Last summer when I was taking summer break from Highschool to collage I managed to run into this very, and I mean very hot woman. I was out messing around with my Technical bike (Full front/back suspension with 1/2 gear as lowest gear) in the green belt working out my log riding maneuvers for a mountain trail I was thinking of when a Doberman came prancing through the woods. Normally I would have made a break for it, because Dobies have a bad rep as “mean dogs with big teeth” however, I had a friend who had a dobi and I learned they are very sweet pets, very kind and friendly in fact. They have deep barks, but on the inside they are like other dogs. Friendly and like to bark.

So I stopped what I was doing and called it over. It bounded over with amazing agility through the woods to me and The dog was indeed friendly. The tag on its leather collar had a phone number and the dogs name. “Red”

I called the number with my cell phone and a woman answered, soft, warm, a little Smokey, one you would love to listen to when you masturbated.

Being a single lonely guy, I was instantly turned on. I told her I found her dog Red. She sounded somewhere between panicked and ecstatic. I told her where I was at and she practically freaked out. I directed her to my house and took the dog home from the green belt holding its collar and my bike as I walked home. He didn’t pull away and was heeling the whole time so I barely needed to direct him. He was amazingly well trained.

I sat in the drive way petting him as I recall and he would lick my face friendly like other dogs do. He was such a nice dog.

She arrived in a emerald green sports car. She was so happy about finding her dog which disappeared early that morning and wondered how he managed to get to where I was at. The green belt and forests kind of connected as a chain for miles and miles so it was easily possible for the dog to follow along the creek to get to where I was at.

She was also amazed at how Red and I were so friendly to each other. Normally Red and her other dog Butch were very standoffish and wouldn’t let anyone touch them.

I shrugged. I had always gotten along with animals of all sorts. Maybe it’s because I didn’t fear them, and dogs can sense when a person is tense probably.

Regardless she almost demanded I go with her. It was high noon, and folks wouldn’t be home until almost sundown. So I agreed, got in the car. The dog and I sat in the same seat. He was big, and remembered how heavy he was sitting on my lap.

We got back to her place. And introduced me to Butch. Red was a cinimon brown Dobi, and Butch was a “blue” Dobi, not that the dog was blue but not the red color.

That’s when She found that the dogs and I got along swimmingly well. Maybe because I had Red’s scent all over me. Blue barked at first until he ran up and smelled me when I was knelt down and petted him. He greeted my like Red did, very friendly.

She said perfect! And said, you can house sit for me no one else will come near my babies here.

I also clearly remember looking up at her. Those tight fitting jeans. Her firm looking legs, her wide hips and narrow waist, looking at her crotch how she had that smile line and that small upside down triangle of light of space between the bottom of her crotch and where her thighs touched each other as she stood there, so freaking hot. Then glancing to to her face and seeing her D sized looking breasts on her very thin frame. Usually when seeing D sized breasts it’s acompanied with D sized frame and D sized thighs. I had never seen anything like her in real life.

I worked for her on and off through the year. House sitter the dogs for a week. It was awesome having the house alone with the dogs. She had some photos I found in the living room sitting in a drawer in the coffee table where the remotes for the TV were kept. She must have been in Hawaii or something. Pictures of her with her lady friend. Pictures in the one piece swimsuit was utterly amazing. So fit, so shapely, it made me so horny.

I had a crap ton of masterbation sessions in the bathroom with those photos. I must have cum’ed about seventeen times over the course of one of the days at least. She was that hot. That and I was that horny.

Other times I helped her around the house doing odd jobs, mowing lawn, trimming trees, brush, handyman type things. She had me put on a harnes once to trim branches up in one of her trees, it fir around my thighs, my hip my waist and my chest. But I We couldn’t get it to work properly so she ended up hiring an arborist to do the job which made me feel bad that I couldn’t get it done for her. She tried to assure me it was okay.

We texted now and then. She had another girl dog sitting for her while I was at collage. But as fate would have it, she moved away suddenly with her parents, she was supposed to house sit but she now didn’t have anyone to house sit for the month of August. As she was going to be gone for most of the month on business. She asked if I would.

I told her I could because I was taking a small break from collage. She offered me 2K for the month which was a lot for me. I thought she was crazy but apparently she makes a ton of money and that was nothing. She didn’t want to board the dogs, and it also kept her place from getting robbed if someone was there.

I figured why not. I packed my duffle bag with cloths and sat in my driveway as she stopped to pick me up in her sports car. She had me place my bag in the trunk.

We had a nice meaningless chat while she drove to the pet store to get a couple 50 lb bags of dog food along with some other stuff.

We got to her house and pulled into the garage. The dogs barking of course. She had me take the dog food out of the car and into the kitchen pantry where she kept it. She said she would get my duffle bag out of the trunk for me and put it in the guest room for me.

After getting the rest of the stuff in the house. She called for me to help get some stuff in the garage.

She was putting her luggage in the passenger seat when she asked me to grab one of the dogs blanket off the top shelf of the rack in the garage. The blanket was on the top shelf high enough I had to reach above my head to get it. I pulled it down and this tray of slimy stinky stuff landed on top of me splashing in my hair, face down my front pants and shoes. She gasped and freaked out.

“Oh my god who put that there?” She ran up to me. “Are you okay?”

I said “yah,” but this stuff smelled kinda fishy like. She said I had to get into the shower quickly and get all this washed off. The utility bathroom was just inside from the garage. She had me take my shoes off and put them in a garbage bag. She said that she couldn’t have this stuff in her washing machine. That she would run everything to the dry cleaners.

She had me step into the bathroom and peel my cloths off and put everything in the bag. I did so and got into the shower. She tied the bag up and said she would drop it off at the dry cleaners on her way to the airport. She was already starting to run late so had to go after she mopped up the mess. It was a good thing her garage floors were sealed with clear sealant. Cleaning it up didn’t take much time for her.

I heard her drive off while I was in the shower. It took a good long washing to get it out of my hair and off my skin.

That and I had to knock out a masturbation session from seeing her in her tight fitting cloths she always wore. She had such a nice firm round ass too.

After that I got out of the shower. My cell phone I had forgotten to pull out of my pant pocket along with my wallet must have still been in the pants.

I grabbed the towel and tried to wrap it around me but it left a section exposed. Instead of having my ass hang out I moved it so my side was exposed.

I went to my room and didn’t see my duffle bag. I looked in the living room, no bag. I picked up the house phone and dialed her cell number..

“Hello” her voice was cheerful.

I said almost panicked. “Hi Sharon, I think I left my phone and wallet in my pants pocket.”

She said “oh goodness, I’ll call the cleaners and tell them to put them in a bag and keep it with your cloths. I trust them to not steal anything from you.”

I said “okay, where did you put my duffle bag?”

She suddenly said “oh my gosh I forgot to get your bag from the trunk.”

My heart sank. “What do I wear?”

She said after a pause. “Well, Kelly’s stuff is in the guest room. I ordered her a bunch of cloths. And it’s all in the drawers. You can wear that until I figure out what to do, she left other stuff in the closet, I’m not sure what that is so you’ll have to look”

I said slowly “Kelly’s stuff?”

She said .”Yah, look, I’m sorry hon. I have to check in now, so I have to hang up, I’ll call you in about three hours after I land okay?”

I said in a defeated voice. “Okay.”

And she hung up.

I went into the guest room and started going through the dresser. The top drawer hand undies and pantyhose. The undies I looked at. All silk French cut G-string. Looking at them, she musta been hot. Fat girls don’t wear these.

Silk bras, about C-cup I was guessing. Some shiny leggings, probably a size too small for me. Had pink and girly patterns, purple, off white and other colors, Things I would never wear.

Next drawer down had shirts. Picking one up it was tee shirt fabric. At least that would t be bad. I put it on. It was short sleeve and pulled down to the bottom of my ribs leaving my mid rift exposed. That’s as far as the shirt would go. Great I thought.

Looked for more shirts to wear, this time holding them up to look at them. All the same cut, but way more sissy prints on them. Certainly not going to wear the hot pink one saying princess on it. That’s not happening.

Bottom drawer, see if there was some pants. And they were skirts and folded dresses. “Freaking great” I said.

The phone rang. “Hello?” I answered still holding that short towel on me. “Hi, my plane is a little delayed.” It was Sharon. “Oh god, Sharon, there’s only girl cloths here, there’s nothing for me to wear.”

She said slightly amused. “Well you can’t go running around naked. You’ll have to wear them for now. I’m about to board the plane and we are sitting here waiting. I’ll have to get off my phone soon. I just wanted to see how you’re doing.”

I blurted out in a panic. “There’s no underwear, only panties.”

She chuckled. “That is underwear silly.”

“But, their panties, not guy underwear’s” in a pleading voice hoping that she could do something about it.

She said in a normal tone. “And if you were a girl and all there was only boy clothing would you be freaked out?”

I said “no, that’s different.”

She said almost in a satisfied tone. “Well, it’s not, there you go. Besides, your the only one there, no one will see you. I’ll sort this out when I get to my hotel okay?”

I said calmly. “Okay”

“Well they are telling us we are going to get ready to board so I have to turn my phone off now.”

I simply said. ‘Ok”

And she hung up.

I went back to the drawer. Picked up the black shiny silk panties and looked at them. “Underwear hu?”