The House Sitter

Sometimes surreptitious is the very best way to meet a new friend.

Ben had asked me to housesit for the summer and I had eagerly accepted. He lives in Newport, overlooking the ocean, in a house with a pool, a private patio, and a Corvette to drive. Who wouldn't have signed up for that duty? I had the house to myself, a pantry and freezer full of food, and planned to spend as much time as possible in the pool, at the beach, and naked while at the house.

I hadn't been there an hour when the doorbell rang, and I reluctantly put on a robe and peeked out the window next to the door. She was tall, dressed in a dress so short her underwear were visible to God and country, and she was, in fact, sexy as hell. She had a fuck-me-quick look about her and pouty lips that begged to be kissed. I had no idea who she was but I was eager to find out.

I tied the belt on the robe and opened the door. Without preamble she threw herself in my arms and kissed me with the passion of a whore at the port when the fleet is on shore leave. Her kiss was long and hot, with lots of enthusiastic tongue, and I gave back as good as I could. When she finally broke the kiss, she leaned back, gazed at my face, and said, "They weren't wrong. Ben, you kiss like a sex-hungry boy toy. Well, are you going to invite me in, or we going to stand here at the door like nervous prom dates?"

I stepped back, waved her in, but after she untied the belt on my robe. Why should I break her bubble by telling her I wasn't Ben. There was time for that later as I watched her undress and throw her clothes in a pile by the chair. She was nude before I even had a chance to ask her name.

"I am Felicia, by the way, and they said you was good looking, but they forgot to mention well hung," she said opening my robe and smiling at what she saw. "Would you like a place to put that?" I didn't even have a chance to mumble out an answer before she was pulling me to the floor and mounting me like a determined cowgirl with only one thing on her mind.

She was over me, bouncing like a true rodeo rider, and I was sliding up into her like a busy jackhammer before I even had the chance to say, "Hello." We fucked for enough time for me to enjoy her talents and I was trying to hold off an orgasm when she had one that came in gasps and moans and quite loudly.

When we were trying to regain our composure, in a heap on the floor like laundry tossed beside the dirty clothes hamper, she said, breathlessly, "Oh, my, you do know how to say hello."

"Hi, Felicia, I am... "

"I know, Ben, right?"

"Right," I said, my breath finally coming back.

"You have anything to eat? I am starving," she said standing up and looking for the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator once in the kitchen and found eggs and sausage and cheese, and then I fixed an omelet that she downed like a longshoreman after a long shift.

"You have wine to go with this?" she asked looking around. I glanced around the kitchen and found wine I quickly opened and poured. She drank it all in one gulp and reached out with her glass for a refill. After her second glass she stood and said, "I always like a swim after breakfast and a good fuck, so where is the pool.

She was already dressed for swimming nude, so I led her to the pool, which I figured was toward the back of the house. I was right and she dived in and swam a lap while I watched. "You going to just stand there like a spectator at the Olympics, or you coming in? I dived in and swam to her. She wrapped her arms around me and continued the kiss that started at the front door.

We swam, kissed, fondled, and dried one another with towels we found folded on the chaise lounge by the pool. "You show me around Newport?" she said as she stretched out in the sun, then asked me to cover her with sunscreen, a job I undertook with the glee of a boy scout asked to massage a naked cheerleader. She turned over for me so I could attend to the most delicious backside in the house, or any house, for that matter.

After she sunned and exhibited herself to me for an hour, I backed the Corvette out of the garage and we drove to the jetty, where we watched surfers defy the odds at the Wedge, then we drove to Balboa Island, crossed on the ferry and went to the Fun Zone, had a frozen banana, and then went to Corona Del Mar and had to wear suits to surf at Big Corona Beach.

We did a little making out in the surf, as she rubbed her body against me standing in the waves in about waist deep water. On our towels we did a little sunning, some more kissing, and renewed the rubbing on of sunscreen on one another.

We made it back just in time to fuck again, recover, and enjoy a meal of lobster and steak. After watching a little news, a movie, and listening to some music, we crawled into bed, fucked like minks, then slept very soundly until nine.

"How do you usually spend your day?" she asked as we lounged naked at the pool.

"I usually do as little as possible," I said. "The pool, the beach, a movie."

"Well, you can do me as much as possible," she said. "How does that sound?" she said.

"Sounds like terrible work, but somebody has to do it," I said.

"Well, we can find three other people to take your place," she said sarcastically.

"No need," I said. "I am at your service. I'll do my job," I said.

"I like a man who knows his place," she said. "Do you like fine dining?" she asked. "Like pussy on the half shell?"

"I am a connoisseur," I said. "Oral is my specialty. I have practiced for years, just getting ready for your delicacies." Not having any clothes on, she was ready in a flash and stretched out and opened her long, lovely legs. "Come to mama," she said. "Dinner is served."

I scooted up until my chin was at her mound, then I opened her soft petals with two fingers and swiped my tongue the length of her very wet and very pink pussy. She put two hands on top of my head and held me tight against her puffy slit. "Eat up," she said.

I kissed her softness and held her petals between my lips for nearly a minute, then I sucked them into my mouth and could feel her hard pebble of a clit between my lips. I sucked it firmly and held it tight in my mouth, then swabbed it with my tongue. I began to move my head quickly from side to side and she sighed as I did. I concentrated on her clitoris for as long as I could.

I could taste her lemony flavor as I held her in my mouth and lapped my tongue across her nub and quickened the speed of my movements focussing the pressure of my lips against her sensitive button, lovingly holding it in my mouth, tightening my oral grip and listening to her low and contented moaning.

I moved down her perineum to her anus, then I pushed my tongue passed her sphincter and deep into her backdoor. She squealed and her body tightened and her hands clenched into fists. As I tongued her tiny fissure I reached into her pussy and wiped some vaginal foam from her vulva and lifted my fingers to her mouth.

She sucked her own nectar from my fingers like a hungry cat and I smiled as she ate it off my hand. She took me by the wrist and held my fingers in her mouth, sucking her lather from my digits and moaning softly, eating her own lather from my hand.

As I ate her I reached up and took hold of each breast, massaging it dutifully, using my thumb to rub over her nipples, feeling and savoring their hardness, heating them with the friction of the movement of my thumbs across their tips. Her pussy tasted like a lemon tart and I relish the taste of her sex, swallowing her juice like sauce.

Her labia filled my mouth and expanded in its grip, engorging and swelling and feeling the firmness of my lips. She tossed her head back and forth with rapture. Her hands reached into my hair, pulling it tight in her fingers, wrapping my hair in her fists. She pulled my hair and cried out as her orgasm began to build.

Our time together had been mostly spent in bed, the pool, or in the car. As I drove, my hand cupped under her love patch and a finger curled up into her soppy pussy. Her hand held my stiff rod that stood up out of my shorts. As I ate her I thought back to our car rides and the orgasms that went on all the way across Orange County.

When she ultimately came at my mouth her pussy gushed and flowed with sauce that I drank like lemonade, gulping and swallowing and enjoying. When she recovered she moved around until my cock was at her lips, which she put over the tip and began sucking the end of my penis like a popsicle, holding it there, running her tongue around the end slowly, tasting, pleasuring, and delighting in my ecstasy.

She bobbed her head up and down my shaft going slowly, picking up the speed, tending faithfully to my sexual desires, tightening her grip on my cock and looking up at me with desire in her eyes.

"You do that so well," I said.

"Practice," she said lifting her lips from my cock. "I suck a cock a week, just to stay in training for you." She put her lips back over the end of my dick and once again began moving her head up and down, her lips sliding over the wet skin of my erection, increasing the firmness of her mouth's grip on my stiff member, increasing the speed of her movements until she was moving so fast I could barely see her face.

I put my finger under her lip and let it feel her tongue wagging against my cock in her mouth. Her tongue moved to my finger and brushed a few times over the end of my finger, acknowledging something new was in her mouth. I loved feeling her tongue sweep over my finger. She was a consummate cocksucker, and I relished the feeling of my cock in her mouth.

I didn't care how many dicks had been there before me, since I wasn't even the person she thought I was. I did not want to come. I did not want the sucking to stop. I just wanted my dick to stay in her lovely mouth for as long as possible, no matter who she thought I was, it didn't matter. I wondered what she would say when she found out I was not Ben.

I watched her, relishing the sight of my cock being held between her lips, her cheeks hollowing from sucking with my penis in her mouth, her eyes closed in concentration, her fingers closed around the lower part of my staff, holding me up as she worked on my erect organ.

When I knew I was about to come I held my breath and reveled in the climax that built in me. My cock twitched, I tightened my gut, and waited for the eruption to arrive. Dizziness lightened my head, my eyes rolled, and my fists tightened into fists.

She smiled at the fact I was about to come and doubled her efforts, loving the business of cock sucking, delighting in the fact she was able to make a man discharge a load of semen and was there to swallow it down her lovely throat. She held my cock in her mouth as she pumped my shaft and sucked at the same time.

When I began to ejaculate she held me in place, keeping my cock in her mouth as I came, letting me spurt over her tongue and down her throat. After about a half a minute, holding my spent, sticky cock in her mouth, she began licking the gooey cum from my shriveling penis and smiling at me as if she had just accomplished a grand feat. She swiped her tongue the length of my dick and looked up at me and winked. The blowjob had to rank with the best in my life, and I let her scoot up until we were side by side. I put my arm around her and kissed the side of her head. She smiled at me.

"By the way, Felicia, I am not Ben," I said.

"I know," she said. "Ben has a tattoo on his stomach. I don't care." She kissed me. "What is your name, anyway?"