The Housesitter
written by:
Sarahxx

My friend Trisha had asked me to housesit for her and her husband while they were on vacation for a week. Well, I say housesit, but really it was dogsitting because her house would be fine, but her moderately psychotic dog could barely stand to be alone for ten minutes, much less a week. Knowing how expensive kennels are, I agreed to do so for her. Besides, it was the height of summer, and Trisha has a glorious patio on the back of her house that you would think was custom made for tanning! I packed a couple of bags of clothes, kissed my husband goodbye, and headed over to her place for a week of reading, sunning, and generally relaxing.

Sure enough, her dog was his usual nutty self. I let him run in the yard most of the day, and he seemed plenty happy with that. Trisha's yard had privacy fences on the sides, but her husband had not gotten around to privacy fencing the back part that shared a yard with the house behind her's. Instead, there was only a chain link fence. Trisha had already told me that a couple and their 18 year-old son lived in that house, and that her dog, for the most part, had stopped exploding into barking fits every time one of them came out.

Unfortunately, my first two days out there were overcast, and I spent most of my time walking the dog around the neighborhood or reading books. Luckily, in the middle of the week, the sun finally decided to come out in full force. I threw on my bathing suit, grabbed a book and a glass of ice tea, and soaked up the rays. The following few days were the same, although on the fourth day of sun, around one o'clock, I noticed that Trisha's dog was in quite a mood. He would trot back to the fence, come back, pace, emit a low growl, and then repeat. I didn't pay him much mind at first, but then it started to get really annoying. Finally, I looked across the yard, and saw that there was someone sitting on the deck on the house behind me.

Or rather, I should say there was someone that appeared to be hiding. As I scanned across the deck, I noticed a young man was sitting where I could just barely see his face behind a grill. I immediately understood what was going on, the young man had been out there watching me suntan. If I hadn't been wearing dark sunglasses, it would have been a very embarrassing moment, but not wanting to make a big deal about it, I simply continued to scan as though I hadn't seen him, and finally said, rather loudly, "Oh shut up you stupid mongrel, there's nothing out there."

I went back to my lounge chair, and made a show of looking at up the sun to check the angle of the light. I adjust the chair slightly, laid back down, and picked my book up. But this time, instead of looking at the pages in the book, I looked back at the porch, my eyes obscured by my sunglasses, and caught the young man again. He had moved slightly for a better view, and was clearly looking at me. I almost laughed at the situation, and then suddenly froze up. I remembered that the day before I had taken my top off to erase the tan lines off my back. I suddenly wondered if I might have had an audience that day and if he might have seen anything. I though furiously for a few moments, and then remembered that even if I had, we wouldn't have seen much of anything since I had rolled over before having undone my top. A bare back, even to a horny teenage, wouldn't be much. Satisfied that I'd done nothing horrible, I went back to reading until it was time to go in.

That night, I couldn't help but think about the situation and how funny it had been. I had a couple of glasses of wine with my dinner, and started to think about it even more. By the time I got into bed, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept thinking about the fixated look on the young man's face. It was flattering, to be sure, but it was more than that. I found the feeling of being watched enticing and provocative. Combined with the fact that I knew I was being watched, but he didn't know that I knew he was watching me, I felt even more intoxicated than the two glasses of wine would have accounted for. I admit that I had some done some of your more basic "exhibitionist" stuff before I had gotten married. I mean, of course, I had given the obligatory road head on the freeway or the blowjob in the movie theater, but what girl hasn't at some point? I hardly considered myself an exhibitionist, although I've always loved being the center of attention. But I don't consider those two things the same. Keeping in shape and dressing nicely can make you the center of attention, but to me, exhibitionism is getting nude or having sex in public. Still, I found the idea of being watched out there, in the semi-private confines of the enclosed yards, to be very sensual. When I finally calmed down enough to go to sleep, my dreams were of a decidedly blue nature.

So, not surprisingly, I woke up in a quite a mood the next morning. It was that mood, I think, that gave me the resolve to try something a little different. I took the dog for an extra long walked, tired him out, and then locked the nutty bastard in the basement. I changed into my almost non-existent white bikini, I carefully tied the over-the-hip straps so the extra length hung down over my legs like a set of tassels, and I was equally careful with the shoulder ties. Then, but I went through Trisha's closet to find a pair of strappy white stiletto sandals for extra effect. I rummaged through her makeup until I found light pink lipstick and a wet gloss. Then I liberally applied some gleaming suntan lotion all over my body.

Grabbing my book and a glass of ice tea, I made my way out to the lounge chair. I was a little disappointed that the deck across the yard was empty, so I laid down, opened my book and started reading.

Less than ten minutes later, I heard the door across the yard open slowly and quietly. After a few seconds, I took a sidelong look over, and sure enough, he was back. He had snuck back to his spot behind the grill.

Looking back at my book, I propped one leg up, the stiletto heel biting into the lounge chair. I began to idly run my fingertips over my leg. Casually, and slowly, I dipped it along my inner thigh. I knew, from his vantage point, he would lose track of exactly where my hand was as my leg blocked his view, but he'd have a pretty good idea of its proximity. I retreated my hand up my belly for a moment, resting it just below my right breast, and then slid it seductively back down. I heard a faint rustling, and realize he must have been moving the chair he was sitting on for a better view.

Keeping my head forward, and using my sunglasses as cover, I took a quick peek and saw that I could see more of him now. He had flushed from his hiding place at the hope of seeing something that was probably a daily fantasy for him. I could his well-muscled lean young chest, and I was a little surprised to see that his hand was already between his legs, resting along his inner thigh. I imagined that this hand was resting along his cock, and that perhaps it was already hard just from seeing me. I found the idea extremely stimulating.

I dipped my hand between my legs and under the silky cloth of my bathing suit. I still knew he couldn't see precisely what I was doing, but it wouldn't take much imagination for him to figure it out. I dropped the book from my left hand, letting it fall to the patio, and then leaned my head back on the lounger. I slid my left hand up to my breasts as I began to slowly massage my clit with my right. I was surprised at how wet I was, and my whole body began to tingle from even the slightest contact with my clit. I arched my back slightly, luxuriating in the warmth of the sun and the excitement coursing through my veins. I felt completely lost in the moment.

Rustle, rustle went the chair on the deck opposite me, and this time when I glanced over, still keeping my head forward, I saw that he had moved completely out in the open, giving up any pretence of hiding in exchange for a better view of what I was doing. His hand was still between his legs, but this time I could see that his thumb was sliding back and forth along his shorts. I rewarded his boldness by parting my glossy wet lips and letting a low moan escape.

I leaned my head to the side, facing him, and for a moment he froze. But then, when he realized that I had no intention of stopping, I saw his hand began to move again, only faster.

I straightened my legs slightly, giving him a better view of my right hand moving back and forth between my legs, but still not a full view. As I did, I reached up with my left hand and undid the knot on the strap over my right shoulder. As I watched, my admirer moved his deck chair even farther forward on the deck, his right hand never leaving his crotch, and I saw him crane his neck forward as though he could magically reduce the distance between us. I leaned my head to the side, facing him, my eyes catching his over the rims of my sunglasses and for a moment he froze. I could see a look of panic cross his face. Caught! There he was, hand in his crotch, spying on someone he didn't know in the most private of moments. Before he could do anything, I simply smiled at him. He sat there for a moment long, stunned, not knowing what to do, before he realized that I had no intention of stopping, that I wasn't going to start screaming. Almost sheepishly, I saw him smile back.

My left hand tugged gently on the strap over my left shoulder, and it too came undone. I pressed my arm against the fabric of the top, my shoulder laid bare but my breasts still hidden from view. I lowered my right leg off the lounge chair, my heeled foot resting on the patio, and gave him an unobstructed view of where my right hand was sliding under the bikini bottoms. I heard something like a grunt or a heavy sigh, and saw that he was no longer just using his thumb, but was now rubbing himself with his whole hand. I responded by dipping my hand lower, moving from merely rubbing my clit to sliding a finger inside me. When I looked at him, his eyes were no longer on mine, they were fixed on the sight of my hand sliding under the white fabric of my bikini bottoms. Somehow, in a way, this almost annoyed me, so I decided to get his attention back.

I slid my out from under the fabric and slowly trailed it up my body, past my arm still holding the tops to my breasts, and up over my chin. I wrapped my glossy pink lips around the finger, and sucked it gently into my mouth. Now his eyes were definitely back on my face. He watched intently as I slid my finger in and out between my pouty lips. I parted my lips and ran my tongue along my finger, tasting the last of my juices on it. I saw an almost pained look of expression on his face, as though he couldn't decide if this was the single greatest thing he had ever seen or the most tormenting tease he had ever been through.

So, I decided right then and there to settle his internal dispute.

I turned away from him, putting both heels on the patio and stood up, still holding my top up with my arm. I walked slowly to the backdoor of the house, sauntering my hips as I did. When I got to the door, I reached out with my left hand, letting my top drop to the ground, but with my back still towards the back yard. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that my admirer had stood up from his chair and was watching my every step. I smiled once again at him, and gave him a "C'mon over" nod, and then stepped into the house.

As soon as I closed the door, I peer through the blinds, knowing that I could see out but that he couldn't see in. He stood there for a moment, a dumbfounded look on his face, and then he looked around at the houses that adjoined Trisha's. For a second, I thought he would just stand there forever. But then he hopped over the deck railing, bounded over the chain length fence that separated the yards, and stepped cautiously onto the patio as though it marked some sort of danger zone. He paused, and looked around again, unsure of himself.

I cracked the door slightly, and he immediately caught the movement. I walked towards it and I opened it. I leaned against the doorframe, with one hand high on the frame and other cocked on my hip, but it was clear that the only thing his eyes were looking at were my naked breasts.

"Uh," he said, but I shook my head and held a single finger up to my wet lips. I motioned him forward and he obediently came. As soon as he was close enough, I slid down to my knees, and pulled his shorts down enough to wrap my hands around his cock. The panicked look returned to his face, and he looked around wildly. It was not lost on me that he was still on the patio as I blocked the threshold of the house, I could see for a moment that he wanted me to stop. But I flashed him a wicked grin, narrowing my eyes sternly as I quickly ran my tongue against his shaft. Whatever resistance had been in him melted away.

While I love giving blowjobs, I could tell from the prodigious amount of precum on his head and the pulsating feel of his cock, that he was already nearing the verge of an orgasm. I decided to do away with pretenses, and immediately took him deep into my mouth. I slid my lips down his shaft as my body moved back and forth with the motion of my head, and then once he was sufficiently lubricated I took him down into my throat. He moaned loudly and involuntarily, and when I looked up at him—my lips around his base, his pubic hairs tickling my nose, his cock in my throat—I could tell from his wide eyed look that he'd never been really deepthroated before.

I moved from a kneel to a squat, balancing on my white heels, and lifted my body enough that I could slide his slick glistening cock between my breasts. I rubbed his balls for a moment, and the pressed my breasts together around him and slid my body up and down his. He moved his hips against the motion of my body, giving me a slow gentle titty-fuck. I could see from his breathing that he was getting closer and closer to that point of no return.

Not wanting him to cum just yet, I lowered my head and lapped gently at his balls. He let out a long low sigh, and tried to push my back. I could tell he was suddenly again uncomfortable with being so exposed. But instead of letting him push me back, I pushed him back three steps. He looked down at him, clearly concerned he had offended me with his push and that this dream was over for him. But I placated him with a smile as I stood up, took two steps towards him, and then turned around, bent over at the waist, and put my hands on the door frame.

I'm not sure whether he didn't understand what I wanted or whether he was terrified that we were being watched. I was beyond caring about being watched. In fact, I hoped that someone was watching. I loved the idea of how erotic this scene would be for someone else in one of the other houses.

Whatever compunction he had, he got over and I felt his thumbs hook through my bikini bottoms and pull them down. I let them slide down to the ground and then stepped out of them, spreading my heels feet wide. Then I felt his hands on my waist as he stepped up to me. I lowered my head and closed my eyes.

For a brief second, he was gentle. He rubbed his cock along my slit until he found my wet pussy, and then he slid it slowly inside. Then he immediately began to pound his cock into me, his strong hands digging into my soft flesh. I gripped the doorframe with white-knuckle strength, and bit down on my lower lip. I began to moan, and found myself muttering, "Oh God, oh fuck me, yessss . . ." over and over again. His cock felt huge inside me, and I had worked myself up so much that I felt myself cumming almost immediately.

He continued to hammer away at me for what felt like an eternity, especially considering how sure I was that he would cum in a matter of seconds. But then I felt his fingers tighten even more, and he grunted, "I'm gonna cum."

I immediately pulled myself from him and dropped to my knees again. I had intended to take him in my mouth, but as I moved towards him he let loose with a huge shot of sticky hot cum that hit my face. I reached up and stroked his cock quickly, pumping more cum from him and letting him shoot gob after gob of it on my face. It seemed like it would never stop, and I was amazed with the force he was shooting it. Before the last blast came, I could already feel some of it dripping down to my tits. As I felt his cock finally stop shooting, I leaned forward and again wrapped my lips around him. I sucked and licked him, tasting his salty seed on my tongue before swallowing it down.

Finally, with one exhausted sigh, he looked down at me and said, "Oh God."

I smiled and stood up, my face still covered in his cum. I licked my lips clean, and then said simply, "Thank you," and closed the door.

I don't know if or how long he stood there.