The Perfect Pet Sitter
Copyright© 2025 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 1: Finding a Sitter
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Finding a Sitter - When I needed a pet sitter for my grumpy cat and two tropical fish, I posted a notice in our laundry room. That turned out to be like casting bait into a pond and catching a mermaid. Charlie was a cute, vivacious 16-year-old who shared more than an interest in my pets with me. When she discovered my porn collection, things really got interesting.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Spanking Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Voyeurism
I like my job, the pay is good, and the work is rewarding. It’s not just another dull office job, sitting at a desk, writing computer code. I had one of those after I graduated from college. After a couple of years, I found a position with a company that designs systems for payroll and HR. Still boring, but after working there for a while, I transitioned from systems analysis to sales. My new position requires frequent out-of-town trips, sometimes for several days at a time. Since I’m single and don’t have any other encumbrances, I don’t mind the travel. The only problem I have is the care and feeding of two expensive tropical fish, left behind by a former girlfriend after a messy breakup, and a cat, another ‘gift’ from a former lover. Yeah, my career is going great, but my love life, not so much.
For the first year or so that I was on the road a lot, I had a very nice, sweet widow named Gladys who took care of my pets. She lived in the same apartment complex as I did, which made it easy for her to check in on my cat, named Oscar, because he can be grouchy, and my fish, whom I never bothered to name because I couldn’t tell them apart. Unfortunately, Gladys decided to go live with her sister in Arizona, leaving me in need of a dependable sitter.
I had a trip coming up, so I was getting desperate to find a new sitter. I had seen flyers posted on the bulletin board in our laundry room complex and decided to give that a try. I was surprised to receive a call that evening from a young woman who expressed interest in the position. In a breathless voice that young women sometimes get when they are excited about something, she told me her name was Charlene, but everyone called her Charlie, and she was interested in the job. I told her to come over later to talk about it.
From the sound of her voice, I built up my hopes, expecting her to be a cute teen, kind of like one of the girls in the porn I watched. Yeah, I was that guy. When she showed up a few minutes later, it was like for once my wicked imagination had been on target. Charlie looked just like I thought she would. She had a round face with high cheekbones, blue-gray eyes, and jet-black hair tied up in a shoulder-length ponytail, and bangs! I love bangs, especially when they frame such an attractive face.
She was a little over five feet tall, slim but not skinny. She was wearing red cycling shorts, the kind that are really tight. I had to slap myself to not stare at her very prominent camel toe. Why do parents let their daughters wear something like that when they are meeting someone she had never met before? Then I reminded myself that she had no idea what kind of creep she was meeting, and was only looking for a part-time job.
Her legs were gorgeous; slim, tautly muscled thighs and slender calves. When I finally tore my eyes away from that part of her body, I noticed she was wearing a sweatshirt from one of the local high schools. I pretended that I was looking at the name of the school when actually I was gauging the size of the breasts under the shirt. What I could see led me to guess that she was a budding B-cup, just what I like.
After I invited her in and we got through the small talk, I decided to get down to business. In my mind, I had already decided to hire Charlie based solely on her appearance, but I felt it was fair to conduct a full interview. I wanted her to know what she was getting into. “This isn’t like a full-time job,” I warned her. “I have to go out of town occasionally for business, and that’s when I need somebody, so it’s very much part-time. But I do pay well.”
“That’s okay. I really like animals, and I’m already a pet sitter for the Reynold’s two dogs,” she explained. That’s when I realized where I had seen her before. It was on my way to work one day when I saw her struggling to hold the leashes attached to two large dogs. I figured that if she could handle those two monsters, my grumpy cat and two expensive fish would be no challenge for her.
“All I need is a little extra money,” she explained. “I just turned sixteen a few months ago, and after I got my license my parents bought me a car, but I have to come up with the gas money, or it’s back to riding my bike everywhere.” That explained the great-looking legs and the bike shorts.
I gave her a quick tour of my apartment, a two-bedroom unit that was similar to the one where she and her parents lived. I don’t know why I felt it was necessary to show her my bedroom, wishful thinking, maybe? Right away, her attention was drawn not to my bed (damn it) but to my desktop computer.
“Man, that’s a big screen. Do you need that much space?” she asked.
“It’s for work,” I told her. “It lets me open several windows at once.”
“You must get a nice breeze in here when you do that,” she said.
It took me a second to get what she was talking about. When I finally got her joke, it only made me like her more. Not only was she pretty and smart, but she also had a good sense of humor. That was a trifecta.
“And I’m guessing you have a fast internet connection too,” she said.
“The fastest I can get here. My company pays for it.”
We went back to my living room, and I showed her my fish. When I started to tell her how and when to feed them, she stopped me and said, “I’ve had tropical fish since I was ten. In fact, I even have a couple like yours now.”
By now, Oscar had decided to come out of hiding and check out the visitor. He can be hard to get along with, but he and Charlie seemed to bond right away. “As long as you clean his litter box twice a day and feed him, he’s pretty mellow. You might not even see him,” I told her. It was obvious from how he was already rubbing against her ankles and purring that he had the same taste in women as I did.
After discussing a few more details, it was a done deal; I had a cute teen as a pet sitter. Hiring her was one of the easiest things I had done in a long time. The fact that she was smokin’ hot had nothing to do with it, your honor. I gave her a copy of the keys to my front door and told her I would let her know when I would need her services. As she was leaving I couldn’t resist watching her walk away. Her well-rounded butt looked amazing in those shorts, and from the way she seemed to give her hips a little extra twitch, I think she knew I was checking her out. I almost regretted not being able to see her more often, but then I reminded myself that she was a minor and I was nine years older than she was. I walked back into my apartment and closed the door. I looked at Oscar and told him, “You lucked out. Be good to her, I think she’s a keeper.” As usual, he ignored me and padded off down the hall to his favorite nap place, my bed.
Things with Charlie started fine. She was reliable. Oscar’s litter boxes were always clean, and his new sitter even swept up the bit of debris he kicked out when he was finished doing his business. I never came home to find fish floating on the top of the aquarium. The only downside was that I only got to see her for a few minutes when she came to collect her pay.
The third time she showed up to get paid, instead of just taking the money and leaving, she took a moment to ask me for a favor.”It’s a big one,” she started, “and if you say no, I won’t be upset.”
“Just spit it out, Charlie.”
“When I’m here taking care of things, can I use your computer for schoolwork? The fast connection will save me time when I’m doing research.” I guess she could tell that I was still hesitant, so she added, “I know what I’m doing. I’ll clear my search history and bring a thumb drive to store anything I download. You won’t even know I was using it.”
Since she was already spending time in my place when I was gone, I didn’t see any harm in letting her use it. “Sure, if that will help you, go ahead. You can even use the printer. My employer pays for the ink and paper.”
“Thanks,” she said, giving me a thousand-watt smile, the same one she always gave me when I paid her.