walking by." Her eyes move from my face, back down my naked body to the towel.
"That's strange," she says, getting up and moving to the kitchen table, sitting down. "I told Jen I'd be here to pick up some of my things later today."
Later today. That's what Jen was talking about.
"Yeah, ya know, I heard her say something about that, but she was walking out the door and didn't catch all of it." I let out a soft chuckle. "Guess I should listen better." We both laugh nervously and I rub the back of my head with my free hand. Laurie is still staring at the towel, and I look down and realize that the thick patch of brown pubic hair is still partly visible. "Oh shit, sorry." I stammer as I adjust the towel to cover it.
"Oh, no it's ok, I'm sorry for staring," she returns.
