How [F]orced cat-sitting led to me “borrowing” my neighbor’s dildo

Although I’d love to have a cat, my mother is allergic. So, when the neighbors were looking for someone to cat-sit while they were away for three weeks, my mother, of course, volunteered me. Without asking. I begrudgingly agreed.

They left late Sunday night, so I went over yesterday to play with the cats. As soon as I turned the key and entered their impressively large house, I made a couple realizations:

– since my neighbors stressed the importance of playing and socializing with the cat to my mom, I could stay there as long as I wanted

– I could smoke weed in their backyard with total privacy!

– I could rifle through their stuff

I know some of y’all will bulk at the last realization, thinking it immoral. You better stop reading now then.

After I smoked a joint in the backyard and played with the cats for a while, I started snooping.

The family owns a major hardware / feed store in town, and they had a lot of nice art on the walls. The family consisted of a three sons and a daughter, and the parents. Their daughter, Claire, is two years older than me. As kids, we’d all hang out as neighbors, but as we grew up, we drifted into our own friend groups. Although I never had a crush on her, Claire was always one of the prettier girls at school: long blonde hair, a volleyball player’s bubble butt, striking blue eyes, etc etc etc

I went to her room first, since the parent’s bedroom still seemed forbidden, and the boy’s room seemed boring.

Her bedroom resembled a magazine spread of a popular girl’s bedroom: plastered in pink, long-loved stuffed animals on the bed, too many pillows, pictures of her friends and families on a corkboard over her desk, a decent sized TV in the corner, a family heirloom looking dresser.

I went straight for the dresser. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t explicitly looking for something naughty: slutty underwear, hidden drugs, def toys. And for real, I struck gold.

In the top right drawer, buried amongst socks and some no frills panties, I spied a red rubber dildo. My heart started to race. And I suddenly felt nervous and excited and deeply turned on.

I exhumed the toy. It was pretty big, as far as I could tell from what I’d seen online, a dark red, and made of a semi-hard rubber. I sniffed the tip, and it faintly, faintly smelt like my own pussy, though a little richer almost, sweeter in a way, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. And a shockwave rippling from my nose to my pussy.

To reiterate what I’ve written elsewhere, I’ve always been too nervous to buy a sex toy, because my parents are noisy, I live at home, and my small town doesn’t have anything like a sex shop. And here I was: holding a ruby red dildo, smelling the sweet juices of my sexy neighbor.

Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was my extreme horniness, which has been intensified by posting my little stories here on Reddit, but I wanted to finally feel a real toy, instead of the stolen vegetables from the fridge. The dildo was ribbed and thick and I couldn’t stop smelling it. In the back of the dresser draw, I also found a pack of cigarettes (smelling, I was sad to discover it was only tobacco and not secret joints), a pair of handcuffs (!!!), and a large bottle of lube.

I took the dildo to the bathroom and washed it off lightly. I may have been high and horny, but still wanted to be clean ?

I went back to her bed and laid down, careful not to disturb too many of the pillows. I took off my shorts and my panties, and then decided to go all the way and take my shirt and bra off as well. Being in her room felt sort of like being in public, somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be touching myself, and this got be even more excited and turned on.

I applied a little bit of lube (honestly not sure if I needed it, given my already creamy cunt), laid on my back, and positioned the head of the toy right against my pussy lips. I rubbed it around my lips and clit, it felt similar to hairbrush handle and cucumber, until I started to push the dildo inside me. The shape and ribbing felt incredible, and the toy slide in, and filled me up, even after I only put it in an inch or two. It was so hard inside me and the ribbing tickled my insides like nothing I had experienced. With my thumbing dutifully rubbing my clit, I pushed the toy in a little farther, and then slowly drew it back out. Waves of pleasure crashed through me, as I quickly picked up speed on my rubbing and sliding. In and out, in and out, the ruby rubber cock pressed and pulled at my pussy in unexplainable ways.

All the thrills mixed together, and I came embarrassingly quickly. I laid there, breathing and moaning heavily, no one in the house to hear me, I let myself go, and moaned and nearly screamed as the orgasm hit and my pussy clamped down on the ridges.

After I caught my breath, I realized I left a wet spot on her bed! I knew they weren’t home for three weeks, so I wetted some paper towels and dabbed at it. Remind me to check on it later ?

I was really really tempted to take the toy home, but feared my parents would somehow find it. I rinsed it off again, and replaced the toy and lube.

I can’t wait to go see those adorable cats again tonight!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cbkssb/how_forced_catsitting_led_to_me_borrowing_my