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.
