The kitten slipped out when she opened the back door. She couldn't believe a little ball of fluff like that could move so fast. What was worse was the fact that her hands were full and she couldn't chase it. She put the washing basket down next to the clothes line. Decision time. Chase the kitten now or after she hung up the washing? Washing first, she decided. She could see the kitten and it was just playing around on the grass.
Olivia hung up the washing, one eye on the little ball of black and white fur. Finished, she turned towards the kitten, just in time to see him duck under the hedge and go next door. Not a problem. There was a small gap in the hedge where one of the bushes had recently died. She could slip through there. Martin would be at work, anyway.
Through the hedge and where was the kitten? Not in sight, that was for sure. Maybe still under the hedge? She crawled along the base of the hedge, finally spotting a flash of black and white fur. Now all she had to do was catch him. Maybe she could scare him back into her yard.
A sudden yell and a shaking of the bush resulted in one very nervous animal. It reacted the way nature intended. Tail up and scent glands flexed and Olivia found the skunk enthusiastically spraying the front of her clothes. She staggered back with a scream. The skunk slipped out from under the hedge and waddled away happily. Another victory to skunks.
Olivia wasn't quite as happy. She felt nauseated and was struggling not to throw up. A shower and an immediate change of clothes was the order of the day. But, and it was a big but, she did not want to traipse the scent of eau de skunk through her house. Her husband would kill her. Worse, he'd roll around on the floor, laughing his fool head off.
The best ideas come in emergency situations. She was in Martin's backyard and Martin was at work. She knew where he kept his emergency key. She could sneak in, strip off in his back room and stuff her smelly things in a plastic bag. Then a good shower, borrow a t-shirt from Martin's wardrobe, and sneak off home. He'd never know she'd been there. True, a lingering smell might give him a clue that someone or something had visited but he wouldn't know who or what. Well, the smell would tell him what, but not that it had been attached to her.
After knocking to ensure non-occupancy, Olivia retrieved the key and slipped in the back. She promptly stripped, doing her best to touch the contaminated clothes as little as possible. Fortunately not much of the foul liquid had soaked through onto her skin. Into the kitchen. A quick check found plastic bags and she grabbed a few. Then it was clothes into a bag and tied. Then that bag into another and a third over them. That at least cut down the worst of the smell.
Feeling a lot happier with so much of the smell gone Olivia headed for the bathroom, stopping in the kitchen to grab the vinegar. She was reasonably sure that vinegar helped kill the scent.
Vinegar, a hot shower with plenty of soap, more vinegar, and another shower, and Olivia was satisfied. As far as she could tell she was scent free. Even the vinegar smell was gone. She quickly dried herself and started off towards the bedroom to find a t-shirt.
Arriving home early, Martin let himself in and walked down the hall. He'd only taken a few steps when his bathroom door opened and Olivia stepped out. Naked. Totally and absolutely and gloriously naked. He had always thought she'd had a fine figure. He'd just never realised just how fine it was. Her breasts were firm, jutting out proudly. Her waist was pleasantly narrow before her hips flared out in a graceful curve. Her mons gleamed white, showing that she wore bikinis when swimming and did a full shave.
She saw him and stopped dead, mouth opening in shock. Martin had stopped also, but quickly recovered, moving down the hall towards her. The only time he stopped was when he had to pause to let his trousers fall before stepping out of them and continuing on.
Olivia was shaking her head slowly while backing away, eyes fastened on him. Well, initially fastened on his face but now fastened on a distinctly different part of his anatomy. It was unfortunate that she couldn't back off very far, the end of the hallway right behind her.
Martin came to a halt immediately in front of her, not saying a word. His hand came up and brushed across both her breasts, trailing down afterwards to run across her mons. Bending slightly, he tucked a big hand behind her knee and lifted, pushing her leg to the side at the same time, leaving her exposed. Before Olivia could file a proper protest his erection was pressing against her.
"Martin, no," Olivia shrieked, feeling his cock pressing against her soft flesh. "You can't do this."
"I can do what I want in my own house," he said softly, now pressing firmly home, burying his cock deep inside her, relishing her heat and the way her passage clung to him. Even though he was fully inside her he still pressed against her, enjoying the contact.
"God, I needed this," he breathed softly.
