Crap. Has someone broken in? he thought.
Debating whether to call the police, he thought it would be best to check and make sure someone was even there. For all he knew it was a raccoon having flipped the flimsy window lock.
He’d made that mistake when he was 14. He’d gone running to his father saying somebody broke into the guest house. His dad had grabbed his handgun and gone running over, ready to confront an armed assailant only to get attacked by an irritated raccoon. Five stitches later, his dad never let him live it down.
Aaron approached the house slowly, not wanting to make any noise, just in case it was a big animal, or even a burglar. peaking in the window, he found a shape moving inside. The lights were off.
Aaron ducked down out of view of the window.
Shit. Something’s in there. Should I go in?
He could hear heavy breathing slight moans that sounded like an irritated cat.
Heart racing, he decided to quietly open the door and flip the lights on. If it was a burglar he could always sprint back to the house and call the police. If it was a raccoon, he’d become pretty good at shooing them out.
I’ve got to get that window lock replaced.
He quietly opened the door and reached his hand up to the light switch. His heart racing, he flipped it on.
“Aaah!” yelled a surprised feminine voice.
Kneeling on the bed, with her knees spread apart was a beautiful blonde sitting astride a muscular form. Her skirt and panties casually discarded on the floor. Her blouse had most of the upper buttons undone and was pulled down, wrapped loosely around her waist. Her bra had been taken off, leaving her perfect breasts exposed to the chilly air now drifting in from the open door. Nipples raised and firm.
At first Aaron didn’t recognize her. He thought maybe a couple of teenagers or college students had broken into the place looking for a place to get their kicks. It was after a few of moments that he could focus his eyes away from the tight tan body and round breasts up to the face of the intruder.
April?
April’s breasts were slightly pushed together by her arms as she leaned forward, braced against the chest of an unknown figure. Aaron didn’t know him. If he had bothered to look closer, he might have recognized him as Zac, a cashier at a local third-hand books store. All Aaron could see was a mess of greasy black hair and two muscular arms reaching forward, hands clasping April’s buttocks. His grip was tight enough to push some of the color out of her well tanned skin.
She sat up suddenly, letting her round breasts drift apart with a light bounce.
“Aaron!” April said in shock.
She and Zac both looked over at Aaron with his jaw hanging loose. Zac looked back at April, stupidly, as if to say, “did you know he was coming?”
April glanced back and forth for a moment before staring Aaron straight in the eyes. She let out a chuckle. An impish smirk crept up the side of her mouth and her expression darkened.
What’s this? Aaron wondered. He still couldn’t comprehend the appalling image laid out before him.