AirBnB Winter Getaway Ch. 01 on HotGuySecret
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This story is fictional, all characters are of legal age.
Story Summary:
Mike is a tech guy who leads a team of AI specialists and developers. His team members are scattered around the country, and many of them work from their home office.
After a particularly cold winter in Chicago, Mike gets the “OK” from the company CEO to work remotely. With his new freedom in hand, Mike decides to rent an AirBnB in Florida and spend the winter months in warm sunshine.
Mike rents a nice two-bedroom rambler in an upscale Naples neighborhood. The Rambler has a private back yard with a heated pool and a half a dozen chairs and recliners scattered about the pool deck. It’s the perfect setting to escape the cold.
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Arriving at the Spring Rental
I raced down HI way 75 with the top down on my rented BMW. The sun warming the skin on my forehead just above my sunglasses, my brown hair blowing in the wind, I was soaking in the warmth of a beautiful Florida day. I had a 20-minute drive to the AirBnB I had rented in North Naples just a few blocks away from Vanderbilt beach. I was excited to see if the place matched the photos I had seen online.
First, I needed to stop for some provisions prior to my arrival. I made my exit and noticed a Publix grocery store in a large complex just across the road from the home I had rented. I pulled in and stocked up on some groceries and then pulled around the corner to a small liquor store to stock up on some of my favorite summertime drink provisions. In just under 30 minutes, I was all stocked up and back in the car for the short drive to the house.
As I pulled into the neighborhood, there were rows and rows of ramblers. Some were the original version built in the 1960’s and some were brand new homes that were built on the lot after the original home had been scraped and leveled. I followed my phone’s directions until I pulled into a nice new home with bright white stucco and a two-story entry. It was indeed a grand home.
After fumbling with the combination, I was finally inside. I left my luggage in the car and carried my groceries through the large open great room into the kitchen near the back of the house. The floor plan was completely open, providing full views of the backyard pool from both the great room and the kitchen. I put the groceries away so they wouldn’t spoil and then returned to my car to grab the box of booze and mixers. I stacked those on the bar across from the kitchen counters and made the final trip to the car to collect my luggage.
The place was impressive. The interior was decorated in beachy whites and blues. The kitchen had upscale appliances and granite counter tops. Marble floors throughout kept the upscale theme going. A short hallway led out of the great room into the master bedroom and a small second bedroom I would use as my office for Zoom calls. The master bedroom had large patio doors that led out to the pool. These patio doors matched the set in the kitchen. Their design allowed them to fold back and open the entire room to the outside.
The pool area was fenced and completely shrouded by lush palm trees. I could not see any of the surrounding homes on either side or behind me. It was very private, almost feeling like an exclusive, secluded spa or hotel. I sat in one of the lounge chairs for a moment and enjoyed the heat of the afternoon sun.
“Time to relax!” I said to myself, and I headed into the bedroom to change into my swim trunks and a t-shirt.
I arranged all my clothes in the closet and dresser then stepped out of my travel clothes and into a comfortable pair of swim trunks and a t-shirt. Once comfortably clad, I headed back to the bar to pour myself my first cocktail of my adventure. With a nice strong rum and coke in hand, I headed out to the pool with the guestbook in hand.
I opened the guestbook from the host that gave all the information about the place.
• Garbage pickup was Monday and Thursday.
• The gardener arrived on Tuesday.
• The pool guy arrived on Wednesday.
• The cleaning lady stopped by every other Friday.
• Pool heating instructions were easy to understand.
• HVAC instructions were unnecessary but included.
• The Sonos sound system was easily connected via Bluetooth.
“Jesus, this place is grand central station,” I mumbled to myself as a took a long sip of my rum and coke.
I had thrown the large patio doors open so the pool and kitchen became one huge indoor/outdoor space. The Sonos system was up and running and the pool fountain was burbling creating the perfect environment.
“This is going to be an awesome couple of months,” I congratulated myself, “I can’t believe it took me this long to arrange this.”
Meeting My New Neighbor
I spent the afternoon sitting by the pool, enjoying a series of progressively stronger rum and cokes. Just before sundown, I decided I better move the garbage to the curb before I forgot. I walked outside barefoot, in my swim-trunks and t-shirt, with my drink in hand, ice clinking around in the glass. I grabbed the garbage can with one hand and started rolling it to the curb. As I passed the hedge at the end of the driveway, I noticed the neighbor taking her garbage out at the same time.
“Someone looks pretty relaxed,” I heard a friendly female voice say, “it must be your first day of vacation.”
I turned to find a cute, mid-forties blonde woman looking at me as both hands moved her garbage can into position at the end of her driveway.
“Actually, I’m going to be working remotely down here for a few months,” I answered, “but yes this is my first day.”
“I’m Mike, by the way,” I said holding out my hand to shake.
“Joni,” the blonde said, smiling and holding out her hand, “I know your host Kristi, she’s great, but she still hasn’t let me in to see the place since she finished the remodel.”
“We’ll, I’d be glad to show it to you,” I offered, “why don’t you stop over for a cocktail sometime and I’ll show you and your husband around.”
“Oh, it would just be me,” Joni replied, “there is no Mr. Joni,” she said laughing.
“Well, the offer still stands,” I shot back, “but I have a strict dress attire.”
“Oh, do you,” Joni said smiling, “black tie, or more like what you have on now?”
“Swimwear required,” I answered with a wry smile, “I don’t like to be underdressed around guests and the house is really built for pool entertaining.”
“I see,” Joni replied with a polite smile, “we’ll have to get something on the calendar. Zillow lists your place for almost $60K more than mine and I want to understand why.”
“Grab your suit and c’mon over!” I laughed.
“It’s already getting dark,” Joni explained, “I want to see it during the day. Besides Kristi covered the place with so much vegetation that you could be wandering around the pool naked, and I wouldn’t know it.”
“I’ll have you know I’m a model citizen, Ma’am,” I feigned insult, “I don’t make a habit of galivanting around naked in stranger’s homes.”
“You know what I meant,” Joni laughed, “take another sip of that cocktail and calm yourself down, I can smell the rum from over here!”
“I better head back in before I leave you with a less than stellar first impression,” I smiled, turning back towards the house.
“You left a fine impression,” Joni smiled, “I’m glad you’re not some corporate stuffed shirt; you’d drive me nuts for the next few weeks.”
“Let me know when you want that tour, young lady,” I replied and waved over my shoulder as I headed back to the house.
“She seems like she’d be fun to fuck,” I thought to myself as I walked back into my place, “I’m going to add that to my to-do list.”
I walked back to the bar to freshen my drink and then headed out to the pool to enjoy the sitting area and watch an NBA game on the large outdoor TV. As the game droned on the background, my mind returned to my neighbor, Joni. Specifically, I was thinking about how she said that I could be naked back here and she would never know.
I got up from my lounge chair and walked around the pool area, drink still in hand. The entire area was covered by a tall cedar fence that created privacy up to about 6 feet. Above that, the palms were so thick, that I couldn’t see the homes on either side of the fence. Besides most of the homes were also ramblers, so I didn’t need to worry about neighbors looking down from above.
Alcohol Fueled Inhibition
I took another sip from my fifth cocktail of the evening and started to think about proving Joni’s point. I put my drink down and took off my T-shirt. Then, I looked around a bit and decided to drop my swim trunks as well. I grabbed both items of clothing and walked, naked back into the house. I put my trunks and shirt away neatly in my bedroom dresser and returned to the pool area unencumbered by clothing.
I took a dip in the pool and felt the freedom of swimming around in the darkness with my cock hanging out. By the time I got out of the pool, my cock was rock hard, swinging back and forth as I walked over to the lounge chair. I was drunk and horny in my private back yard, fully enjoying the warm Florida air.
I turned off the large outdoor TV and focused on my erect, 7-inch cock. I reached down and started stroking myself with one hand while sipping on my cocktail with the other. I imagined Joni, naked, on her knees, sucking my big cock for me while I watched. I knew it would be just a matter of time before I had her just where I wanted her. It was going to be a great couple of months.
“That’s right, suck my cock, Joni,” I moaned under my breath as my fantasy unfolded, “make me cum and I’ll show you the rest of the house.”
I pictured my hands grabbing Joni’s head and pushing her down until I was deep in her throat. I could hear her groan and gag a little as I forced her to take my full 7″ member.
“You’re such a good girl, Joni,” I moaned, “look at you take it all like that, you’re going to make me cum.”
Meanwhile my hand was making long, rapid strokes over the length of my shaft. I had passed the point of no return. My alcohol fueled lust driving me into a frenzy. I was going to cum and I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be the last time this evening.
“Oh Joni,” I moaned as the first jets of cum exploded onto my stomach and chest.
I kept stroking myself as stream after stream of hot semen shot into the air, landing all over me. Even as my orgasm was subsiding, I kept stroking working myself into a frenzy again. My wet cock now making sloppy noises as I continued stroking working to deliver a second orgasm.
My mind shifted from fucking Joni’s mouth to fucking her ass. In my drunken state, my mind was an almost limitless source of depravity. I had just met my neighbor and I was already fantasizing about sodomizing her in multiple degrading ways.
“Show me that ass, Joni,” I muttered under my breath as my hand continued to stroke my cum covered cock.
“Beg for it, Joni, beg me to assfuck you in my backyard,” I groaned, my eyes now small slits as I worked to conjure the image in my head.
I imagined Joni on all fours with me lining up behind her, pushing the head of my cock against her little pink pucker.
“I can’t wait to bury my cock in that tight ass of yours, Joni,” I hissed as I clinched my teeth preparing to shoot another load in just under 2 minutes.
In my mind’s eye, I watched my hard cock enter Joni’s tight little ass. It was glorious. I couldn’t hold back my second load of the evening and I exploded again. My body writhed as I emptied my balls all over myself. The orgasm shook my body violently and I spasmed uncontrollably in the lounge chair next to the pool. It seemed to last for a few minutes and when it was over, I was drunk and exhausted.
Drunk and satisfied, I fell asleep by the pool, naked and covered in my own cum. It was almost 3 a.m.
Morning Arrives with a Shock
I felt something poke my shoulder, and I opened my eyes blinded by the morning sun. Standing over me was the gardener, he had poked me with the end of a rake he was holding in his hand. It took me a moment to remember where I was and what had happened the night before. In seconds, I remembered that I had passed out naked covered in cum the night before. Now I was being found by the gardener, a total stranger.
“Holy fuck!” I jumped up trying to cover my privates with my hands, “who the hell are you?”
“I’m the gardener,” the man said in a thick Spanish accent, “are you a good cocksucker?”
I looked at the man in shock. He was about 5’5″ tall, 160lbs, dark tan skin. He was wearing a ball cap and work gloves along with a short sleeve shirt and jeans. He had one hand on the rake and the other hand was rubbing his crotch. His creepy smile made me very uneasy.
“I’m not a cocksucker, I’m the renter,” I insisted as I made my way toward the kitchen.
I flew through the kitchen and into my bedroom looking to put on some clothes. I was hoping this entire situation would be forgotten. I opened the dresser and found all my clothes were missing. I rushed over to the closet and found the same result. The closet was completely empty. I panicked.
After a few seconds, I walked back out to the kitchen with my hand over my crotch.
“Where are my clothes, asshole?” I shouted at the gardener.
“I think they might have been stolen when you were sleeping,” the gardener smiled, “seems like you don’t like to wear them anyway,” he laughed.
“This isn’t funny,” I shouted, trying to control the fear in my voice, “I’m going to call the cops.”
“Go ahead,” the gardener shrugged, “I’ll be out in front mowing the lawn. When the cops get here, I’ll just play dumb, and you’ll be the one standing there naked.”
“What the fuck do you want,” I pleaded with the grinning man.
“I want you to answer my question,” the gardener laughed, leaning his rake against the house.
“What question?” I asked, frustrated and angry.
“Are you a good cocksucker?” the gardener asked smiling again and rubbing his crotch, “If you want your clothes back, I think you’re going to be.”
“I don’t suck cock,” I argued, “just give me my clothes back, I can pay you.”
“The owner pays me,” the gardener said, “I need my cock sucked.”
“Fuck off,” I sneered, “I’m not sucking your cock.”
“Suit yourself,” the gardener said, shaking his head, “I’ll just leave you here naked until you agree to my terms. My buddy the pool guy will be here tomorrow, and if you don’t make a deal with me today, I’m sure he’s going to want in on the action too. What are you going to do when he finds you naked here tomorrow?”
My mind was racing. This bastard had me trapped. I was in a strange town, in a strange house in a very compromised position. I had to buy time to figure something out.
“I’ll take my chances,” I said, “I will find some clothes by tomorrow, now get the fuck out of here.”
“I need to finish my work here first,” the gardener clarified, “I guess you’ll have to face my buddy tomorrow if you’re still naked. I might stop by just to watch.”
The gardener went back to finish his work in the yard. While he mowed the grass, I jumped on to amazon to see if I could order clothes for same day delivery. Unfortunately, the best I could do was to have a pair of swim trunks and some t-shirts delivered by 6pm the following day. I heard the mower stop and heard the leaf blower start up.
Soon, the gardener was in the back yard finishing up around the pool. I hid out in the bedroom until I heard him yelling from the kitchen.
“Hey cocksucker!” the gardener was yelling, “come out here, we need to talk before I leave.”
I opened the bedroom door and walked into kitchen with a bath towel around my waist. I couldn’t believe what I saw. The gardener was standing there with his jeans open and his hard cock jutting out from his body. It was big, and thick, and uncut. It was easily 2 inches larger than my cock and much thicker.
“I just thought I’d make it easy for you,” the gardener said, “just get over here, get on your knees and suck this big Latin cock. I’ll give you your clothes back and we’ll forget all about this.”
I was staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen. I’d never seen a Latin cock before, I wondered if they were all so prodigiously hung. I started to panic as my own cock started to engorge. I was sure I wasn’t gay, but this guy was sporting a superhuman sized piece of man meat.
“C’mon, man, you know you want this,” he laughed, “white collar guys are all the same, you love big cocks. Just blow me and I’ll go to the truck and get your clothes.”
“No,” I said softly, in a non-convincing voice that I couldn’t believe was my own.
“If this goes further, I’m going to raise the stakes,” the gardener cautioned, “maybe tomorrow my buddy needs his cock sucked too.”
“Just leave,” I said, my voice trembling with both fear and arousal, “I’m not going to blow you.”
“Well enjoy your time here today,” the gardener said, “I guess you’ll be spending the day naked. I’ll let my buddy know I’ll join him tomorrow when he comes to clean the pool.”
The creepy gardener zipped up his pants, turned and left. I heard the pool gate clang shut and I watched as he got in his truck and drove away, presumably with all my clothing.
I had a conference call at 1 p.m. that I would need to do with the camera off. I was at a loss for what I was going to do all alone in the house naked except for a bath towel. My Amazon clothes would not arrive until almost 10pm tomorrow evening. This was a terrible situation.
Trapped and Afraid
I finished my morning conference call and wandered around my house wearing only a bath towel. After an hour or so, I just let the bath towel go and wandered around the house naked. If I wasn’t so frightened and frustrated by the situation I was in, it might have been exciting to be part of my own nudist colony. But with the gardener’s threat looming, there was no thrill only fear and anger.
I knew that my Amazon clothes would not arrive until late tomorrow evening, so I knew I was going to have to face both the gardener and the pool guy in the morning. As I thought about it more, I realized that these two men couldn’t force me to do anything. It might be awkward, but I could just keep telling them “No” until my clothes arrived, and I could leave the house and go buy a new wardrobe.
Fortunately, I had no other calls scheduled for the day, so I didn’t need to worry about explaining why my camera was off during my zoom calls. It was already mid-day, and the sun was flooding the pool area with warm heat.
“What the fuck, I might as well get a tan,” I said to myself.
I poured myself a glass of ice water and headed out to one of the lounge chairs by the pool. After about 45 minutes, I heard the doorbell ring.
“Who the fuck is that?” I said in disgust, “I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around my waist and walked to the front door. I looked through the peep hole and saw Joni standing there in a beach cover up.
“Hi Joni,” I yelled through the front door, “I’m on a conference call right now.”
“I saw your garbage can was still at the end of the driveway, so I pulled it up for you.” Joni replied, “I thought I’d take you up on that offer for a house tour.”
Normally, I would be excited to have this milf show up wearing her bathing suit to see my house, but today, I was trapped wearing only a bath towel.
“That’s so nice of you Joni,” I said through the door, “I’m slammed with meetings today and tomorrow, but I’d love to show you the place anytime on Thursday, will that work for you.”
“I don’t know, I’m pretty busy myself,” Joni replied, “I’m kind of a big deal around here you know.”
I laughed at Joni’s humor; I was really starting to like this neighbor of mine.
“Well, if you can wait until Thursday, I will not only give you a tour, but I will cook you dinner,” I offered, “My grilling skills make Bobby Flay look like a fry cook.”