I had agreed to watch my friends' condo while they were away visiting their family overseas. They had two cats that needed to be fed and looked after and needed someone they could trust to care for them properly. A very open couple, they had keys distributed amongst a few of their neighbors, but as I was ban animal lover, I volunteered for the duty right away.
The first few days went pretty uneventfully; the litter box was emptied twice daily, the cats were fed, and I spent some time over there reading so that the cats wouldn't miss human presence that much. Every so often, one of the neighbors, Kristie, would pop over. We'd have a drink of wine, talk about books, or just shoot the proverbial shit. All in all, it was a very relaxing duty to have agreed to do. One morning, though, things got a little more interesting.
I came over around 7:30 am as usual to feed the cats before heading off to work myself. I was in the kitchen, singing a song I heard in the car on the way over, when a sleepy, feminine voice very quietly said, "Hi Karl."
I nearly jumped out of my skin. Not that I was doing anything wrong, but what the hell was someone doing there at all? When I turned around, my eyes were looking over Missy, dressed in tight blue jeans and a light-green t-shirt, who had just come out of Emily's room.
Missy was another neighbor/friend of the family, but I didn't know she had a key as well. I met her at a few parties thrown by the couple for whom I was cat-sitting. She was a friend of my friends' daughter, Emily, who I've watched grow up through high school and kept secretly in the corner of my eye for years. Missy had just graduated high school, and, as she explained, "needed a place to crash after the party she went to last night."
As stunned as I was to see her five-foot, 5-inch, slender frame standing there in form fitting attire, her breasts prominently displayed from the way her t-shirt was tucked into her jeans, all I could say in reply was "uhh, no problem. Sorry for waking you. Go back and get some rest."
The prospect of following her back, helping her slide off those blue jeans (and everything else) occurred to me at once, but I was still waking up myself. Startled as I was, I went back to cat duties. Once I had finished there, Missy came out and said "I, I guess I should get home some time too."
She bent over her backpack, revealing a black lace thong just above the line her jeans formed while hugging her very grip-able hips.
Cruel, cruel, cruel to do this to a man who has to get to work
, I thought. Before leaving, I asked her to lock-up when she's done. "Oh, and by the way," I said, "I'll be sitting the cats for the next 2 weeks. You can drop over any time if you wanna hang-out. All I do here is read and pet the cats. Company is nice every once in a while." And with a sly smile and sultry leer, I closed the door without hearing her reply.
When I came back that night, everything was the same as I'd left, but somehow it felt like an opportunity was missing. My mind raced back to the sight of that black piece of lingerie seemingly painted on Missy's smooth skin. I shook it off and took care of the litter box. But when I went to feed the kitties, I got a huge surprise. Dangling from one of the shelves above the cans of cat food was that very same black lace thong. I nearly popped out of my pants right there. Seeing as no-one would be using any of the rooms, and remembering which room Missy came out of this morning, I took off my boxers and left them on Emily's bed in reply.
