Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. This is the first installment of a three-part series. Later installments may contain light anal play and group sex. Enjoy!
***
"You must be Becca."
Becca's at a momentary loss for words. Who is this mystery woman and why does she know Becca's name?
"Yes, I'm Becca."
"I'm Katie," the woman says. "I live across the street."
"Of course! Dr. Goldstein said you'd be dropping by. Come on in."
Katie steps inside and Becca sneaks a quick glance at her firm thighs and ass.
Damn.
Dr. Goldstein should've warned Becca.
"Do you have any questions?" Katie asks. "I know the security system can be a little tricky."
"It's the TV remote that has me flummoxed."
"No worries," Katie says. "There's a trick to it. I'll show you."
They go into the living room. Katie walks her through the process of activating the entertainment system. "It's not the first time I've had to help one of Dr. Goldstein's house sitters with this."
Becca nods, studying Katie. She guesses Katie's in her forties. Older by a few years than Becca's past lovers, but so what? Katie's the epitome of mature hotness. Fair skin and long strawberry blonde hair currently in a ponytail. A pretty face highlighted by bright blue eyes.
And what a body! Slender but not skinny. Athletic with medium-sized breasts and toned limbs.
Jeez. Is she really lusting after the lady across the street? A woman likely twenty years her senior.
Down, girl.
Becca's only been broken up a couple of weeks and her mind's been a one-track record: Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex.
"Got it?" Katie asks.
"I do. Thanks. It would've taken me hours to figure out. It's as if the process is deliberately labyrinthine."
Labyrinthine? Really?
Becca winces. Why must she always pick the most complicated word possible?
Katie smiles. "
Labyrinthine
indeed. And what a
loquacious
way to phrase it."
Here is a kindred spirit! "Indeed it is. I just made some lemonade. Would you like a glass?"
"I'd love one."
They go into the kitchen. Becca pours out the lemonade and they sit at the vast granite island in the center.
"How do you know Dr. Goldstein?" Katie asks.
"My dad's his second cousin," Becca says
Katie nods. "Dr. Goldstein mentioned you were a medical student."
Becca sips her lemonade. "About to be. Classes start in three weeks."
"You must be excited."
"Yeah," Becca says. "Nervous, too."
"I bet."
"I figured I'd house sit for Dr. Goldstein while he's in France," Becca says. "You know, my last chance for some down time before the grind starts. Nothing to do but take care of the koi pond."
"Ah, yes!" Katie gives Becca a charming smirk. "The beloved koi pond. I take it he made sure you read the binder? Did he quiz you?"
Becca laughs. "You know it! I just earned a bio degree, but I think he'd prefer someone with a Master's in ichthyology."
"A PhD. He'd prefer a PhD."
They chat further. Becca learns Katie is married--drat!--and her
husband
--double drat!--is an engineer. They have two preteen kids who are with their grandparents in Maine for the rest of the summer.
"I teach English at the university," Katie says. "So I'm around all day for the duration of your housesitting if you need anything."
"English?" Becca says. "That explains the
variegation
of your vocabulary."
Katie smiles. "I prefer to think of my vocabulary as
multitudinal.
"
"How about
palatial
?" Becca asks. "Or maybe
multifarious.
"
Katie shrugs. "
Heterogeneous.
"
"Well-played."
They laugh. Becca can't take her eyes off Katie. She's fascinating, and not just for nerding-out on big words as much as Becca. She's as appealing a person as Becca's met in some time. And what a smile.
Katie stands. "If there's anything I can do for you I'm right across the street. Anything."
Anything? Hmm.
"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."
Becca walks her to the door. She watches Katie cross the street to her house. Her workout pants showcase her legs and ass nicely.
Becca sighs. Katie has to be married, doesn't she? Why couldn't she just be the bi-curious MILF living across the street? The kind into younger chicks.
Being married doesn't rule out her being into girls, though. She could be bi and have a husband who's cool with her banging a younger chick on the side. Or, better yet, a husband who's hot and down for whatever.
Becca shakes her head.
Anything is possible, sure, but what are the chances?
***
Katie settles in next to Alex. He wraps his arm over her shoulders. They lay back, catching their breath.
"You were rather vocal towards the end there," Alex says.
Katie shrugs. She was extra loud, wasn't she?
"One of the best things about the kids being away is not worrying about being heard fucking."
"True words."
"I got to meet Dr. Goldstein 's house sitter this afternoon," Katie says.
Alex kisses the top of her head. "Yeah? What's she like?"
"She's nice," Katie says. 'I like her."
"As in
like
her?" Alex's tone is playful.
"She's adorable. Also way too young, for
either
of us. She's twenty-two or twenty-three. I'm old enough to be her mom."
"A fact which, I don't need to point out, makes the idea hot as fuck," he says.
"Maybe, but it's a moot point."
"You never know," Alex says.
"Yes, I'm sure she's into chicks in their forties when a girl like her could have anyone she wants."
"Need I remind you you're a hot mom who could also have anyone she wants."
Katie lifts her head and kisses him. "You're sweet."
"I'm gonna have another glass of wine. You?"
"I think we both know the answer to that question," she says. "I'm gonna hose off. Feel free to join me."
Alex's eyes brighten. "I might do that."
Might? As if there's any doubt.
Alex slips out of bed and heads downstairs. He doesn't bother getting dressed.
Katie goes into the master bathroom and turns on the shower. She pauses, checking herself out in the mirror. Thrusting out her hip. Breathing in and studying her tits.
All in all, there ain't much cause for complaint. A trim, fit figure. Tits which sag a little more than they once did, of course, but so what?
Forty-six, huh? Not too bad.
She turns to the window, pushing down one of the slats on the blinds. Dr. Goldstein's house is dark except for the flickering light of a television in the living room.
That beautiful girl, all alone in such a big house. Is Becca lonely tonight, or does she enjoy the solitude?
Katie redoes her ponytail and steps under the steaming jets of hot water, letting them wash over her shoulders. Closing her eyes and soaping herself up. Picturing Becca and her endearing, goofy smile.
What an intriguing girl. A marvelous curvy figure. And such a pretty face. Especially those full lips. And those tits! Epic poems could be written in homage to them.
Katie rubs her clit.
Alex returns, a glass of chablis in each hand.
She gives him a smile, eying him. Look at that chiseled build. How is he on the verge of fifty? The touch of gray on his chin gives it away, though.
He hands her a glass. She steps out from under the water, takes a sip, and hands it back.
She glances at his crotch. "Looks like you're ready for more than a shower."
He smiles, placing the glasses on the shelf behind him. "What can I say? The wonders of modern medicine."
She giggles. He doesn't
need
the assistance. But when he does take one of those pills, he's as easily and repeatedly aroused as any eighteen year-old.
Alex steps into the shower with her. They kiss, tongues dueling. Arms around one another, pulling each other tight.
Katie picks up the soap. "Allow me."
"Go right ahead."
Katie soaps him up, enjoying the feel of his arms and chest as the hot water crashes over them. She feels a familiar warmth in her pussy.
Damn. She's been horny since this afternoon, hasn't she? And still not satisfied, it seems. She can guess why.
"What's the smile for?" Alex asks.
"Do you really want to know?"
"You know I do," Alex says.
"I was thinking about Becca."
He grins. "Okay, that's hot. And I haven't even met this girl yet."
Katie kisses Alex deep. "Wait till you do. Now turn around."
Alex does as he's told. "Tell me about her. What does she look like?"
Katie runs the soap bar over his shoulders and down his back. "Let's see. She's shorter than average and curvy in all the right places. Plump ass and huge tits."
"Huge?" Alex asks
"Yup."
That sure sparked his interest, didn't it? Katie knew it would.
Alex is like most men in that regard, Katie supposes. He appreciates a range of body types. From plump girls like Becca--
zaftig
might be the fancy word Katie would use, or maybe the more vivid
rubenesque
--to slender women.
"Go on," Alex says.
"Let's see. She has a roundish face. Dark brown eyes and eyebrows. She wears glasses. Her face would look incomplete without them."
"Interesting."
Katie soaps up his ass cheeks. Decades of daily bike rides have sure kept them firm. "Her hair's the same dark, mahogany brown as her eyes. Thick and lustrous and parted down the middle. Falling halfway down her back."
Katie puts the soap back on its shelf.
"Then there's her mouth," she says. "She's got such expressive, plump lips. Alabaster white skin, too, like she never ventures into the sun."
"Sounds like she made quite the impression on you," he says.
Katie turns him around, the water rinsing the soap off. She grabs his cock, stroking it a few times. It swells at her touch, rock-hard in moments.
They kiss, tongues entwined amidst the intensifying steam of the shower. Pressing into each other's bodies. Naked flesh against naked flesh.
