Alex One: House Sitting for a Friend

So with the basics sorted, she slipped me 200 bucks, which she
refused to take back, kissed me on the cheek and fled like the place was
on fire.


The first day I lounged around, knowing the fun I could have
having the entire place to myself over the next few days, not having to worry
about anybody interrupting me. Since I was working on Tuesday I was in bed
by 8. Her bed, so it was a weird nights sleep.

Tuesday was a horrible day at work, and I finally came home
virtually dead on my feet and sore everywhere. I decided to take a bath in
her large whirlpool tube, and my god it was amazing. That jet pulsed water
against my skin was fantastic. After about 5 minutes most of the knots and
kinks were completely gone, and if I scooted my but at a slight angle
one of the jets puffed against my ass and made my cock hard as a rock.
So needless to say by the time I got out of the tub I was horny as hell.
And I had left my clothes and toys back home.

Almost half of Karen's bedroom was a mirrored wall with panels
that slid back to allow access to clothing racks in recessed closet's, so
there I stood, horny as hell with my cock sticking straight out, getting
a good view of my self in those mirrors. it was not helping. I could loose
some weight. Maybe more than I'd admit, but I guess I wasn't bad to look at.
5'5" or so, dirty blond hair cut short against my skull, blue eyes. I rubbed
around my crotch, around my hard dick, checking for stubble. It had been about
a week or so since I had had been home alone and had a 'fun night' with
myself. No stubble yet. That stuff they advertised on TV seemed to be doing
exactly what it said it did. All smooth everywhere.

In the back of my mind, I'd known at some point that I'd do it.
It was too good an opportunity to turn up. Such things are the fuel of a
thousand fantasies. So I started exploring her bed room.

The closets were well organized. In the back of the
second one I found Karen's lingerie section. All neatly organized on
Hangers and in garment bags with pockets. Stockings and garter-belts,
camisoles, corsets. Everything you'd expect a 30 year old, good looking
sexually active woman with a good income to have. At my fingertips. I swear
my cock sprang another inch as I stood there looking at it.