House Sitting (closed)

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Lance Morgan had known joe for almost five years now, and when his buddy from work had approached him about house sitting he had figured it would be a great way to make some extra cash, but he had not expected Joe to cover his time off from work

So all that put in, he figured he was in for a little mini stay cation. He smiled to himself as he packed his bag up Friday afternoon. He through on a snug shirt over the thick cut muscles of his torso, the years spent on construction had given him the build that most men envied, and at 6'2 it was all the more impressive at almost 200 lbs. He ran his hands through his short coal black hair and tossed a pair of sunglasses on over his deep blue eyes as he tugged on a pair of gym shorts

His buddy had a nice spread, a house bought when he was married, but the wife had left some time back, and Joe had got the house and the kid

The kid

He ha seen her here and there a few years ago, and Joe had vented some of the frustrations and concerns any man would have over his teenage high school senior daughter, but he figured they ought to get along alright, and certainly some of Joes story's had to be exaggerations, or at least he hoped so. He would hate to have to really spend his time chasing this girl around town, or kicking friends out at late hours. But he hoped for the best as he tosse his bag into his jeep and headed across town


Thirty minutes later he pulled into the drive way of a nice two level cape cod, stepped out and grabbed his bag, then trod to the front door and knocked.
 
Andrea Kay got out of her friend’s car, thanking him for the lift home from school, making sure to turn and bend low from the hips leaning in the open car window to let him have a good look at her generous cleavage exposed by the low front t.

She had no problem getting boys to give her lifts home, thanks to the pair that filled out her chest. Not many in her year sported DD, and even fewer had them on a slim frame with nice legs clad in tight denim and luxurious brunette hair to their shoulders. She wasn’t a slut, and didn’t sleep around, but she knew the boys drewled over her figure, especially her ‘rack’ as they charmingly called it, and this boy had been happy to look as his fee for giving her a lift.

As he drove off, she bounced into the house, calling, “Daddy, I’m home!” and went straight for the kitchen to grab a drink.

“Can I have a beer today, Daddy?” she called, expecting the usual ‘no’, and poured herself a soda instead.
 
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Lance heard the door open. And the usual question

"Noooo" was his response as he finished packing his bags. He shouldered them and headed down to the kitchen

"Hey sweetie. I have to tell you something" he said as he stopped at the kitchen door and laid out the scenario

He was gone for a week. Joe was gonna watch the house, he tried to make it clear he wasn't watching her, but he still had to stress that all the normal rules apply

No late nights, no boys, no internet after dinner. But she didn't seem to buy it. The look in her eyes and her posture was his biggest hint as he finished

"......so Joe will be here in an hour, but I have to go"
 
She listened with growing unease and then almost anger. Andrea could feel her protests rising, holding them back with all her self-control, which wasn't that great.

"DADDY!" she finally blurted.

"I don't need a babysitter! I'm 18 years old! And I don't need some old bat called Jo to be my chaperone! She's not my Mum, and I won't treat her like my Mum!"

Tears stung her eyes as all sorts of thoughts chased each other round her head.

Like, Daddy doesn't trust me. Like, I'm going to be spied on by some woman I don't even know. Like, she'll tell Daddy about all the lifts I get, and how I use my 'assets'. Like she'll try and 'mother' me, which I don't need and don't want. Like she'll seriously cramp my style; I know Daddy's routines and how to do what I want by timing things selectively. Like no internet after Daddy's gone to bed!

"I don't believe you did this Daddy! I'm old enough to get married!"

And with that thought hanging in the air, she stomped off to her room, slamming the door. Sitting on her bed, she tried to think of ways out of this awful situation.
 
The sun had just gone down when Joe pulled up to the house. He grabbed his bag out of te back seat, then went to the door.

He was dressed in a snug t shirt that showed his lithe muscular frame. Just getting out of the gym he was hungry and hoping Lance had left something in the fridge.

He rang the door bell, hoping this would staff well. He had no idea what to expect from Andrea, it had been a very long time since he had seen her. He wondered if she would remember him. He rang it again
 
By the time Andrea came out of her room, Daddy had gone. She stomped her way through the house, still angry with him, and on impulse went to the kitchen to grab a beer while she could.

Knowing Jo would arrive in only a few minutes, she drank the beer down quickly and pulled out another to drink upstairs, as wicked thoughts flitted through her mind.

So he had some old bat babysit her, huh? What if she put on a little show, shocked the old dear, maybe scared her a little about what she’d taken on?

Back in her room she started on the second beer, and decided to change into something a little less appropriate. Stripping quickly, she threw on a thin tight white tank top that let her small pert nipples show through, and a white lacy thong under a very short wrap-over blue gym skirt, one she’d outgrown a year or two back.

The door went just as she was finishing, and stepping into strappy sandals she finished her second beer, burped, threw the empty can away and went to the door.

With a dramatic flourish she threw open the door .. Let the old dear get an eyeful of this

But it wasn’t an old bat!! She stood there just staring, no words springing to mind, as a good looking hunk stood on the doorstep.

Pretending she wasn’t thrown, she recovered her voice and invited him in, hoping the ground would swallow her up and she could disappear and get changed!

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Joe almost choked.

A gorgeous bouncy curvy thing answers tue door. He tried not to gawk, but her top was almost see thru. Her nipples were obvious little bumps peaking the top of two temebdous melons that pushed her top to the point of bursting.

Her skirt was shorter than short. It barely covered her hips

This was not what he had expected

"Hi Andrea. I'm Joe, your dads friend? I'm here to hold down the fort." He said in a questioning tone, only at the last minute did he jerk his eyes back up to hers.
 
Oh Shit!!!!! Andrea thought to herself, almost screaming inside her head. Not only was it not the ‘old bat’ she’d expected, it was Dad’s friend Joe! How could she have missed that??

And yeah, like the boys in school, his eyes seemed drawn like magnets to her tits. Damn! What must he think of her, dressed like this?

Of course, she invited him in, closing the door behind him as she tried to adjust to the new circumstances.

It didn’t alter the fact that Daddy had arranged a babysitter. She still had her style cramped. But then, Joe was a guy, no a man, she corrected herself. And he’d already proved that he was just as vulnerable to the boob magic as the boys in school. Maybe, just maybe, a little show now and then might make him more … cooperative? Sure, he wouldn’t be giving her lifts in his car, but he might bend the rules a bit?

“Hi Joe, sorry I wasn’t expecting that to be you, I thought it would be a girl friend… I better go change, huh?” she said, looking bashful, and drawing his attention to her boobs again.

“Make yourself at home, I’ll be down in a moment ..” and she turned her back towards him and started to climb the stairs, too late painfully aware that her very short almost-skirt and thong panties gave him an uninterrupted view of her ass cheeks. Blushing furiously at how much she had got wrong in so short a time, she made it to the top of the stairs.
 
He smiled at the instant, well almost instant, bashfullness. There had however been a moment where she had been clearing eyeing him up.

But as soon as the 'hello's' were done she was practically running away from him. She did however need to change, he didn't know why she would have thought he was a girl, but her attire was clearly not suited for his company

She looked amazing, exotic, and delicious

They had both glanced down at the plethora of cleavage she had put on dispplay when she mentioned changing, Then she had turned and fled, but that skirt was so small her ass was literally hanging out of it, delicious and plump. But she was soon gone up the stairs

"Can you show me where I am supposed to stay" he called up after her, half tired of lugging his bag around and half hoping for another eye full before she threw on some sweats or whatever
 
"Can you show me where I am supposed to stay"

She hesitated at the top of the stairs, then turned back.

"Sorry, yes ... its up here ... do you want to come straight up?" she asked, giggling to herself in her mild inebriation at the thought of him cumming straight up. She knew some of the boys from school jerked off thinking of her tits, a few had confessed, even asking for head and shoulder photos of her in her low tight tops. She usually agreed; the thought of them jerking to her photo was quite a compliment, surely? Some girls thought it disgusting, but she found it more of a turn-on. She wondered if Joe would jerk off, thinking of her in this far-too-revealing outfit she had stupidly chosen to wear.

While se waited for him to climb the stairs, it wasn't lost on her that he had asked to see his room before she had a chance to change ... so maybe he'd let her parade around the house in skimpy clothing? Dad never did, but Dad wasn't here ...

"This is your room, the other side of the bathroom from mine ... I'm sorry, but Dad's is the only room with its own bathroom."

She opened the door on Joe's spacious double room, and standing outside on the landing she held out her arm to invite him in to it, her eyes demurely downcast, and at odds with her revealing clothing
 
He smiled as she stopped, returned toe steps and called him up. He grabbed his bags and trudged up the steps. She stood at the top of the steps, leaning against the wall, her profile was delightful. Her full round breasts standing firm and full, the sheer material drawing his eyes. Her slender waist made the bulge of her chest all the more appealing. And her thighs. Her slender toned thighs that her skirt, if it could be called that, let roam free.

Soon he was at the top and she lead him to his room. She pushed the door open and waved him in.

"So the bathroom connects our rooms" he aske as he tried to slide
By her. But he couldn't fit, not without bumping her

The way she stood, he turned to his side facing her to slide by. Her eyes were down and he took the time to stair down at the amazing cleavage on display, but he carelessly bumped into the door frame, which bounced him into her

Her full breasts sliding over his body briefly and he had to bite back a groan at the feel of her

"Sorry about that" he said as he finally slipped past into the room and set his bag down and began to look around, absently rubbing his chest where he had brushed her breasts.
 
She was more than a bit put out by the way he had pressed himself against her body. She had left plenty of room for him to get in without touching her, and Andrea was beginning to wonder about how safe she was with Joe.

Stepping back away from him, she replied, "No, the bathroom doesn't connect our rooms. The bathroom door is out on the landing with our doors on either side. I'll leave you to settle in while I change."

Turning quickly away she scampered back to her own room, closing the door firmly and then threw on a long bathrobe that covered her from neck to below the knees.

Andrea then sat on the bed and wondered how she was going to manage being in the house alone with Joe. He'd been here barely 5 minutes and already he was making her distinctly uncomfortable,
 
He chuckled as she disappeared, smiling at the thought of how she must feel. She certainly put on a show, but definitely didn't understand what kind of line she was crossing.

Well maybe she figured it out,and maybe she didn't,. but he hoped she had learned her lesson

He settled in, set his bag up, and got situated, then he headed downstairs to the kitchen, having changed into a pair of shorts and a snug shirt as he looked to relax a bit before calling it a night
 
Keeping the robe on, wanting to calm things down a bit, Andrea left her room and made her way downstairs to the kitchen where she found Joe.

"A bit more appropriate .." she half-joked, indicating that she was covered from neck to knees, the comment dropped as fishing for his reaction.

Would he be a prude, like Dad, and want her covered up? Or was he a normal man she could manipulate with flashes of skin if he was a bit more relaxed?

Giving him time to think of an answer she asked, "What do you want for dinner? I usually make something for Dad ... we have a pretty well stocked freezer?"

Andrea headed to the fridge and took out a beer, again testing him, glancing over to check out his body in the shorts and t. He looked pretty good for an old guy, she realised.
 
He glanced up as she came in, he wondered exaclty why she was in a robe. It was far from cold, but he just decided that it was probably some sort of comfort thing

"Dinner? Really that would be great. I'll take whatever I can get" he said with a smile as he walked over toward the fridge. At the same time she turned to the fridge, and by the time he got there, she had a beer in hand

and he knew he was being tested

"Is that for me? Thanks" he siad with a grin as he reached down and took it from her

"I'll take whatever you want to make, there is no need to go out of your way for me" he told her as he opened the beer, adn tossed back a long swallow
 
Hm ... she had to think about that for a minute.

What was he saying to her?

The only way to find out was to do what she wanted and wait for a reaction, so she stooped and took out a second beer, popping the top and taking a swallow to mark it as her own. Putting the bottle on the counter near Joe as well as herself, she wanted to see if he'd let her drink it.

Then, thinking more on what he said, she asked, "So if I don't need to go out of my way .... you'll cope with whatever I choose?" eyeing him subtly, she hoped, while rooting in the freezer this time, allowing the robe to come undone naturally, and finding some lasagne she'd made a couple of weeks ago.

"How about Italian?" she asked brightly, adding, "but its better with red wine ...."
 
He chuckled as she quickly grabbed another beer and took a drink. Then he let his eyes wander as she rifled through the freezer. The robe covered her neatly, but it could not hide the prominent curve of full hips and a well shaped ass.

He took another drink, turning his eyes to what was in her hands as she stepped back from the freezer. He smiled as she suggested wine

"Really. Beer then wine?" He said as he glanced down at the dish in her hand. It looked delicious.

"I'm a good enough guy, but no push over. Your gonna have to choose one or the other that one beer, or one glass with dinner. I'm not gonna let you get me in trouble so easily" he told her with a smile as he took another drink
 
Hm ... Andrea frowned. Only one drink? Well, only one more of course, to add to the two she already had!

He wasn't going to be a pushover, so she had to use her charms. Using her elbows to make the gown more open, she lifted the dish to her chest so that he could admire her generous boobs and pretend to be looking at the dinner.

"It does look nice, doesn't it?" she smiled, adding, " but I could have this beer and then a glass of wine with dinner ... that's not going too far, is it? .... Unless of course you want to look some more .. at my dishes?"

Andrea added a few cute blinks and an innocent cutie look, hoping he'd back down.
 
He watched the way h ER face lit up, coy and innocent. Of course he also noticed how as she proffered the dish, her robe parted. Her arms squeezed in and her generous bosom practically spilled out of her top. A soft deep line of cleavage billowed out, and he licked his lips as she mentioned her dishes.

He glanced back up at her

"Well it certainly looks tasty, and I bet your right that wine would make it even better. But don't go thinking your gonna get to drink while I'm here. Just this one exception" he said as he held up one thick finger right in front of her face

Then he glanced back down at the dish.

"You better be right. I hope the wine brings this dish of yours to a whole new level" he said wig a smile, drinking in her your full cleavage, his tongue subconsciously gliding across his lips.

"Go ahead and get that cooking up. " he said as he turned, found a few wine glasses and went to the small wine cabinet

"White or red?" He asked, wondering if she knew the difference
 
"Oh red please!" she replied quickly, putting the dish down and picking up her beer to finish it before he could change his mind.

Just this one exception? Who was he kidding. As long as she let him ogle her dishes she hoped to drink when she wanted, as long as she didn't make any trouble for him. She'd finish this third beer and have red wine tonight, and show that she was ok with it, not trouble.

It was obvious that he enjoyed the view she gave him, so she thought she'd reward him while she cooked.

Andrea let the gown hang completely open now, draping from her shoulders to leave her front open to view again in the thin white tank top and tiny blue gym skirt. As she bent to the oven controls she flicked the robe away over her back to expose the full length of her legs ... all in the interest of safety, of course. And she didn't glance at Joe to spoil the fiction that this wasn't a show for his benefit.

Andrea also bent forward to get plates from a low cupboard, at just the right angle to give a great down-top view.

Once everything was in hand, she put her empty beer bottle near his and asked innocently, "would you like me to show you my dishes tomorrow too? You could have a really good look before choosing what you'd like to eat?" she suggested.
 
He smiled, watching the cute blond prep the food. She was quick and efficient as she moved about, and of course he couldn't deny just how delicious she looked.

He was leaning back on a counter, his snug T pulled taught over his torso, and his beer quenching his thirst as she worked.

First she scrambled about with the dish, heating it up he presumed, but he couldn't stop staring as she tossed her robe over one hip, exposing a long toned creamy thigh, which led up to one delctable plump ass cheek. But before long she was moving about and grabbing plates. Her full firm breasts barely hidden at all in her practically sheer top.

He grabbed another beer, before popping open the wine

"red it is" he said as he poured two glasses so it could breath. Then she was just about done as he hurriedly finished the beer. Had she already finished hers? he wondered as he glanced over at the un attended bottle

"Other dishes" he asked with a grin, "well of course he said with a smile as he jerked his eyes up to meet hers, that damn open robe was far too...delicious

"What kind of fair are we talking about?" he asked as he moved towards the table, scooping up the glasses of win adn the bottle in his big strong hands.
 
"What kind would I show you? Depends what turns you on, I suppose. I can do hot and spicy, or plain and simple ... I wasn't thinking finger buffet, you know, serve yourself, but I'm pretty free and easy ... I could just surprise you if you're ok with that, or you can have a close look at the ingredients each day if that would give you more enjoyment?"

Andrea sat down at the table, delighted to have got both wine and her beer, and was pretty pleased at the double meaning in her words. She hoped he found her sexy, and understood her offer to parade her body for him in return for some freedom, like freedom to drink.

Sipping her wine like a trustworthy girl, she checked out his reaction, and let her eyes wander over his fine torso, nicely muscled for an old guy. He wasn't bad to look at himself, she thought, smiling.
 
Her very prompt, and delightfully playful response made him pause. He leaned back i his seat, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. What exactly was her game here? He wondered as he watched the way her robe was forced open by her tremendously full chest. The thin fabric of her top gave a delightful hint of a pair of pretty nipples.

He shook his head for a moment, just what was she saying? was she seriously trying to 'bribe' him? he wondered as he watched her take her seat, an overly smug and satisfied look on her face, but then he checked himself. It was far to soon to make such presumptions about her

" Well i do love finger food, but I think i will let you suprise me' he told her with a smile as he took his fork to the meal, and found his mouth delightfully suprised

It was delicious

"Wow this is great" he said as he let his eyes slip down to her prominent chest

"i can't wait to see more of your menu" he told her with a smile, then forked another large bite into his mouth.
 
Andrea smiled with innocent delight at him compliment on her cooking, but then her other agenda asserted itself.

So far Joe seemed to playing along with her suggestions of giving him an eyeful, but she wasn't sure if he understood that she wanted something in return.

Wanting to confirm that she was indeed offering to parade her body for him to look at, she replied, "I'd like to show you more of my ... menu ... in fact, I expect a man of your maturity and experience could offer helpful comments on my menu ... you can look as much as you like!"

Then, as the thought occurred to her, she added, "Of course, if you have no objection, I might leave my ingredients out, fully open to view from time to time. Would that be acceptable?" And before he could answer she tried to hint at what she wanted in return.

"After all, I'm a pretty responsible cook, and I can handle a beer or two, and wine with a meal, as you can see!" smiling happily, showing that she wasn't acting drunk or silly
 
He chuckled at her use of words, adn the way she trained certain words. He could not help but wonder exactly what her 'ingredients' were. Or what exactly was on this 'menu'

of course then she mentioned the drinks, and she was of course right. She had had a drink or two and was handling it admirably.

He leaned forward in his seat, crossing his thick muscular arms over his chest as he looked at her

"So your menu will be open for looking through at any time, and i have access to your ingredients?" he asked with a smile as his eyes drifted from hers, to the swell of delicious cleavage billowing out of her shirt. He then slowly drew his eyes back up to hers, the glance he gave her wares were intended to be quite obvious

"And we simply enjoy one anothers company as mature adults?" He asked her with a smile

"Well i don't know....I'll have to think about that, but while I am thinking how about you let me see tonights desert 'menu' " he told her with a grin and a wink, putting just the right emphasis on menu for her
 
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