It is summer in South Florida. College is over and I had more time to myself. I decided that I was going to find an easy job to make extra money for the next College year. On a local newspaper I read an ad. looking for a house sitter. I thought this should be an easy job. So, I answered the ad and went to an agency that was doing the hiring. After filling an application and a couple of interviews, not to mention background checks, I was informed that I got the job.
I went to meet with owner of the house. She was a very fine lady in her sixty's. We spoke for at least a couple of hours she was nice and easy to get along with. She informed me that most of my duties would revolve on overseeing that the workers that maintain and clean the house are allowed in to do their jobs. To this end I had their phone numbers so I can coordinate as to when I was available to be there.
It is a very nice big house. Very well maintained. It had four big rooms plus the main bedroom which was immense the walk in closet is bigger than my small apt. It has a nice big yard with a pool. She asked that I visit the house as much as possible to make sure that all is alright. She also mentioned that I could spend the night just not to have parties or bring to many friends over and that I have full access to the house as long as clean after my self.
I visited with my new boss a few more times. We sat to talk and had coffee and our conversations always lasted for more than two hours. During these visits I met her husband, the maid, the pool man, the lawn maintenance man, etc. On my last visit she informed me that her and her husband were leaving up north to spend the summer, must be nice.
She informed me that at some time ago while moving some furniture four floor tiles had broken in the kitchen. The kitchen is ample with a counter in the middle of it. It has a small dinning area with a table and chairs. Opposite the center counter and past the dinning area are two sliding glass doors that lead to the back yard and the pool. I was informed the she had hired a tile man to fix the floor tiles. I was told that my boss would be leaving soon and I had to make the arraignments for tile man to change the broken floor tiles.
The lady of the house and her husband left for their trip. I was left in charge of the house. I visited often and made an appointment with the tile man. By his name I could tell he was from a hispanic country, his name is Andres, he told me I could call him Andy.
A couple of weeks went by and I had settle in job quite nicely. Everything was going well. On this day I was waiting for the tile man to come and do his work. Andy the tile man came as agreed. He was a man in his late forties early fifties. Not too tall maybe 5'9" kind of muscular, about 190+ lbs with a small beer gut. Looked like had been doing fiscal work for most of his life. I let him in he brought in his tools and we went to the kitchen and after some small talk he went to work. I found out he was originally from Brasil. He told me it would take a few hours for him to finish his work.
In the meantime I decided to go to the pool and take in some sunshine. After a couple of hours I went back in to check on Andy. I was wearing my swim suit and wrapped a towel around my waist. He was giving his work the finishing touches. As I watched him finish we made more small talk. He finished and we put a couple chairs with tape around the tiles as a reminder not to walk over the tiles for at least one day. I offered him a drink of water as I was going to get the check my boss had left for him. He sat by the table.
When I came back with the check I found Andy with his shorts off and jerking off. I was very surprised to see his at least 8" thick cock. I was speechless. The only words that came out were "what are you doing." I hurried to close the sliding glass doors and close the blinds. And again asked "what are you doing."
