Returning from his sophomore year at Stanford University, Jason Charles (Jaycee) Thorensen, turned off the Freeway toward his West Valley home. Passing by the sprawling ranchettes of his neighborhood, Jaycee noticed that someone new was moving into the house next door to his family's home. With his parents out of town, he parked his car and set out to meet them.
As Jaycee approached the garage he heard what appeared to be the husband tell the woman standing among a three car garage floor covered with boxes, "Kit, I have a plane to catch. I'll be back in about five to seven days." Pointing at the boxes and waving his hand in a circular fashion, he continued, "And Kit, get this stuff where it belongs. Find some help, if you need it."
Jaycee strolled up the driveway, "Hi, I'm Jaycee Thorensen from next door. Actually I just got home from college."
The man spun around to face Jaycee and thrust out his right hand, "Roger Taylor." After shaking hands, Roger raised a hand toward the woman in the garage, "And, that's my wife Kitania,.she goes by Kittie." She waved from among the boxes. Jaycee recognized the way about him as a senior corporate executive from those he had met in his father's corporation. "I have to get going. Kit, maybe you can get Jaycee here to help you. I'll call when I get in my hotel."
"Call me on the cell dear, the home line isn't in, yet." Kitania said waving "goodbye" to her husband.
Jaycee watched Roger back down the lengthy driveway then speed off down the road. He then turned and walked into the garage. "I've got nothing but time right now. So, I'm hear to help." Now six foot four inches tall, he had been getting women 18 to 50 in the sack since he was 13 years old. He had studied Behavior Science, especially women, since high school, getting into the pants of four of his female teachers. With a major in Law, he had made Behavior Science his minor, scored a women in Admissions and an assistant professor while he was at it.
So, when Kittie waved her hands and said "I just don't know where to start!" his experience and knowledge told him that she was a submissive that needed a man to lead her.
He looked over the massive amount of boxes, all labeled with the room where they belonged. "Well, I'd say we start with one room and go from there. How about the most important room in the house, the kitchen?" he said with a big smile.
"You and I are going to get along very well, Jaycee." she responded pointing a finger at him then a thumb at herself. He learned something else about Kittie, she was left handed, "My husband would have insisted we start somewhere else. I agree with you. It is the most important room in any home, the second is the dining room."
"That's right. So, I'll tellya what. You grab a box you can handle and head off to the kitchen. I'll grab one and follow you. Then you can get things out of their boxes and in the right place. I'll just keep bringing in boxes 'til I've got both kitchen and dining room in there. Then I'll help you get them arranged. How's that for a plan of action?"
"I like it, let's go for it." she replied with a big beautiful smile. When she turned to pick up a box at her feet, Jaycee learned two more valuable facts about Kittie Taylor. She had a magnificent ass. And, the way her Navy sweat shirt fell past her elbows when she bent over to pick up the box told him she also had quite a rack. Jaycee decided right then that he would not only get his hands on those monster tits before summer was over, he would get his eleven by two and a half inch cock completely up inside her tight pussy. He didn't just want to get inside her. He wanted to fuck her to the point where she wasn't sure of her first name. He wanted ownership of that mature, but well preserved physique and he would get it. For now, he would simply explore the women encased in that lovely body.
Completing the kitchen and dining room, Kittie turned to Jaycee, "Well my man, it looks good. We're losing light and the utilities won't be turned on until Monday. Why don't we call it a day and I'll buy dinner. That sound like just compensation to you?"
"Sounds good ta me, but we'd haveta shower and change. I'll tellya what. My mom told me that our kitchen is well stocked and they're not gonna be back until a week from Sunday. So, I'll supply the food and the functional kitchen and if you'll do the cooking, then we'll call it even."
"Sounds like a deal ta me if you don't think your parents will mind your bringing strange women into their home while they're out." she giggled.
"Oh, I think they would approve of my extension of our hospitality."
"OK good sir, I think we should adjourn to your well stocked, functional kitchen before we find ourselves standing here in the dark."
"OK m'lady, follow me."
Jaycee learned everything he needed to know that evening to formulate a plan that would culminate in the full penetration of Kitania Taylor. Then, he would do things to her body that she didn't know a man could do to a woman and he would get her to do things to him that she didn't know that a woman could do to a man. He would spend the month of June setting his trap. Then in early July he would spring it on her. That way he would have her everyday thereafter, if he wanted, until the end of August when he had to return to campus for football practice.
June passed quickly, with Jaycee building a greenhouse for Kittie while she developed a vegetable garden. They added color to the front yard and especially the backyard around the pool.
He found that in addition to being a very capable woman, she had a very good eye for beauty. Whether it be the silver and glassware in her hutches, or the blooming plants she brought into the yards, everything she did was color coordinated, adding beauty and elegance.
On July 1st, Jaycee met his parents at the breakfast table. His father asked what Kittie had lined up for them to do that day. "I'm going to build her a arbor and garden gate, while she weeds the gardens."
Finished with his breakfast, his father stood up to take his plate to the sink. "Well, don't be out there much after one or two. It's gonna get hot today, they say triple digit. So, don't over do it."
