Housesitter – more from our Loveable MILF

Tina a delectable MILF (anacronym = Mother I’d Like to Fuck) burst onto my blog in March 2020 with this piece of fiction. Read it first or dive right in here!

When Friday night rolled around Tina was pretty exhausted from her hectic week. But after waving her children goodbye through the window of their dad’s car,  a review of her plans for the weekend made her feel energized. Tomorrow, after working at Petal’s Plant Palace, she would drive straight to her colleague’s to house sit. Suzie and Adam were staying away.

A change of scenery would lift her spirits,Tina was so looking forward to taking long walks with Freya, their spaniel, that she’d bought a dog frisbee and fancy vegan dog treats. It wasn’t hard to imagine the scampering, spinning welcome from the little dog when she arrived tomorrow evening. She packed casual lounging clothes in her overnight bag which she stowed, alongside waterproof boots, in the back of her car.

She hoovered to leave her house neat before heading up to bed. She sent a casual text to Marvin, without much hope of a reply. Their sexy texty relationship had fizzled out. Perhaps he had a real girlfriend or was one of those guys continually seeking fresh meat. No matter, she pulled her Kindle off the bedside table before checking her vibrator had charge.

“Hey Siri,” she said “play hot and heavy.”

Immediately Tina was bathed in the strains of My One Temptation. Flicking on the e-reader she scrolled for a story guaranteed to get her off. She snuggled down to read one about lesbian store detectives who were perving on women in changing rooms, before devising masochistically sexy ways to punish shoplifters. Moisture was soon gathering warmly in the folds of her vulva. She envisaged the pink flesh swelling and experienced a desperate urge to touch.

As the heat flared in her groin, simultaneous messages of arousal were sparked in her breasts, a swell and a tingle which couldn’t be ignored. Her nipples puckered to hard nubs, sensitivity heightened, so when she grazed their straining points, the throb in her pussy felt explosive.

Knowing her first climax was close, Tina grabbed her vibe, a gadget whose clitoral arm had its own vibration pattern. Spreading clear lubricant in the crease of her labia and round the probe of the vibe she began by teasing herself with a low, rumbling pattern. Toes nearly curling with desire, she thrust her hips up, seeking intense sensation, until it broke over her and she cried out.

Her hand hung limply, still clasping the vibe, as she was swamped by throbbing waves of pleasure. Could she, should she play a little more? Without further deliberation she held the silicone coated vibrator to her breasts to let its buzzing resonate from nipple tips to her core. Her body hummed, Tina bit her lip. While it quivered against one, she rolled the other between finger and thumb, the darkened buds seemed to crackle with sensation as she alternated from left to right.

She read a little more of the sexy action as she built up sensations, edging her body while stimulating her mind. Aware her torso was straining, with stomach muscles pulled concave with anticipation, she laid the reading device aside. Tina chose a strong, constant vibration pattern and reached down to nudge the toy’s bulbous head against her entrance. Water based lube combined with her own slippery nectar, helped her take its length into her body with ease. Once fully inserted, the clitoral arm exquisitely nudged against that sensitive bud; she groaned with happiness.

“Lordy that’s good.”

Her head dropped back on the pillows, images from the erotic story dancing across her closed eyelids. Thrusting with the toy, she hummed with satisfaction. Not only from the stretch of its girth, but the push and pull action which stoked the flames of her passion.

The lyrics of “Push it” filtered into her consciousness. Tina pressed the vibrator deep so it massaged her g-spot and clitoris simultaneously, this triggered a chain reaction of hip thrusting and gasping. With her pelvis rocking against the toy, her free hand plucked and pulled at her nipples.

“Yes, oh yes.”

She welcomed the burst of heat and colour which signified her orgasm. Tina became a mumbling, twitching wreck as it tore through her. She felt totally relaxed, she realised, so heavy-limbed it was hard to drag herself to the bathroom. She fell back in bed and set the alarm for work before drifting off to sleep.

The morning shower drummed needle points of water against her skin. Tina was glad she had a no-fuss hairstyle which she left damp as she drove to the shop. With her partner Suzie away, opening the shop fell to her, she was ready for a day of juggling everything.

From home, she’d brought a thermal cup of coffee so she got to work on pre-ordered bouquets and arrangements immediately. She watched the clock, opening up the front of the shop and putting out the displays at the usual time. A mild day, forecast to be dry, so she hoped passing trade could be encouraged to treat themselves to cut flowers.

She sent a text to her son Mark, wishing him luck in his football game, then a gif of dogs hugging to Grace.

Love you Mum x” Grace’s reply came back straight away.

Mark sent the thumbs up emoji. How different boys and girls were, Tina mused.

Back to work on a hand-tied bouquet. She’d just finished when the shop door dinged as Dino bounced jauntily in.

“Ciao bella,” he called out and Tina greeted him with her usual sunny smile. “On your own today?”

“Yes, just me. Suzie’s away.”

She passed him a box of carnations and gypsophila. his regular order for table decorations at his family run restaurant.

“‘Aving a dirty weekend, huh?” he teased, with a theatrical wink.

“You know Suzie,” Tina laughed, “still loved up, after all these years.”

“We should all be so lucky,” Dino bantered, tucking the box under his arm and heading for the door. “Ciao.”

“Bye,” Tina called.

By lunch, even without a wedding to prepare flowers for, the orders were only just ready for the van to collect. She’d had to help a rather indecisive lady pick out an arrangement, which had eaten into her time. She put the kettle on, then stood in the back room, watching for customers through the open doorway, while she ate her sandwiches.

The afternoon, in comparison, dragged by. She sold some plant pots and several bouquets, but it was a quiet Saturday so she guessed people were inspired by the milder weather to get their gardens ready for summer. Next week the shop would take delivery of hanging baskets and a mixture of bedding plants for potting, so on the chalkboard she wrote a sign to offer a made to order service.

When she got a text saying that Mark’s team had won 2:1 she was delighted.

“Time for a chocolate biscuit,” she said aloud.

Just before 4 pm, unlikely to make any more sales, Tina began bringing flowers in from the pavement to put them in the cool back room. She had one fella dash in wanting a bouquet because he’d forgotten his anniversary, so she persuaded him to splurge on a generous bunch of magenta lilies and blooms in shades of pink. Rather than the predictable red roses he’d wanted, she explained that these showed thought and had a fragrance too.

“I hope she likes them,” Tina waved him off with a smile.

“Me too,” the man’s face was creased with concern.

“Right, that’s your lot,” she locked and bolted the doors, then let herself out of the back, setting the alarm as she did so.

As she drove, she sang along to Girls Aloud:

Why don’t you fool me,
Feed me, say you need me
Without wicked games?
Come on and hold me,
Hug me, say you’ll love me
And not my dirty brain.

As always, the lyrics struck a chord, a reminder of the way her ex had taken advantage during their marriage. He’d manipulated Tina’s natural eagerness to please, he’d enjoyed her saucy side at first but later implied her desires were unnatural. There was nothing wrong with what she enjoyed but, as Seb’s new girlfriend seemed even more up-tight than him, she suspected they were well matched.

She arrived at the village where Suzie and Adam lived, it had a post office come general store and a pub on the green. It was the kind of place she dreamed of living. Suzie’s house was pretty perfect too. When she got out of the car and walked to the front door, she heard Freya barking excitedly in the utility room.

“Hey girl, it’s Auntie Tina,” she called out, letting herself in. She dumped the bags and hurried to greet her four-legged-friend.

“Hello, hello, hello,” her voice was squeaky and high.

She knelt to embrace the dog who jumped up, licking frantically at her chin.

“I guess it’s been a long day, your mum left early hey? Let’s go out in the garden.”

At that magic word, Freya dashed to the door, her body still vibrated with excitement but a more primitive need had come to the fore.

Watching the long eared dog sniff around bushes, Tina admired the neatly trimmed lawn and flower beds. There was an outdoor table with chairs where she planned to enjoy her morning coffee.

Tina never cooked on a Friday night, she was just too tired. So she browsed the take-out menus and ordered her favourite curry dish with sides. While waiting for it to arrive, she poured herself a gin and tonic and scooped dog food into Freya’s bowl.

“Go on girl!” she set it down, “I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.”

As Freya was gobbling up kibble Tina took her bag to the spare room, where she dressed in baggy sweatpants. In the living room she used the TV remote to search for a film, to watch as she ate.

“Doesn’t it smell yummy?” she chatted to the dog once her food was delivered.

She plated it up, then settled on the couch to eat. Later, when the dishes were safely in the sink, Freya was allowed to sit beside her; they watched the film and cuddled.

“Tomorrow we’ll have a nice long walk,” she stifled a yawn. “But for now, garden.”

The dog trotted to the back door, claws clicking on the ceramic floor. Tina waited while she did her rounds, then returned to settle into her cosy bed.

“Bed for me too,” Tina yawned more widely as she cleaned her teeth. Wearing a t-shirt and knickers she slipped under the covers and off to sleep.

Dogs and young children don’t need lie-ins, Tina knew from bitter experience, so when she heard Freya pacing just before 7 the next morning she wasn’t surprised. With Freya in the garden she made herself coffee and toast. She’d dragged on her sweats to take breakfast al fresco. She sent Grace and Mark a morning message, alongside pictures of Freya. She scrolled through her messages, before showering and dressing for her lazy day. Tina was mostly a no-fuss girl, but she needed foundation and a flick of mascara to feel human.

“Look what I’ve got!” she waved the frisbee at Freya, who wagged excitedly as Tina clipped the lead onto her harness.

As she walked down the road, with Freya pulling, Tina admired the well kept gardens she passed. Where she lived, everyone was obsessed with hard landscaping over their front grass so they could park their cars off road. Most plants round her way grew in pots or hanging baskets, not flower beds..

Climbing over a stile, she and Freya reached a field, which led to another field flanked by woods. There were no cows or sheep and most dogs were specks in the distance, so she let Freya run free. She followed a path, occasionally throwing the frisbee for her to fetch.

It was refreshing to hear birds sing; to watch Freya scamper after the frisbee, bringing it back expectantly. Except, the one time Tina threw it badly, and it landed in a prickly bush entirely made of brambles. It was out of arm’s reach amongst the painful foliage and her heart sank.

Freya tried advancing against the tangle of prickled stalks;

“No, sweetie, you’ll hurt yourself,” Tina warned. “I’ll get it,” but she couldn’t reach. Thorns tore at her clothes and skin. “Ow, ow, ow!” she wailed. Freya’s ears dipped anxiously.

“D’you need any help?” a deep voice asked.

Tina was startled to see a man with a tweed cap walking a jack russell close by.

“I doubt you’ll be able to reach,” she flushed a hot shade of mortification, “but you’re welcome to try.” She couldn’t step away from the bush, the brambles wouldn’t let her.

The man leaned, without letting the brambles grab him, using a stick with a forked handle under the rubbery disc. With some flicking, he soon moved it close enough to grab. He passed it to Freya who took it, parading in front of the jack russell as if to say, “look what I’ve got!”

“You made that look easy,” Tina smiled, extricating herself from her prickly snare, with a final rip noise.

“I always carry this, Pippin smells rabbits in these thickets,” he brandished his stick, “and sometimes she gets stuck. You’ve torn your jacket.”

His brown eyes were full of concern, and Tina noticed his pleasant face and strong body, then felt embarrassed for staring.

“Oh dear, but it’ll still keep me warm.”

Her saviour was dressed in shades of olive green, like a country gent, in contrast she wore a gaudy puffer jacket and polka dot gumboots.

“I assume this is Pippin?” Tina watched the dogs begin a tug of war with the frisbee. Freya was twice the size, but Pippin gave as good as she got.

“Yes,” he smiled, dimples made his face even more charming. “Pippin enough!”

At his command, the little dog released the frisbee.

“See you around!” her saviour called over his shoulder. He strode off, his dog hot on his heels.

“Bye!” Tina stuffed the frisbee in her pocket.

She walked briskly in the opposite direction, idly wondering could she find out the guy’s name, without alerting Suzie’s inner match-maker. Slim chance – she shuddered at the memory of the blind dates she’d endured.

Back at the house, she rubbed Freya dry with a dog towel hanging by the coat rack. Tina thought she’d try lunch at the pub. She checked her face for splashes of mud, put on trainers instead of boots and set off for the Golden Hind. She passed more pretty cottages in this direction, striding up the lane to the village pub.

“Hello love, what can I get you?” she was greeted by the woman behind the bar.

“Half a pint of dry cider, and can I order lunch please?”

“Certainly, it’s roast on a Sunday, would you prefer chicken or beef?”

“Beef please,”

“Roast potatoes or mashed?”

“Roast please,”

“All the usual trimmings?” the lady, whose name she remembered was Rosemary, looked at her encouragingly.

“Yes please,” she had just walked for more than an hour.

“Where will you sit? I’ll bring it over.”

Tina pointed to a cosy table for two near the garden, then carried her tall glass there carefully. She pulled out her kindle. She didn’t get much time to read at home, with the children needing her attention or something practical like washing done. It was nice to sit and lose herself. With an e-reader, nobody could see the cover of your book, she could read erotica and people might think she was reading Jane Austen!

“Hello again – may I join you?” Tina jumped guiltily. Her saviour from earlier said, “I’m sorry, did I startle you?”

“A little,” she blushed, hastily switching off the device, “but yes, please sit down.”

“I’m Ash,” he smiled offering his hand to shake.

“Hi, I’m Tina. Oooh!” she was startled again by a dog’s nose nudging against her leg. “And I’ve already met Pippin.”

They both laughed. “I didn’t know dogs were allowed in the pub. But Freya’s pretty tired from her walk.”

“If they’re well behaved they are,” Ash smiled. “Sit down Pippin,” he said firmly and the little dog settled.

At that moment Tina’s food arrived. Rosemary fussed with condiments and gravy, then told Ash she’d bring his order over.

“Rosemary makes fabulous yorkshire puddings,” he said conversationally, as Tina tackled her meal with gusto. “So you live around here?”

“No, just house sitting for friends – Suzie and Adam – perhaps you know them?”

“Suzie you say? Ahh it all falls into place.” Rosemary delivered his steaming plate. Ash unwrapped his knife and fork and began to eat.

They chatted about dogs and films, then houses and gardening – Ash wanted hanging baskets for his recently laid patio area, of course Tina could help him.

“When do you go home? Are Adam and Suzie away for the week?”

“Tomorrow,” Tina put down her knife and fork. “My ex will drop my kids at the playground tomorrow morning. I need to open up the shop first thing, but I have to pick them up at 3. Suzie and Adam will get back late in the afternoon.”

“So what are your plans for tonight?” his slightly cheeky smile gave Tina a frisson of attraction.

“I planned on take-away and another film.” Her heartbeat kicked up.

“Would you like some company?”

This was moving quite fast, yet they had talked for a couple of hours, it was no worse than meeting someone at a club. What did she have to lose?

“That would be lovely,” she gave her brightest smile, “come round at 6:30.”

 

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13 thoughts on “Housesitter – more from our Loveable MILF”

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    1. Thanks Marie – yes I find dogs are definitly conversation openers, and from there leads to other things

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