I own the rights to the pest control services in an upscale hi-rise condominium on the beach. It's a great job because all the people are all very young and successful. The wives and girlfriends are usually all knock outs, too.
Since this was my second year spraying this building, I knew where all the really good looking women lived. I looked forward to seeing them in the halls or on the way back from the beach.
On one particular occasion, I was going to start spraying early on the 15th floor. There was a brunette that lived there with her husband, that I thought was beautiful. She had often tried to set me up with her single friends but something always seemed to screw up the plans.
Being single had its benefits in this line of work. I stayed in good shape and am in my early thirty's. So I met lots of ladies at the building. But I never went out with any of them.
Well, back on the 15th floor, I saw my favorite brunette. Her name is Sophia. She is 23 y/o. She doesn't work because her husband is an attorney and does pretty well.
She asked me if I was going to be spraying on her floor today. I answered that I would but it would be later on. She informed me she would be going down to the beach after she "took care of a few things" and to just use my master key.
I nodded and started down the hall. After finishing that apartment, I heard voices in the hall. It was Sophia and her husband. They were quarreling. I ducked back and listened as it sounded heated.
"You never take your time anymore. What about me?" she asked.
He replied, "Sorry babe, I'll make it up to you. I don't know what wrong. I have to get to the office. We'll talk later."
"You say that but nothing ever changes."
I closed the door and heard him board the elevator. Not soon after that I heard her close the door and leave. I wondered what he wasn't doing.
I figured the coast was clear and went to their apartment to spray. I used the master key and went in. Their place was beautiful. I started spraying in the kitchen and then went to the bedroom.
The bed was all messed up and there looked like there was a wet spot on the sheets. They must have just fucked. Now I knew what she meant when she said she was going to "take care of a few things".
It was all making sense now why she was mad at him. He came but she didn't. I wondered how often he left her like that. What a fool.
I went into the bathroom and noticed their laundry hamper. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't resist looking inside. Right on top was her panties. I took them out and thought how cute and sexy they were.
I brought the crotch to my nose and inhaled. They were wonderfully scented with her. My cock got hard as nails. I stood there and got lost in her smell. Then I heard something like someone clearing their throat.
"Well, well. I see someone is enjoying themselves."
It was Sophia and she busted me red handed. I tried to think of some thing to say but she started in again. I expected to hear her say that she was going to call the cops or something. Instead, I was shocked.
"I always new you liked me; always checking me out. I knew you were a perv. You are always looking at my feet. What should I do?"
"Please, I'm sorry. This will never happen again. I couldn't help myself. Look at you, you're beautiful."
She looked at me, "Listen, this will be our little secret, but on one condition."
I told her, "anything".