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.
I stepped quickly out into the hall just as the guest bathroom door opened. Natalie and I stared at each other both in total shock that the other person was there. She had a towel wrapped tastefully around her torso and another wrapped around her head to dry her hair. Radiant from being in the shower, but stunned nonetheless.
I stammered, "did you get my wife's texts? I had to come back for a few days." I quickly went on as if to excuse my appearance in my own basement, "I thought I should check on the pets when I saw some lights on."
She frowned a little and walked past me into the room. I could sense the dampness of her towel and skin, and she smelled lovely like the pillow. She picked up her phone from the desk and stared at it, shaking her head. "I guess it's dead, no wonder no one bothered me all day." She rummaged around in her bag for a cord and I noticed she deftly shut her suitcase so to cover up the toy and lingerie. Her phone sprang to life and went through several seconds of constant dinging as a day's worth of alerts came in, at least one of those was from my wife.
She looked a little embarrassed after a moment of scrolling, "some house sitter I make with a dead phone. I guess I'll pack up and come back on Friday when you return to the beach?"
I said, "look it's already late, I have no problem with you staying, we just didn't want you to be uncomfortable." That sounded not too creepy, right? I asked myself.
She smiled slightly, "I'll go back to my place in the morning then if that's ok, packing up and driving across town right now doesn't sound fun... if you're sure it's ok?"
I said, "no problem all. Maybe I'll see you in the morning. Thanks again for all your help and for being flexible. Good night."
I went back upstairs but was thinking about her. She looked good in a towel, her legs were wonderfully inviting. Taking a shower with her would be lot of fun. And thinking about her using that vibrator was exciting. I wondered if she had already used it or was just about to? That sent a bolt of energy down to my cock. I started wondering how she used it, wondering what position her legs were in when she plunged it in. Did she play with her nipples also or use the other hand to rub her clit? Was she loud when she came?
I was shocked how dirty my thoughts were and went to take a cold shower. Not ok Mr Professor -- that sort of thinking could get me in trouble. I didn't want to masturbate with a relative stranger in the house, even if she was on the lower level, so just went to bed completely frustrated.
I got up the next morning and started my normal ritual. Taking the dog out, a few laps in the pool, shower, shave, espresso. I didn't see Natalie but did hear the garage door. I thought, "ah, she parked in the garage, that's why I thought she wasn't here."
The meeting was successful I guess. I just talked about the importance of having access to original works in the university museum for research and to inspire students. Boilerplate stuff but I did have a reputation in the field and the donors seemed pleased that I thought they were important enough to be there in person.
My colleague in the development office seemed happy afterwords and she said she would get this back on track and I should go enjoy the rest of my vacation. Also to have dinner on her. "Send me the receipt!" she implored. That was the least she could do I thought.
I went back home. This time I checked the garage first. It was empty. Relieved, I ordered a pizza. I would take my family out to dinner on the coast and send my colleague the receipt for that one -- lobsters for everyone!
After dinner I was sitting on the couch in boxers and I thought about Natalie. I went downstairs to the basement to fed the pets and... well, maybe see into the guest room again.
It was dark, so I turned on the light. Her bag was gone. I picked up the pillow and inhaled. So amazing. The sheets were in disarray so I leaned down and smelled. It was more vanilla and cinnamon than the pillow but still very mesmerizing. Then I thought about the vibrator and took a sniff of where I thought her hips would have been. Definitely the faint scent of sex. I was so aroused by now. I started to rub my cock through my boxers as I inspected the bed.
I stood up, threw the sheets back over the bed, and was about to turn out the lights when I saw a bit of fabric poking out from under the bed. I reached down and my heart jumped as I realized it was a black thong, I had nearly missed it in the low light.
I held it in my fingers for a minute before hooking my thumbs and straightening it out to its full shape. Imagining Natalie wearing these was not difficult. I fingered the gusset and then dared myself to sniff, bringing it slowly to my face. I'd never done this before, even doing my wife's laundry. My cock was straining in a way I hadn't felt before as I thought I was doing something so incredibly taboo.
