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It was the summer of 2012. I just finished the last semester of my junior year at Miami Dade, and I was searching for a summer job when I came across a house-sitting ad. I got in touch with the couple who ran the ad. It turned out that they were a wealthy retired couple planning on spending their summer in Europe. They were looking for someone trustworthy and dependable to live in and care for their beach house located in the Florida Keys.
I talked it over with my boyfriend, asking him to come there with me, but he couldn’t leave his job in Miami. It was a four-hour drive from Miami to the Keys when the traffic was moving, too long of a commute five days a week. But Jack promised to spend every weekend with me if I decided to take the job.
I made an appointment to meet with the owners at the property. The woman was a nice lady. She reminded me of my aunt, who was always supportive of me. Her husband was much older and ailing. They wanted to spend as much time vacationing as they could since his life was running short.
The house was a comfortable four-bedroom, furnished, and decorated with elegant taste. The front of the house faced the shore road, and the back faced the ocean. The first floor had a massive living room, dining room, kitchen, pantry, laundry room, and study. A two-car garage connected through the laundry room that led into the kitchen. An L-shaped hallway led to three bedrooms and baths. The last bedroom had a large window facing a beautiful garden.
The upstairs was a loft that contained the master bedroom and bath and an office.
The owner told me that she was planning on painting the spare bedrooms when she got back. I told her that I could do that for her if she didn’t mind. Along with the thousand dollars a month for watching her place, she offered me five hundred extra if I did a good job painting the rooms.
Week One
The second week of June, I moved in. I had the keys and instructions on the security system, the schedule of the lawn crew, and other things I needed to manage. Jack and I drove there on a Saturday. I had packed most everything I needed, which was mostly clothes and cosmetics. We walked in and I showed Jack around the house. He liked it and said he was jealous that he couldn’t stay the summer there with me. I told him we’d make up for it when he came on the weekends.
We went out for dinner that first night. Then we went back to the house and made love. We woke up late the following morning. I made breakfast, then we took the crooked path behind the house that led to the soft sand and sea. The beach was spotted with people here and there. There was a slight breeze coming off the ocean to ease the heat of the day. We walked hand in hand along the beach, sinking our toes in the sand, bumping shoulders, glancing and smiling at each other like we just met. We went to a place for a late lunch and back to the house. Jack wanted to leave in time to get home before midnight. We made love one last time before he left.
My first night of sleeping alone in that big house went well. I chose the last bedroom in the downstairs hallway to sleep in because it had windows on three sides. On one side, it looked out at the garden that was caged in a white picket fence and blooming with gorgeous shrubs and flowering plants. And on the other side was the view of the landscaped expanse to the neighbor’s house.
I woke up feeling energized. During the morning hours, I surveyed the house, admiring the art and furnishings, and getting more comfortable with the surroundings. I went shopping and bought groceries and plenty of wine and beer. I explored the little town. The first week was a blur. Beyond shopping, I took long walks along the beach, read books, watched TV, and spent most of my time stoned on marijuana, beer, and wine.
I had a few self-pleasuring moments as well, usually in the shower. I used the shower in the master bath located upstairs. It was one of those huge walk-in showers without any doors and ten showerheads hitting you from every direction. It also had the option of selecting which shower head you wanted running.
I was so glad when Jack came knocking the following Friday night. He was tired after working all day and the four-hour drive to get there. But I was rested and horny. As tired as Jack was, he couldn’t resist my advances, and we made love on the couch just minutes after he arrived. He met my passion and the sex was great! I rode him on the living room couch, bouncing on his lap, grinding, wiggling, and putting on a show of playing with my bouncing tits. I came hard and loud. He did too, and our moans and cries of pleasure echoed off the walls of the living room.
After the sex, we drank beer and smoked a joint while getting caught up on the week’s events. Jack slept soundly that night. I knew he was tired and exhausted.
I woke up around nine the following morning. I slipped out of bed and put on a pot of coffee, and then I slipped back into bed. Jack moaned a bit and curled on his side. It was nearing 9:30 and I thought I’d wake him… in a nice way.
Sliding further under the covers, I kissed his warm belly. Jack was fit and worked out regularly. Running my lips across his taut abs, I felt his soft hair tickle my cheeks and lips. Easing my hand into the fly of his PJ bottoms, I gently freed his cock. I kissed the tip and gently slipped the head into my mouth. Using just my lips and tongue, I toyed with his flaccid cock and it slowly grew. Jack shifted some and opened his eyes.
He exclaimed, “Ohhhhh!” as he realized what I was doing.
Jack moaned contentedly as I continued to play my little wake-up game with him. I sucked gently, softly, pulling him in. My tongue swirled around the spongy knob. He helped me pull his PJs down. Still on our sides, I went back to sucking him. He began thrusting his hips, plunging his cock deep into my mouth.
I knew Jack was loving my pleasurable mouth when he cried out, “Oh, you cock-loving cunt! Suck it for me, baby! Yeah!” It was good for me too. I loved it when he talked dirty to me. And I enjoyed the raw meaty taste of his cock turning sweeter the more I sucked it. He continued to thrust and I tasted the salty precum oozing from his meatus and coating my tongue and palate.
I knew Jack was close. He was thrusting faster and I cupped his ass and pulled him along. He knew what I was hungry for, and he gave it to me. The first spurt was a hot rendition of what was to follow when he filled my mouth with a bleachy burst of flavor. I pulled his cock from my mouth to swallow the glob that formed after the second spurt, larger than the first, pooled in the back of my mouth. I loved Jack’s cum. It was delicious going down while he continued spilling his seed out on my chest as I turned and lay on my back, arching for his cum that speckled my tits.
After it was over, I was going to slip into the bathroom and clean myself up, but Jack stopped me and said, “Stay, I like you when you’re dirty and smelling like a whore. I think I might like this arrangement,” he said as I cuddled next to him, smearing the cum that stained my tits against his skin.
“Mmmm, me too,” I whispered. “I missed you all week.”
After a short rest, we got out of bed and I took a quick shower to rinse off. Jack helped me change the bedsheets and I took them into the laundry. We met in the kitchen. Jack hung out in the nude and I was only wearing a thong. We poured coffee and looked out on the garden. The sun was brilliant and warm as we stepped out on the deck and followed the path through the garden.
“Do you think anyone can see us?” I asked as we stepped through the garden like Adam and Eve.
Jack looked about and said, “I don’t think so. The wing of the house is blocking the neighbor’s view, and someone would have to walk up from the beach to see us.”
We walked back to the deck and Jack relaxed on a lounge chair. He looked sexy and relaxed. His six-foot frame was fit, and his dark hair framed his handsome face. The soft hair on his belly thickened above his cock and balls. I looked down on him and felt a warm churning between my legs. I could have fucked him right there, but I made breakfast inside and we ate out on the deck.
Jack went to shower after we finished breakfast. He used the bathroom on the first floor. While he showered, I cleaned up the breakfast mess and went up to the master bath to put a brush to my hair and put on my makeup.
As I gazed into the mirror, I saw hints of what Jack liked about me. My auburn hair fell well past my shoulders. I knew it would lighten in the sun over the summer. I thought about turning myself into a blonde just for kicks. I have a pretty face and high cheekbones, especially when I smile. I’m 5’6” and my breasts are a full 36C, sitting firm and high, tipped with luscious brown nipples. When I’m not wearing a bra under my tops, my breasts have a nice jiggle when I walk. My stomach and abs are smooth and firm. My pussy is waxed and my folds swell and open like a rose when I’m aroused. Outside of the hair on my head, I don’t have a hair on my body. My skin is creamy smooth and well-tanned. My ass is firm and round, my legs are smooth and firm. I was hot and sexy, a good catch, and Jack knew it.
When I finished, I padded downstairs in the nude while looking for Jack. He wasn’t in the bathroom, and he wasn’t in the bedroom. I wandered through the dining room and into the kitchen. I finally discovered him on the deck, relaxing in the nude on the lounge chair. He looked so good I decided to pull a lounge chair next to his and soak up some rays with him. We relaxed, smoked a joint, and joked about how good it was to live like rich people without a care in the world. The one thing that we were rich in was our love for each other. We talked about getting married after I got my degree.
We laid out for about an hour. The sun felt good and added another layer to my golden tan. I got up and went to the liquor cabinet in the dining room. I made two vodka martinis. Bringing them to the deck, I gave one to Jack and offered a toast to “being rich for the summer.”
We spent the rest of the day in the house. We milled through the rooms, and without a stitch of clothes on. It was starting to feel very natural to hang out naked all day. I’m sure the owner would have kicked us out if she saw us fucking on her dining room table that afternoon. After our hot session, we moved back out on the deck as the sun began dropping in the sky. I felt a warm glow in my belly as I stood outside, hugging my naked man.
Jack left for Miami Sunday evening. We had a wonderful time over the weekend. I could barely wait to see him again the following Friday night.
To be continued
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