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Housesitting

“I need your help this afternoon, babe,” she said with an exhausted air to her voice, “I’ve got a few more things to take care of over here, and I really can’t do them by myself.”

She had agreed to house-sit for the lady she did some work for occasionally, and usually that involved a huge list of tasks. She didn’t mind, she liked the lady and the pay was decent. So, knowing that she did need my help, I jumped into the car and headed to the address she had texted to me. It took me about 15 minutes, but soon I was in the driveway.

It was definitely a very nice house, much nicer than either of us could afford. I walked to the front door and knocked. There was no answer, so I texted her that I was there. She sent back to come around to the side gate and go to the back yard. I walked around and let myself in through the gate and rounded the final corner of the house. The view was breathtaking.

The yard and pool were quite nice, but the breathtaking part was the sight of her nude body poised at the edge of the pool, and then diving into the water. I stood back for a moment and just watched. When she came back to the surface, she turned on her back and just floated, looking like a goddess in the water. I felt myself drawn to the pool, and when she felt my presence she looked at me and grinned that wicked grin of hers. View full article »

Evening Home

We were spending a quiet evening at home. Everyone was hanging out, watching TV or on the computer, not really a care in the world, just enjoying the comfort of familiarity.

I catch your eye and give you a devilish wink. You grin back at me and our eyes tell each other what we want to know. I get up to go have a smoke, and you wait a few minutes before joining me on the porch. We stand there quietly, enjoying the night air, enjoying the feel of our nearness to each other.

After we finish, we linger for a while longer, waiting to see what the reaction inside will be to our prolonged absence. Sensing that no one has even noticed, I take your hand and lead you to the potting shed near the back of the garden. We slip inside and close the door. I put some bags of potting soil in front of it to keep anyone from surprising us.

When I stand up again, you throw yourself into my arms and we kiss. It’s a kiss of pent up desire, fueled by the illicit nature of our circumstances. My hands move under your shirt and slowly stroke from your waist up to your shoulders and back down again. At the downward point of their journey, my hands squeeze your ass, drawing you close to my burgeoning hardness. You moan into my mouth as we kiss, and my hands travel up then back down again, once again squeezing your sexy bottom. View full article »

The Parking Lot

I was walking back to my car in the far end of the parking lot. When I first got to the store to work on a computer issue, the lot was full. Now, hours later, it was dark and the walk seemed a lot longer. I was about half-way to the car when I noticed her. She was parked under one of the dim street lights, and her eyes appeared to be closed in pain. Concerned, I walked over to the car to check on her. I was really not prepared for what I saw.

She had her seat pushed away from the steering wheel, and her skirt up around her waist. Her panties were nowhere evident, and her fingers were very busy. I watched, fascinated by the view of this lovely little brunette pleasuring herself. View full article »

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