Housesitting

Back when I was in grad school, my brother and his wife planned a two-month vacation, a driving trip to see the US. He was an educator and had summers off. They had a couple cats and a dog, and needed someone to house sit. Since I also had the summer off, I agreed to stay at their house while they were traveling. As a bonus, the company she worked for hired me to replace her while she was gone. It was a great deal; a place to stay and a summer job.

A couple weeks after I moved in, their next-door neighbor, Alice, an elderly woman, told me she was planning to go away for a week to see her grandkids. She had a cat also, and I volunteered to take care of it while she was away. She thanked me for offering, but her niece was going to come out there and take care of things. Apparently, things weren’t good at home for the niece and she needed to get away.

Alice and I had a glass of wine on her front porch on Fridays after we got home from work. Her niece arrived a couple days before Alice left, and they invited me over for some wine the day she got there. Angela, the niece, was about 45, my mother’s age, and looked pretty good. She was short and thin, although she didn’t give off the impression that she was very fit. The three of us had a glass of wine, and Angela talked a little bit about being excited to be away for a couple weeks. Her goals were to just relax, and to get a good tan. It sounded like there was some stress back at the ranch, but I didn’t ask any questions.

Alice left midweek, and Angela was sitting on the porch when I got home from work. She raised up her glass of wine and asked me if I were interested in joining her. I was, and by the time I changed out of my work clothes and walked over, there was a glass on a table waiting for me. I could tell that she had spent some time out in the sun that day. Angela asked some questions about the local area, since she had never been there. When she asked about places to go out at night, I wasn’t very helpful, since I had only visited there a couple times, and we didn’t go out.

She had never been to a bar or a nightclub, and that was something she wanted to do while she had the chance. She got married before she was legal to buy alcohol, and her husband did not drink. They had two kids, who were out of school, and her life was basically go to work, come home, go to work, and come home. She had some female friends when the kids were younger and played together, but by this point she said she felt like she lived on a desert island.

I told her I’d ask around at work and we could go check something out the next night, which was Friday. There were two recommendations from coworkers. Angela made dinner for me, and then we drove to one of them. It was quiet, although there was a DJ and a dance floor. A couple people went on the dance floor, but it was dead until the DJ put on a slow song. A bunch of people moved onto the dance floor, and kind of swayed against each other. I could tell by the way she was looking out on the dance floor that she wanted to join them, and we stood up and walked out onto the floor. It was awkward, since we really didn’t know each other, but we did some moving around in a little circle with our arms around each other until the song ended.

“This is probably the first time since I met my husband that I have been alone with a guy” she mentioned. Then I got more details. He was a slug. Worked, watched television, went to bed. They hadn’t been out to dinner alone in a long time. A couple vacations when the kids were little, but it had been years since they’d traveled anywhere. It sounded like a dreary life to me. There was another slow song just before last call, and after we danced it, we left. I walked her to her door after I pulled in to my driveway, and before she unlocked the door she told me that she had had a really nice time. A quick hug and she went inside.

There was a patio behind her house, and I could see her stretched out sunbathing in a one-piece bathing suit while I mowed my lawn the next morning. She waved to me and yelled for me to come over when I was done. When I walked over, she had wrapped a towel around her waist and was sitting up in a chair. She wanted to go out again, to the other recommended place, and I was all for it. I checked her out when she walked into the kitchen to pour some wine, and could see that she was not very toned, with a bit of a belly above the top of the towel. After the wine I had some errands to run, and we agreed on a time to leave. When I got home her car was not there, and I didn’t hear it when she came back.

She came to my door wearing a sundress, showing off some redness on her shoulders and legs. On the way to the bar, she told me she drove out earlier and bought some clothes to wear out, including three sundresses to show off the tan she was working on. This bar was not as quiet as the previous night, but still not too much going on. A DJ and a dance floor, with a few people dancing. We were both waiting for a slow dance, but before that happened, a guy walked over to our table and asked her to dance. She froze, and declined, and he walked back to where he was hanging out with his buddies. That had never happened to her before, and she wasn’t sure why he wanted to dance with her. I told her she looked good in the dress and he probably noticed that also.

When a slow song started up, she was ready to go. This time we danced closer together, and at the end she put her head on my shoulder and gave me a squeeze. We danced one more time before the lights came up and everyone cleared out. I walked her to her door again, but this time she turned to me, put her arms around me in a hug, and looked up at me. Our faces were only a couple inches apart, and we stayed that way for a few seconds. I was about to take a chance and move my lips to hers. Instead, her porch light was on, so she unlocked the door, reached in, and turned it off. “No one knows we’re here, do they?” she said, and I agreed. The front door was still open. She stepped away from me, kissed me on the cheek, and went inside.

In the morning she rang my doorbell and invited me to come over at lunchtime. Again, when she went into the kitchen to bring out food, she wrapped a towel around her waist. We ate and drank a beer. I was wearing shorts and a tee shirt, and she said I was welcome to sit in the sun with her. I removed my shirt and sneakers while she adjusted a chair so I could lie on it horizontally, then asked if I wanted some lotion. She picked it up, told me to turn around, popped the top, and squeezed some lotion onto her hand. Standing behind me, she rubbed it on my shoulders and back until I turned around and she applied it to my chest and arms. It was Sunday and I had to work in the morning, so I went home a couple hours later, had dinner, read, and then hit the hay.

Angela was sitting on the porch when I drove in the next afternoon, and yelled out that the wine was chilled and waiting for me. A quick change into shorts and a tee shirt, and I joined her. She was wearing another sundress, and when she stood up to hand me a glass, she did a little twirl, then asked me if I liked her dress. When I told her I did, she wanted to know which one I preferred. Saying that both were nice was not what she wanted to hear from me. When it was time for a refill, she came out with two fresh glasses of wine wearing the dress she wore the night before. “This one?”. Again, I told her that she looked good in both. It was still early, but our glasses were empty and she told me she was out of wine. I wasn’t, so I went home and pulled a bottle from the refrigerator. She was wearing another sun dress when I returned, but this one was fairly low cut and a few inches above the knee. After putting her hands over her head in a pose, she asked, “How about this one?”

Instead of answering, I asked her if she had any more for me to evaluate. She reminded me that she only bought three sundresses, but then told me she also bought a two-piece bathing suit that she hadn’t worn yet, the first one she’d ever owned. After drinking her wine, she refilled our glasses and went back inside. A couple minutes later she walked out wearing a robe, then told me she was afraid a neighbor might see her, and asked me to come inside. I grabbed the wine and followed her in. She removed the robe, dropped it onto a char, put her hands above her head, and repeated the pose she had done for the sundress. The bathing suit was in two pieces, but fairly modest; a high waisted bottom piece and a top that was not low cut. She referred to her white stomach as a fish belly, but said that would change next week. Then she sat down on a chair next to me.

The wine was going down quickly, and I got up to go outside to refill them from the bottle on the porch. “Did you buy anything else Saturday?” I asked. She answered that she bought something to sleep in, that was kinda like a dress, but not something she would wear outside of the house. When I asked to view it, she mentioned it didn’t cover much, but could bring it down on a hangar. “I’d really need to see it on you to properly rate it” was all I need to say, and she agreed.

As I was walking back inside with the wine, she came down the stairs wearing a very skimpy nightie. It was light blue, cut low enough that I could see the tan lines on her breasts, and the hem barely covered any of her thighs. This time when she did the hands above the head pose, I got a quick look at the matching blue lace panties underneath. “Are the panties part of the outfit? I’d like to see them.” She hesitated, then lifted the hem up, showing me the panties. She was standing about five feet from me, and I beckoned her toward me for a better look. I sat down on a couch and set the wine on a side table as she walked over. This time she lifted the bottom up about half way. From a distance of about two feet, I could see the outline of her pubic hair against the almost transparent material of the panties. Her hands were crossed over her chest, but I wasn’t looking up there.

I told her that if she wore that to the bar, every guy in the place would want to slow dance with her. Then I asked her to dance. She turned away, walked over to a radio, and found a station playing music. She moved into my arms and we danced for a couple songs. “You know, the panties could be worn as a stand-alone outfit” I said. Without any hesitation, she lifted the nightie about her head and set it on top of the robe. We started kissing as soon as we joined together. My hands moved up and down her back, down to her panties, and then back up again. I moved them up and down between us, and she moved away a little so my thumbs could rub her very hard nipples, while she started making soft moaning noises.

That lasted about half a song and we moved to the couch. Between kisses, my hands explored her, until she stood up and removed her panties, tossing them on top of the robe and nightie. I fingered her while kissing, and eventually stood up and pushed my shorts down, ready to seal the deal. “Do you have any protection?” she asked. I told her no and I did not have any at the house either. She reached over and held my penis in her hand, thinking, but eventually said that it was too risky. I offered to pull out, but that was not to be an option. So, I pulled my shorts back up. She grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her, clearly signaling that fun and games was over for the night. As I was opening the door to leave, I told her I’d hit the drugstore on the way home the next day.

I expected to see her on her porch when I arrived home the next day, but her car was gone. Later, she came to my door wearing the third sundress. The first words out of her mouth were, “Did you go to the drugstore?” I nodded, invited her in, and walked over to show her the bag with the drug store name on the kitchen table. She asked where my bedroom was, and while I was leading here there, carrying the bag, she told me that we couldn’t use her aunt’s bed, it would be too weird. We assumed the dancing position, with the obligatory kisses, but quickly separated and undressed. She was only wearing sandals and the sundress, and hopped on the bed before I was done. I opened the box and removed a condom, but she insisted on putting in on me, saying that she wasn’t allowed to do that at home.

There was no foreplay; she was on her back and ready. I moved over her, found the right angle, and pushed all the way inside her. We started out slowly, but increased the movements. She didn’t climax, but was clearly enjoying it. After finishing, we stayed side by side with her head on my shoulder, talking about what we had just done. Angela was surprised that she wasn’t feeling guilty, that it was a long time coming, and she just needed the opportunity. A factor in my favor was that I didn’t try to rush things. Also, I was twenty years younger than she was and that had excited her. She needed time for it to develop (her words). I disposed of the evidence, and crawled back in bed with her.

She loved having her nipples played with and sucked, and admitted that oral sex was not an activity that she had participated in. I corrected that omission, giving her a long oral treatment that finally produced a noisy orgasm. She tried reciprocating, but only for a short time. It didn’t matter; I handed her another condom and she enthusiastically put it on. Another missionary romp got both of us to the happy ending, and she left in a good mood.

I stopped at the drug store on the way home next day, since I had only purchased a three pack. This time I splurged and picked up twelve. It was optimism on my part, since we only had three more nights before Alice was due home. Each night she was waiting for me when I got home from work, and we spent most of the evening in bed before she left. We tried a couple of other positions, and she clearly enjoyed them.

Alice called her Saturday morning and gave an ETA of noon. Angela was at my door by ten, and we had what we believed was a final coupling before she had to go back. The plan was for Angela to drive home as soon as Alice arrived, but she called her husband and said she was driving back Sunday. That afternoon, Alice invited me over for breakfast with her and Angela before she went to church Sunday morning, and as soon as she left, Angela changed into her light blue nightie while I went back to the house to get another condom. Our last time was the best. I took her from behind while she was bent over the kitchen table, and we were both pretty noisy. We took a quick shower together, since we didn’t have much time, and she drove away, waving to me, about ten minutes before Alice returned from church.