*** DAY ZERO ***
I'm not sure how she got the dates wrong. We had texted back and forth a few times when I asked her to house sit for us. I'm sure I had told her we weren't leaving until Monday morning. Zidi could be scatterbrained, but it's not like housesitting is a real complicated job.
All I know is that my wife and I were getting one last good fucking in before going to visit her parents for a week, when I heard a gasp from behind me. I just about jumped out of my skin and quickly turned to look over my shoulder. There was Zidi, frozen in place, both hands covering her mouth. She was wearing tiny little denim shorts, a midriff-baring tank top, and earbuds. Her giant eyes darted from mine to surveying the scene before her: my completely naked backside kneeling on the bed; my wife laying on her back, wearing a blindfold and nothing else, with each limb tied to a different corner of our bed; both of us flushed red and dripping with sweat. From behind Zidi's hands, I thought I saw the corners of her mouth begin to curl into a smirk. Then she turned and walked hurriedly out of our apartment. My wife asked why I had stopped, so I turned back to the task at hand, but I couldn't stop thinking about Zidi and what she had walked into.
*** DAY ONE ***
Zidi was a nice girl who lived just a few minutes away from our apartment. In the summer before she started college, she had interned at my wife's office. In the summer between her freshman and sophomore years, she was back home with her parents, so we asked her to house sit for a week.
Zidi ("Z-D") was short for Zdislava. She was tall, slender, and blonde. She looked like Anya Taylor-Joy, but a little more Eastern European. She developed a great sense of humor, starting with her classmates growing up calling her "Ziti" because "she had a body like fettuccine" (which is an entirely different type of pasta, but kids are dumb). By the time she reached college, Zidi was still taller than her peers at 6'1" but she wasn't quite as flat anymore, having developed 34C breasts.
The assignment was simple: come by once a day, water the plants, change which lights were left on in a half-hearted attempt to keep away burglars, and help yourself to any snacks you want. We were only going to be gone a week and our studio apartment wasn't that big. As you entered, the wall on the right was all the appliances and kitchen counters. The left proceeded from bathroom to bed area to living area (there weren't defined rooms or interior walls). I had a Google Nest Hub sitting on the kitchen counter, which would notify me of any motion detected in my apartment. It was situated such that the camera would capture the door to the bathroom, the entire bedroom, and the first half of the sofa.
As we drove to my in-laws' place on Monday night, my phone chimed. I was driving, so my wife picked it up and checked the notification from Google.
"Oh, it looks like Zidi is at our place," my wife informed me. She clicked on the notification and the camera started to stream its limited view of our apartment. My wife narrated to me, "She's watering the plants. She turned on the lamp by the sofa. Oh, she's noticed the Hub. She's waving to us. She's so cute! I'm gonna say hi." My wife turned on the audio. "Hi Zidi! Thanks so much for coming by! I left some fresh-baked cookies out for you!"
"Thanks, Olivia!" I heard Zidi call through the Hub.
My wife and Zidi exchanged a few more pleasantries before disconnecting the call. We were almost at her parents' place anyway.
*** DAY TWO ***
The next evening, I was laying in bed while my wife was in the shower. The first day with the inlaws is always the easiest - it's all warm hellos and there's plenty to get caught up about. I was doing a crossword puzzle on my phone, when my phone chimed with a notification from the Google Hub. I clicked on it, and the stream started.
Zidi was sitting on our bed, eating some chips. I couldn't help but think of what she had seen happen in that bed just 48 hours ago. She waved at the camera, and I turned on the audio. "Hi Zidi!"
"Hi Kevin!" Zidi answered. "Is Olivia there?"
"No, she's in the shower."
"Ah, and you didn't wanna shower with her?" Zidi asked with a grin.
My mouth opened a fraction as I considered how to answer that. Zidi giggled and turned away from the camera. I didn't respond at all. Zidi said, "I'm almost done here tonight, Kevin. I've already done all the chores you left me. I'm just gonna finish this bag of chips and then snoop through your drawers."
I laughed, "Okay, sounds good, Zidi. Thanks again." I disabled the audio, but I didn't close the stream. Zidi strolled in and out of view of the camera a few times. I admired her nubile teen body. She was wearing those extra-short cloth shorts that let the bottom of each butt cheek hang out. Her toned midriff was exposed by the sports bra she wore in lieu of a shirt. I wondered what she was doing out of frame in our living room, but I had no reason to not trust her. When she re-entered the frame, she walked over to my wife's nightstand and opened the drawer. She actually was snooping! I thought she was trying to be sneaky about it and that she must've thought I disconnected the video. I realized I was mistaken, when Zidi pulled a vibrator out of the nightstand and turned to wave it in front of the camera. I was about to turn the audio back on and question Zidi, when I heard the shower adjoining our room shut off. I didn't want to alert my wife because she can overreact at times, so I didn't say anything to Zidi. I watched as she put the vibrator back in the nightstand anyway, blew a kiss to the camera, and then exited our apartment. I disconnected the stream just as my wife exited the bathroom in a towel.
"Whatcha doin' in here?" my wife asked.
"Oh, just checking on the apartment. Zidi just left."
"She's so sweet. I'm glad she's actually coming by every night while we're gone. It makes me feel a little safer." my wife explained.
"Yeah... me too." I agreed.
I returned to my crossword puzzle. The worst part about staying with the inlaws is how paperthin their walls are. There's never a good opportunity to have any fun after dark.
*** DAY THREE ***
The next night, I resolved to ask Zidi about the snooping, but not in front of my wife. So, when my phone chimed with the notification, I excused myself to go upstairs. My wife stayed in the living room watching tv with her parents.
When I got to our room and opened the app, my jaw dropped. Zidi was walking around our apartment completely naked! She had her back to the camera and only the first inch of her buttcrack was in frame, so I couldn't see much. I was about to turn on the audio, when Zidi looked over her shoulder and waved to the camera. I stopped just short of turning on the audio and instead, I watched as Zidi took a few steps away from the camera so that more and more of her ass came into view. It was small, but tight and perky. She wiggled it a little as she continued to look over her shoulder.
Zidi side-stepped her way out of frame. When she walked back into frame a moment later, she was facing the camera with her entire naked torso in frame. She was holding two of the cookies my wife had left for Zidi up like pasties that just barely covered her areolae. She shimmied in front of the camera briefly. Then, as I watched, she moved one of the cookies up to her mouth to take a bite, exposing her nipple to me. She dropped that hand to her side, leaving that breast fully exposed, then repeated with the other cookie. Her glorious, 19 year old tits were front and center on my phone screen. They were so round and creamy, with two small little eraser-head nipples pointing at me. I found myself gently stroking my cock as I gazed.
