I was living my final summer after high school at home with my family in the suburbs. Dad had a good job at the firm and we lived well on a street full of doctors, lawyers and business owners. The neighbors next door, the Stintons, were the closest to us. Mr. Stinton was a surgeon and his wife an RN at the local hospital. She was an attractive woman with platinum blond hair and a petite athletic figure. They had two rambunctious young boys, 6 and 8 years old, that I had encountered playing in the yard over the years, and one small mutt of a dog.
Over the past few years I had performed dozens of odd jobs for them, mowing their lawn, dog sitting, shoveling snow in the winter. We had a good relationship and they were happy to have me help out when I needed to make some spending money.
One day my mom received a phone call, the Stintons were going on a vacation for a week and would like me to dog sit and care for the house while they were away. Nice! Spare cash! It was an easy job. Go over, feed the dog, let it out to play in the back yard, play pool on their pool table. Basically, hang out in a nice house a couple times a day and get paid for it.
Friday came along and I decided that I would cut their grass as well, since I needed to do ours and it was going to rain the next day. I got pretty hot as I ran the mower back and forth across both backyards. I started to think to myself how great a shower would feel after all this mowing. I loved the idea of having a beautiful house to myself this week. I liked to imagine what it would be like living in a place like that on my own. So I would sort of pretend while I was there.
I finished the lawn and headed over to the Stintons'. I felt a little thrill from taking a guilty pleasure like showering in their house but figured, they will be gone all week. Who's to know?
The best shower in the place was in the master bath. It was a real nice one with lots of room. I relished the great shower head and the warm water felt amazing on my back. After my shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out to the bedroom. I did have a thought about the possibility that Mrs. Stinton probably had wrapped her smoking hot body in the same towel. I looked around. I'd never really been in here and wondered if there was anything interesting, like maybe racy underwear? I imagined Mrs. Stinton in a lacy number. Oh, that would be something! I looked in a nearby dresser, panties! Pretty common colors and styles. Nothing racy, but I still held a pair up and imagined the heavenly body they had been on. I even got a little hard just picturing her. She was quite hot and I had envisioned her in more than a couple fantasies over the past few years. I poked around a little and from across the room I spotted something under the night stand. I walked over and kneeled down reaching under and pulling it out, I almost dropped the shiny white dildo. Holy crap! I nearly shouted. Now my mind was just reeling with thoughts about Sandra Stinton with this baby between her legs. Wow!
Just as I was seriously considering stroking my growing hard on forming a tent in the bath towel, I was jarred from my thoughts by a noise in the hallway. I quickly looked to my right, but was otherwise frozen in fear. Around the corner carrying her purse and a pulling a rolling bag behind her was Sandra! She gasped out loud, clearly startled by the intruder in her bedroom and the two of us locked eyes and there was an agonizing moment of shocked silence.
"Wha- what are you doing?" Sandra finally blurted out. I was busted, on so many levels.
I attempted to think fast and could only come up with, "What are you doing here?" I had nothing to defend myself with, the dildo still in my hand, my drying body still wrapped in one of their towels. I was deeply in trouble. She responded to my useless question with a strange response.
"I... came home early. We... I... had an argument."
Her eyes fixated on the phallus in my hand. "That's... not yours."
"Um, yeah," I responded in a timid tone.
"Why are you holding that?" She asked. My face was hot, I was almost shaking and now really aware of how nearly naked I was. She was staring at me, my chest still wet as I put the dildo down on the bed.
"Sorry..."
"What were you doing with that? "
"I... noticed it under the table."
"You aren't supposed to be up here." Her eyes had changed, tears making her beautiful blue eyes glassy.
"Are you OK?"
"I'm not really. What were you doing?"
I paused for a second. I could tell she was distraught in some way and I likely just made things worse. I felt sad for her and without another thought said, "I was thinking about you."
Her expression changed, it was hard to read, but she seemed confused, and something else.
She stepped toward me, I didn't know what was going to happen and braced for a possible slap.
She hugged me instead, "I'm sorry I startled you."
I was in shock, this amazing woman was hugging me and I tried to carefully return the hug.
"Do you think about me a lot?" She asked with her head on my shoulder. I thought I heard a sniffle.
"Yes."
"What do you think about?"
"Well... um... what guys think about, I guess."
"I see." She pulled back from me. Looked me up and down. "Do you... have a girlfriend?"
"Not since last December."
Why was she asking me all these strange questions? Why did she hug me? What is happening?
Sandra stared a moment. She was beautiful, even in her plain jeans and button down lacy top. They fit her really well. She could have been a blue jeans model.
She wiped a tear away from her cheek. She then leaned in and kissed me square on the lips.
I nearly fell over, but kissed her back a second later. I didn't know what happened, but this amazing hot woman was kissing me. She broke off the kiss and looked at my very shocked and confused face.
"They won't be home any time soon," she said
She kissed me again, more purposefully, pulling me into her. My hands wrapped around her and I felt her tongue begin to probe my lips. I couldn't believe it, but I accepted her tongue and Sandra let out a soft whine. We kissed passionately and I felt the towel slipping down a bit. As I broke away to stop it from falling, Sandra grabbed my hand. She pulled my hand up and placed it on her breast. The towel slipped lower as we kissed again even more frantically. My hardness was becoming evident through the now loose towel. Sandra pushed me back until I was sitting on edge of the 4 post bed, the dildo rolled off the bed, bouncing on the floor. She giggled and pushed me down flat on my back. I had never heard her laugh, or giggle. It was an intoxicating sound. She was on her knees hovering over me, her platinum hair partially covering my face. She had a serious look in her eyes as she reached for the towel just covering my now hard manhood.
I started to say something witty or smart but only got out "Um what are-, "
She silenced me with her finger over my lips and whispered, "No talking now." My mind was exploding as I felt her hand wrap around my hardness. She was slowly tugging on me as her eyes fixated on the shaft. She leaned forward and I felt the tickle of her flowing hair on my stomach. Then the warm wet sensation of Sandra's beautiful lips sliding over me. Her tongue danced on my shaft as she began moving her mouth more intently upon me.
I was still in shock, it was a surreal moment and I was trying to catch up. The woman of my dreams was sucking me! I was trying to hold back my orgasm but it was so good, so hot and wet. It felt like my mind would explode. Instead, I felt an orgasm rushing up from my toes. I had thought to warn her, but before I could get the words together I managed an "Aaaah I'm-," And it felt like my very soul was bursting forth. She gave a muffled um, then a moan of satisfaction as she took my essence with hunger and satisfaction. Not only did she swallow, but she seemed to enjoy it! She finally pulled away and we both recovered our breath from the ordeal.
Sandra gave me a warm smile. Then kissed me on the forehead and said, "Come back this evening like you normally would." Now THAT was good news. I got dressed while Sandra headed down to the kitchen. She handed me a bottle of water on the way out with the words "See you soon." Those simple words and the tone of her voice echoed in my head the rest of the afternoon, through dinner with the folks and beyond.
I kept checking the time and finally at seven sharp I nearly sprung from the couch wearing a polo shirt and my best shorts. I didn't want to over dress (it would look strange to wear anything nicer to go feed a dog). I did however manage my best casual "I'll probably watch a little TV on their big screen for a while," to my mother as I headed out the door.
Only a few lights were on at the house as I approached. Looks like she is playing it safe as well, I thought. I opened the door and immediately smelled candles.
I shouted out a "Hello?"
"Up here," from Sandra upstairs. My heart was pounding and I had to concentrate a bit to get up the circular staircase without tripping.
It had already been a pretty out of this world afternoon and I was still recovering from our encounter earlier. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I was sure going to find out.
As I headed down the hall I could hear faint music... Steely Dan? The door to the bedroom was open but not all the way. I pushed it open to the most amazing site. She was in a silvery silk robe that was loosely tied showing hints of black lace beneath. She could have been a model and I'd be the first in line to buy whatever she was selling.
"Hi," she said. She seemed so calm. I was not.
"Tell me, when you had these thoughts about me, what were you doing?"
"Well... um... you know. They were fantasies."
She was standing only a few inches away, with her hands on my shoulders.
"And, you were playing with yourself?"
"Well... yeah." I whispered.
