Caught in the Act Pt. 01

The wrought iron gate crept open to the lone asphalt road, a patch of orange leaves swaying across its surface. As I wound up the driveway the view of the yellow aspens gave way to the mid-century manor. What it lacked in architectural complexity it let the natural beauty of the forest breathe. Every room had a view to the outside, and in the evenings let in a wonderful golden glow. Or at least that what the real estate agent said to me and my wife Emma. I pulled up to park next to Lilly's old car, she was our pet sitter. Usually, by the time I returned home she would be long gone. It was a rare occasion during the week when I could pull into the driveway when the sun was still up. Fortunately, an error on the part of opposing counsel got us a recess from court, and an early start to my weekend. As I fetched a box of documents from my trunk I noticed the wheel arches on Lilly's car was speckled with rust. The sight caught me reminiscing for a moment on my first car. It scarcely lasted me a year but it got me where I needed to go, at least most of the time. Dismissing the thought I carried my box up to the front door and entered the loft.

"Lilly?" I called out flicking on the lights. No answer came. Leaving the box of dreary stuff on a table I checked the living room. Teddy came leaping at me his tongue lolling through the air.

"Hey boy" I said giving him a few pats. "Where's Lilly, huh boy?" I teased, his placid face betraying no secrets. "Cmon, lets go find her". As I walked to the stairs Teddy took his own path and sat on his bed next to the couch. There I noticed a spread of Lilly's study material on the coffee table. She had just started her first year of college and me and Emma always encouraged her to study while she was pet sitting. Continuing my search I mounted the stairwell and looked down the dark corridor upstairs. A single ray of light came through a crack in the master bedroom. "Strange" I whispered to myself. Whether it was innocent curiosity, or a more sinister instinct I stopped myself from calling out. Padding carefully across the hallway I peaked through the door well. The bed was carefully put together and the nightstand was a mess with a collection of lotions, sprays, and makeups, in short, nothing was amiss. Before I pushed the door the rest of the way, Lilly came through the walk in closet.

She was wearing a blue tank-top, its netted fabric hugging her cute curves. Leisurely she took a seat on the bed. Tossing her auburn hair she pulled off her headphones and took out her phone. Pouting her flush lips at the camera she began snapping a couple selfies. Soon she fell back against the bed dragging up the hem of her skirt and revealing her milky white thigh framed by her knee high socks. Distracted I hadn't noticed she had taken off the straps of her shirt revealing her nipples set like pink treats on her plump breasts. Suppressing a gasp I watched as she snapped away squeezing her tits together with her arms. Despite her face playing a sultry look she probably rehearsed, her innocence betrayed her with a rosy hue painted across her cheeks. Instead of immediately stopping her I watched on, enchanted by the sight of the 18 year old teen having her way on my marriage bed. Her hand began to drift to her skirt, her digits carefully easing their way to her panties. The shy girl I knew, always buried in some book had been destroyed. Looking through the crack in the door I saw a side of her I never knew and it stirred me deeply. My anger quickly melted away and now all i felt was desire. Through the white fabric of her panties, now dampened, she serviced herself delicately. Forgetting the phone her other hand tousled her hair, making a mess of golden locks on the surface of the white sheets. As she quickened her pace the room was alighted with her soft moans. Almost automatically I found my hand travelling down to the growing bulge in my pants. Between the moans I heard her calling my name.

"Mr. Jones...Chris" now I was the one blushing. It should have taken me out of it, given me the jolt I needed to come to my senses but instead it stunned me. The suddenness of it all left me unconscious of the door. It had been slowly creaking forward until finally it was completely open. Before I could react, her face which had been turning too and fro in a burgeoning ecstasy had caught a glance at me standing dumbly in the middle of the door frame. She shot up with a scream. Tumbling over the edge of the bed she scrambled back up, her face agape and awash with red. Instinctively I averted my eyes.

"Lilly!..." I said searching frantically for any words.

"Oh god Oh my god! I can't believe...I'm sorry... I'm so sorry I didn't know you were here, I shouldn't have...oh god" she blurted out.

"I heard... what did you say just before" I whispered, my mind still a daze before I realized the stupidity of the remark.

"You didn't hear that did you, oh I'm so stupid, please, please... Chris... Mr. Jones, please don't fire me" I looked back, she was on her knees now, her arm holding up her shirt, just enough to conceal her breasts. Her face which was plastered red was now also cascading with tears. Our gazes met, a hint of fear, pleading, and shame were cast by her bloodshot blue eyes. Before I could even collect my thoughts, I heard my wife, Emma, ringing from the foyer.

"Chris?... Lilly? I'm home".