The Housesitter Ch. 01

His work-roughened hands gently molded her ample breasts, rolling the swollen nipples between his fingers as his tongue trailed down her torso. His brown eyes locked with hers as he found the juncture between her thighs and his mouth finally sought out her aching core. Gina knew it wouldn't take long for him to bring her over the edge to an earthshaking...

BANG!!

Gina sat bolt upright in her bed.'What the hell was that?' she wondered, flicking on the bedside table light and checking the windows for gunshot debris or God only knows what else.'Must have just been a passing car backfiring,' Gina decided irately as she glanced at her bedside clock. Although, in her personal opinion there should be a law against people with noisy cars driving around after midnight. Especially when she had an important presentation at work the next morning.

She reached out to shut off the lamp when it happened again, sending her lamp crashing off the nightstand. "Shit." Gina cursed angrily, retrieving the now useless light before stomping out of the bedroom.

She grabbed her keys off the hook by the backdoor and slammed out of the house, intent on finding the guilty party and stringing him up by his genitalia. It had to be a man. No woman would be so rude. Women understood that night was for sleeping.

Gina looked around for the source of the commotion when a horn blared from the garage next store, followed by a string of profanity. By the time she got to the garage, Pete, who was house sitting for her normally quieter neighbors, was searching frantically under the hood for the horn wire to the old Desoto he was apparently trying to resurrect.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" he muttered, pulling out a hand full of wires and mercifully killing the horn, hopefully forever.

"You do realize that people around here generally sleep at this time of the night, don't you?" Gina asked crossly as soon as there was silence again.

The sound of her voice startled Pete and he jumped, hitting his head on the hood and sending a bunch of tools and parts clattering noisily to the floor. "What?" He reached for a nearby rag to wipe his hands before rubbing the back of his head. "Owwww."

"Sleep." Gina repeated succinctly. "People are trying to sleep."

He shook his head at the mess on the floor and sighed. "I'm really sorry. I just thought I'd tinker for—" Pete looked up at her apologetically, but his voice trailed off uncertainly. "But I didn't—" He sputtered haltingly as he stood gaping at her.

Gina wondered if maybe he was mentally challenged or something. She glanced down to find out what he was staring at when she realized that the garage light behind her made her short nightie positively transparent. She crossed her arms in front of her, trying to cover herself somewhat and only managing to make the situation worse judging by his strangled moan.Atta girl, Gina. That's one way to get your point across."So, uhm, anyway...do you think maybe you could work on this at a more civilized time?"

Pete swallowed hard and forced his big brown eyes to meet hers. "Yes ma'am."

"Well, alrighty then," Gina started backing toward the door, realizing with a start that the lover in her dream was the sexy young man in front of her. "Now that we have that worked out I'm going to go home and try to get back to sleep." As if she could sleep now anyway.

"Good night." He said softly, moving after her almost as if in a trance.

The keys in her right hand caught on the garage door track, pulling her arm away and giving him one last accidental glimpse of her breasts. "Uhm...yeah....good night." She mumbled, all but sprinting away once she was outside again.

'He's the neighbors' twenty-two year old grandson, for chrissakes,' Gina thought to herself as she quickly retraced the path to her back door. Okay, so yes, maybe she had noticed how gorgeous he was when he was out mowing the lawn...with his shirt off, his glistening muscles rippling in the sunlight...but she had no right to be having saucy dreams about him. And she definitely shouldn't have been standing there wondering if he was as turned on by the entire incident as she was. The whole thing was positively indecent.

She didn't stop berating herself about her lustful fantasies until she had returned to the relative safety of her own back yard. Gina went to put the key in the door lock but was alarmed to discover that the clasp to her key ring was open and the key was missing. "Oh this isn't good."

Searching for her missing key might be like a finding the proverbial needle in the haystack, but she would crawl around here half the night looking for it if she had to. She just hoped like hell the key hadn't fallen off before she left the house. There was always a spare key at her neighbors' house, but after that debacle Gina wasn't anxious to go back over and face Pete again. At least not until both daylight and sanity reigned again, not to mention her being dressed in something as un-see thru-able as possible.

She was bent over searching through her petunias when she heard the unmistakable clearing of a man's throat behind her. "Uhm, Gina..." Looking over her shoulder she found Pete standing there, key in hand and a smile quirking at the corners of his mouth. "Were you looking for this?"

"No. I always weed my plants this time of night." She replied waspishly, getting up and dusting off her hands. "The dirt is much easier to work with at 2AM."

"I found it on the garage floor." Pete explained as he stepped closer, his eyes wandering leisurely over her nightie again. "It must've fallen when you bumped your hand."

She took the proffered key, allowing herself the brief pleasure of brushing her fingers over his warm, calloused hand. "I don't suppose you found my dignity lying there next to it." Gina asked dryly.

Pete chuckled, easing the tension between the two of them. "I really am sorry that I woke you." He said contritely. "But I'm so glad it was you that came over dressed like that to yell at me instead of Mrs. Kapinsky."

Pete's allusion to the geriatric Jabba the Hutt living on the other side of his grandparents made her laugh outright. Oh he was far too adorable to stay angry at for very long. "Well since we're both awake anyway, how would you like to come on in for a drink?" He looked somewhat surprised by her offer. "I'll even put a robe on." Gina promised as she turned to unlock the door.

"Oh darn." He said with a dramatic sigh, willingly following her into her sunroom.

She was playing with fire and she knew it. But surely it couldn't hurt anything if she just sat here and appreciated his fine body for a while. "Rum and Coke alright with you?" Gina asked, heading toward the kitchen.

"It's got booze in it, right?" Pete answered laughingly as he settled himself onto the couch.

Once out of sight Gina raced down the hallway and grabbed a robe out of her bedroom. Granted the short silk kimono didn't cover up much, but at least it wasn't transparent. Back in the kitchen she quickly prepared a couple of stiff drinks before rejoining Pete in the sunroom. "Of course if you tell your grandparents I liquored you up while you were here I will categorically deny it." She informed him playfully as she handed him his glass.

"Cookies and milk all the way." Pete promised, crossing his heart before taking a sip from the glass in his hand. "And after getting a glimpse of your cookies I really need this glass of milk."

Gina seated herself across from him and drank deeply from her own glass to calm her nerves. "Why don't I wake you out of a deep sleep with a blaring horn in the middle of the night sometime and we'll see how coherent you are."

"Now that I know what you sleep in I might just make a habit of it." He winked, holding his glass up to her in a silent toast.

She took another fortifying sip, feeling the shot of liquid courage surge through her veins. "If all you wanted was a peep show you should've just said so." Gina leaned forward, her elbows resting on her thighs, her tits all but spilling out for his scrutiny. Oh well, subtlety was lost on the young anyway.

"The peep show is already what keeps me up at night." Pete admitted, killing off half of his drink. "You're out there gardening in a halter and short shorts, sunbathing in that bikini...damn...it's no wonder gramps keeps binoculars by the kitchen window." He gazed dreamily at the expanse of white flesh exposed between the red lapels of her robe.

"You've been watching me?" Gina asked in surprise, taking another big swallow of her own drink.

Pete looked at her in amazement. "What's not to watch?" Pete leaned forward as well, whether to look her in the eye or for a better view down her robe she couldn't be sure. "You are damned hot."

'Damned hot.' Gina grinned despite herself. Here she was forty-five, divorced and feeling sorry for herself but this young stud thought she was hot. Oh yeah, life was good. "For an older woman, at any rate." She amended, raising her glass to her mouth for another drink and watching him covertly over the rim.

Pete shook his head and leaned in closer. "All of those flat-chested, anorexic, mall crawl girls are a total turn-off for me." Another sip. "Older women, on the other hand, have all these excellent curves and they know what they want sexually." He winked boldly. "Or at least so I'm told."

"Honey, at my age women just want staying power." Gina assured him drolly.

"Then might I suggest a younger man in his sexual prime?" Pete finished off his drink and set it on the side table. "You get not only staying power, but amazing rejuvenative abilities." He stared into her cleavage again.

Nonplussed she quickly downed the last of her Rum and Coke and reached for his glass. "How about another drink?" Gina tottered uncertainly to her feet. "Can't fly on one wing."

Pete stood up and took the glasses from her. "Here. Why don't I get them?" He offered, easing the glasses out of her hands. "And are you sure you don't want to take off that robe? You're looking a little flushed."

Gina tugged at the strap around her waist. "It has gotten rather warm in here, hasn't it?" She meant to play the seductress and just show him a little bit, but the fabric slid off her shoulders before she could stop it.

"I know I'm certainly sweating bullets." He mumbled inanely as the robe fell onto the chair behind her.

"Maybe I'm not the only one with too many clothes on." She dropped back into her seat, her breasts bouncing invitingly.

Pete swallowed hard. "I'm starting to think you're right." He turned and headed for the kitchen before he changed his mind and stripped off everything here in front of her.

'Sweet Jesus that woman is HOT!' Pete thought, putting the glasses on the counter and taking a few deep, calming breathes.

Okay, yes, so he had been lusting after her ever since he had moved in next door and seen her washing her car in a too-tight t-shirt. But never in his wildest dreams did she show up all but naked beneath some see-thru nightie with a body that just begged to be fucked, especially if the state of her puckered nipples were any indication. Closing his eyes, Pete imagined flicking his tongue over the stiff little nubs and then just sucking his fill of each perfect globe.

And if the tits weren't enough, the glimpse of her perfectly shaved pussy illuminated by the moonlight was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. From the front there had been an uncertain shadow, but when she was bent over searching for her key he had had an unobstructed view of her glistening pink lips. It would've been so easy to just wrap his fingers around her hips and sink his meat deep into her. He could almost feel her hot, wet sheath tightening around him as he thrust into her repeatedly.

With a start Pete realized that he was standing in Gina's kitchen fantasizing about her instead of making more drinks.Was he out of his mind? She was sitting in the other room, mostly naked and coming on to him like crazy, and he was in here just thinking about it. And the almost painful straining in the front of his running shorts insured that he wouldn't be the only one who could tell what he had on his mind.

Well, there was no hiding his hard-on now. If she chose to she could always ignore it, or call him a pervert and send him home. But if things played out in the direction they seemed to be moving...lets just say this could end up a very good evening for the both of them. He dumped a generous amount of rum into each of the glasses, tossed in a couple of cubes and splashed some Coke on top for color before heading back into the sunroom.

"I was starting to think I would have to send in a—" Whatever Gina had been about to say faded away as she stared eye-level at his shorts in front of her and the straining cock all but jumping out of them to say hello. "Oh my." Her hand reached out and caressed his stiff length under the confining fabric. "Is this all for me?" She asked as her hands slid around the elastic waist of his shorts.

Mesmerized, all he could do was nod. "If this is half as big as it looks..." She trailed off as her thumbs hitched around the waistband and slowly pulled the shorts down, releasing Pete's Peter. "And you're shaved, too. I like that." Her fingers wrapped around the base and slid up and down his length. One thumb caressed the head of his cock while the other gently cupped the twins. "Oh yeah, I have got to have a taste of that."

Pete didn't know exactly what to expect, but her bypassing his staff to suck his balls blew him away. She lapped at one tentatively before sucking it into her mouth and working it gently with a combination of suction and her very capable tongue. She gave the other testicle equal treatment before sucking them both in and humming gently against them.

"Oh fuck." Pete moaned, trying desperately not to upright the drinks in his hands.

Gina looked up at him and smiled, slowly sliding her tongue along the underside of his cock until she reached the top. Once there she sucked the head into her mouth, her tongue delving briefly into the tip before slowly sliding down his hard shaft, taking him deeper than any other girl had before. He stood there, drinks in both hands and eyes rolled into the back of his head as she slowly went to work on his cock.Holy fuck. Everything they said about older women was completely true. Not only did she know what she wanted, but she totally knew how to do it, too.

Ice rattled against the side of the glasses as Pete fought for control. "Uhm, oh god Gina that feels great and all, but if I don't put these glasses down soon..." She slowed her bobbing head and gave him a sexy 'I've-got-your-cock-in-my-mouth-what-the-fuck-are-you-complaining-about' look. Hell, what was he complaining about? "It's just that these are gonna spill and I want to touch you and—"

Never releasing his rod, Gina slid one hand up his torso and followed his arm out to her glass. Taking the drink in her hand she managed to set it on the table next to her, only splashing a little out. Pete took a large drink from the glass still in his hand before surrendering that one as well. He was going to need every ounce of support he could muster against her onslaught.

Pete's hand curved into her hair as soon as she went back to work and he was now free to thrust up into each downward sweep, going even deeper. With more than six inches of his manhood being sucked in by this Human Hoover, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "I'm going to cum." Pete moaned, his balls contracting and ready to unload. Gina went for broke at this pronouncement and sucked in nearly another inch, stroking with her hand whatever she couldn't get down her throat. That was all the encouragement he needed as he started pumping stream after stream of his hot, gooey cum deep into her throat. She finished him off with long, tender strokes, greedily sucking down every single drop of his seed.

Grinning, Gina stood up reached for him, pulling his mouth to hers for a cum-filled kiss. Oh man he would've never thought getting a mouth full of his own jizz could be this hot. Her hand sought out his still semi-hard shaft. "Mmmmm...that's nice."

Pete wanted to agree that her hand did indeed feel very nice but his jello-like legs picked that moment to wobble. "Oh, poor dear. I think maybe you need to lie down." He was all set to fall back onto the couch when Gina tugged him by the cock toward the hallway. "And I have just the place for you."

The night just kept getting better and better. "Now that's right neighborly of you." He murmured as she led him into her darkened bedroom.

She pushed him back onto the bed, crawling across his prone body and nestling his rod against her hot, wet box. "You know how it goes...I scratch your back and—"

"I scratch yours." Pete finished for her, his hands sliding up under the nightie and finallyfinally cupping her luscious mounds. "Or fondle." He rolled the nipples between his fingers and she made a mewing sound at the back of her throat. "Or suck." Pete pulled her down and sucked her tit into his mouth, nightie and all. The sheer fabric created an unexpected type of friction as he worked her imprisoned nipple with his teeth. He felt her pussy lips clamp down and a rush of moisture from above him. Damn, she was cumming and he wasn't even trying. Yet.

"Oh that was good." Gina panted, grinding against his ever resurgent member.

"We've barely scratched the surface." Pete assured her. "Now, let's take this damned thing off and try the other nipple without obstructions." He urged, pushing at the night gown. "This perfect set of tits needs to be worshiped properly."

Gina sat up straight and slowly peeled the nightie over her head, completely baring her tits to him for the first time. And they were certainly and most magnificently worth the wait. Pete half sat/half pulled her back down to him and eagerly sucked her other nipple into his mouth. He could die a happy man now because her breasts felt so incredible pressed against him.

"Lights." She mumbled, straining to reach the bedside lamp. "I want to see you—" The switch clicked but nothing happened. "Shit. I forgot. I knocked it off the table earlier." Before he knew it Gina had slid up over him to reach for a lamp on the far side of the bed. When it did click on Pete found himself looking up at her wet, pink snatch poised mere inches from his tongue. His hands wrapped around her hips and he pulled her into place over his mouth before lapping hungrily at her swollen lips.

"Ohmigod!" She gasped. "I wasn't...uhm..." Gina paused as his tongue caressed her clit, whimpering softly. "I...uhm...uh....I could turn around and do you too."

Pete shook his head and held her tightly in place. "No. It's your turn now." He wanted to give her the same selfless oral pleasure she had bestowed on him earlier. Of course, as he sucked on her inner lips and was rewarded with a rush of her sweet juices he had to admit to the purely selfish reason that she just tasted too good to rush through. Gina was a meal to be savored.

"Oh god fucking damnit." She hissed, grinding into his face as he tongue-fucked her.

"Tsk-tsk-tsk." Pete scolded laughingly. "Such language. What would my grandparents say?"

"They would tell you to stop teasing me and fuck me with that massive cock of yours already." She shot back.

Pete felt his cock straining in silent consent. "Do you want me to fuck you Gina?" He asked, pulling out from beneath her. "Is that what you want?"

Her hands were still in a death grip on the brass headboard. "Well I sure as hell don't want you to fix my car right now."

He got on his knees behind her and grabbed her hips. "How do you want it?" Pete rubbed his cock against her slippery twat. "Do you want it nice and soft?" He slowly eased into her. "Or do you want it hard and fast?" He offered alternately, thrusting fiercely into her tight little pocket.