It was late summer and the family was going to go out of town for a few weeks to a cabin we had rented on the coast. That meant we needed a housesitter since we had a large-ish home, pool, lots of plants, and a few pets. My wife and I were professors at the state university and she was usually able to get a grad student to stay at the house for a few extra bucks.
A few nights before we were leaving, I arrived home to see a strange car in the driveway. When I walked to the door, a young woman hopped out and said "hi". She was dressed attractively in a maroon dress that wrapped snuggly around her torso and complimented her dark skin very well. Long dark hair that fell in waves on her shoulders. Athletic frame, tight legs, and curvy in very attractive ways.
Before I could respond, I felt my phone buzz. Looking down, it was a text from my wife. "Running late, show Natalie around. She is going to look after the house."
I looked up, "you must be Natalie?"
She smiled and said brightly, "yup!"
Like I said, we often had grad students but normally they show up in sweats and look like they haven't slept in a week. One showing up nicely dressed with her hair done and in makeup just wasn't what I was used to.
I said, "cool, my wife is going to be a few minutes late so let me drop my bag and I'll start showing you around."
I held the door open and she walked in passed me. I got a whiff of her perfume, she smelled floral, breezy, and had to admit -- wonderful.
We started out at the pool, I showed her how to clean the skimmer and told her the kids next door might come swim but they also knew what to do if pump sounded funny.
"And obviously," I said "use the pool as much as you want. One of the perks of staying here."
She giggled, "obviously, Professor Hill."
I looked at her casually and said, "I'm not a professor here Natalie, please just call me Eric."
"Ok," she smiled. Then she said, "I'm not sure you remember me, I took a class with you when I was in undergrad.... Your 20th Century Art History class."
"Oh you did? What year was that?" I had a lot of students so remembering one usually took me a beat.
"That was 4 years ago, fall semester." She said like it was yesterday.
I thought for a minute and then remembered her. She always sat on the side several rows up. The room I often lectured in had stadium seating which put her right in my line of sight. How could I have forgotten this girl? She would waggle her knees nonchalantly and twirl her pencil -- making a visual distraction for me while I lectured. There was a few times where even in the dim lecture hall, I would be looking right up her skirt at her white panties. Oh shit. Yeah, I might have fantasized about here on an occasion or two if you know what I mean.
I tried to shove that imagine out of mind. "So you are now are in the psych program?" That was my wife's area.
"Actually just finished my masters but missing a few liberal arts credits for my minor... so you might see me again this fall." She smiled, making eye contact.
"Ah" I laughed. "Good to know." A few more images of her opening her legs fluttered through my mind.
She laughed too, "the other Professor Hill (she winked) was been fabulous." As if I needed reminding my wife was renown in her field.
On cue, I heard my wife come home with the kids. She came downstairs to the patio where we were and took Natalie off to meet the pets and talk about the plants. I went upstairs to make dinner. After a while I heard the front door close as my wife saw Natalie out.
She came into the kitchen and said, "I like her, she seems like she's got a head on her shoulders."
"Sounds like one of those perpetual student types?"
"Right? But it means she doesn't have a social life so makes for a great housesitter." My wife laughed. "Don't forget to print out the contact numbers for her. I'm going to go start packing the kids suitcases and make up the guest room for Natalie. Dinner smells great."
I laughed, "so far it's just onions sautéing in butter, but it will be pasta sauce when you come back."
Staying at the cabin on the coast was great. Ocean breezes and plenty of things for the kids to do where I didn't have to do anything. The best of both worlds. But it had been just over a week when my phone starting blowing up. Some problem with a grant my department was trying to secure for program with the museum. I tried to solve via email -- I was on vacation technically right? -- but it became apparent after a few exchanges with the development office that I needed to come for a meeting to "smooth things over" with the potential donor. I wasn't responsible for the issues with the grant so I was pretty unhappy about it.
My wife was more supportive though -- she knew this world just as well -- just go back and get it over with she said. I would be back by the weekend and we have two more weeks here after that. She said she would text Natalie so she could go back to her apartment while I was back home. Easy peasy she said.
While Natalie was pretty hot and I had thought about her a few times, truth was I was definitely more comfortable with her not there. I have some lines I didn't want to be tempted to cross. Not that I thought I would that easily but I could awkward around women I didn't know well. The fantasy world in my head was as wild as it was going to get. I was also worried about appearances. Some younger professors had reputations for using lectures to hook up with aspiring young women and I wanted to keep that not being the case with me.
I arrive back at the house late that night. It was was mostly dark, a few lights were on the smart timers but otherwise seemed empty. Natalie must have gotten the text.
I was about to just plop into bed but then thought I should check the animals down in the basement since I wasn't sure if Natalie had given them dinner before she left. Also our old dog would likely want to be upstairs if i was home, despite the basement being her favorite hangout place. I went downstairs and it had looked like Natalie had left on a few lights, the dog was sound asleep on the couch, jumping up when she realized I was home. I turned off the lights and was relieved to see that everyone had been fed.
I walked by the guest room and saw the bed wasn't made. The small nightstand light was on. I walked in to turn it off, when a weird thought crossed my mind. Remembering how nice Natalie had smelled when she walked by me that other night, would her pillow have her scent?
I picked up the pillow that had a depression in it and gently smelled it. Oh my god, I could smell her perfume and what must be her shampoo. This was exciting and new territory for me. I was used to the way my wife smelled when my nose was in her hair, but this was an all new woman with a much different set of beautiful scents. I inhaled deeply and could feel my cock tingle in my boxers. I put the pillow down, not sure what I was doing.
I turned to walk out when I saw Natalie's suitcase on the floor behind the door with the top propped open. Laid across the top was a white lacy bra and panty set... and was that a pink vibrator? I jolted upright. No way she left that here by accident -- she must be here! That's when I heard the distinct tap tap tap of someone shaking off their toothbrush.
