Monday was a beautiful May day.. Well, if you ignore the brown haze that seemed to be between where I lived and the San Gabriel mountains, I think it was (geography is not one of my strong suits!). Therefore, I decided to go to a mall that was in a town with the word, "beach" in it. It took me three buses and an equal  number of hours (god, talk about tedious!) and I was dropped off in front of the mall, albeit on the curb of the street near the main entrance and not at the front door at just past noon. After walking a hundred yards on the sidewalk in bare feet on a warm day, I followed another shopper inside, the air conditioning hitting my naked skin and making my nipples erect, though nobody could see that.

I used the bathroom and padded around the various shops. The mall wasn't all that busy and so the workers at the various shops tended to be rather inattentive. I went into this one cake shop and wolfed down a super delicious piece of cheesecake from behind the counter while the two girls who were supposed to be watching out for customers were chatting with each other 30 feet from where I was.

I stealthily exited that place and saw a group of three "Housewives of Orange County" types sitting in a booth in one of the restaurants. They had several bags of clothes and shoes at their feet as well as designer purses, so they were obviously running up their husbands' credit cards. That must be nice, but why is all that cash wasted on the retarded? Anyway, I slid into the booth right behind one of them and reached over and gave her fake boobs (which had all the feminine texture of bike tires) a squeeze from over her top. She squealed and looked back at me. I grinned and flipped her off, but she didn't see any of it and her friends wondered what the hell that noise she made was about. Then I attempted to slide my hands into her top and under her bra and she whipped her head around again. This incident kinda freaked her out and she told her friends she wanted to leave.

Since she was driving, her companions had no choice and everyone, including me, piled into her luxury car and transported her girlfriends and then herself home. She pulled into the garage of her McMansion and entered the house. I gave it a few minutes before I got out of the car and, after cocking my ear to the door and not hearing anything, I gingerly pushed it open enough for me to insinuate myself into her house. What I would do next would be determined by where she was and what she was doing. I walked upstairs as quietly as I could and found her in what appeared to be her family room, where she was on her cellphone. Her and her husband were going to a dinner party that night. Great! That meant I could go caveman, or in my case, cavewoman, on her fridge! However, it would also depend on whether her kids, if she had any, were going to be home. Also, would an alarm system's motion sensor, if they had one, pick up on me?

90 minutes later, her son, who I learned was named Brett, came home from school. For fun, I followed him up to his room, where he took a bag of pot out from under his bedsheet and put it in his pocket. Well, for sure, he intended to be gone. He was decently cute, around six feet and proportionate for his weight and maybe 16-17 years old. He told his mom, who was actually his step mom, I think, since he called her by her first name, Christine, he was going to his buddy's house. She passively said "okay" and he was gone. No other kids entered the house after that.

Her husband, though, did and he immediately went into the shower, as she did, though separately, and changed into more expensive and formal attire. He was at least 15 years her senior, so it was easy to determine what this marriage was all about.

They left at 6:30 and I cooked dinner for one at their expense. They had a great chocolate cake in there and I gorged on a big old piece of that. But before I chowed down on it, I made myself some pasta and gobbled it down. I also enjoyed a nice glass of wine with my meal from their wine cellar. Then I threw the dishes in the dishwasher, washed them and put them away. Aren't I a great guest? I was interested to see if they would notice the chunk of chocolate cake missing.

I debated whether or not I should leave at that point. It was getting cool now since it was just before nine. It was definitely going to be harder to get into somebody else's house that late, so I chose to stay. All three of them came back around 11, Brett before his folks, and I tailed him to his room. He was obviously high and turned the light out perhaps to make his parents believe he was asleep. But I was horny and as soon as that light went out I dipped my hand into the opening of his boxers and placed his thing between my middle and index fingers and leisurely stroked it. "Oooohhhh fuuucccck" he enthused in a very dreamy fashion. Now I had never used drugs, but from what I had read, pot seems to make you passive, so I thought I had a good probability to get what I wanted.

His cock slowly grew and over a period of about 15 minutes it was at what I believed to be full mast, though I couldn't precisely eyeball it in the dark. I very gradually pulled his boxers down to his knees and straddled him. I took his cock in my hand and pointed it at my opening. I let out a suppressed moan as my love gulley sank down on it while his sigh was more emphatic. I pumped my hips up and down and felt that heavenly friction inside me. I did all I could to manage the volume of my breathing and moaning. I certainly couldn't pick up a pillow and shove my face into it because of the possible sudden freak out factor. Brett continued to just lay there while I satisfied myself on his fuck stick, his mushroom head carving a very pleasurable path for me. The minutes passed and I was at orgasm's door. It hit me like a freight train and I had both hands over my mouth as makeshift silencers while I frantically ground my vaginal walls against his dick.

My brain continued to desperately want the friction and I fucked myself to a second orgasm that just about ate me alive. He still showed no signs of being ready to cum and I carried on because I couldn't have him do me missionary or doggy since he was in no shape for it. The third orgasm arrived and departed. Finally, his breathing became more raspy and  then I felt a warm, watery surge inside me as he shot his youthful sperm upward against my cervix. I collapsed on top of him and held him. Then I heard him begin to snore. I rolled myself off of him and nudged him toward one side of the bed. Once I got enough room, I cuddled him while his cum leaked out of my pink slot. I honestly could have gone to sleep right then and there, but I knew that I couldn't be in bed with him, even while invisible, when he awoke in the morning.

Like I did at the previous house I had stayed at, I found an unused bedroom, curled up in it and went to sleep. I didn't get up until nearly 10 a.m. I made the bed and snuck out of the room only to find that there was nobody home. Not knowing when they would be back, I risked taking a shower and then consumed part of a prepared salad that was in the fridge. I went back upstairs, looked out the window to check that the coast was clear as far as people around in the neighborhood was concerned and split.

I walked around the gated community for a couple of hours and even spent a little while swimming in its deserted pool. A ton of the homes were either for sale or in foreclosure or both due to either investors who were losing money and thus needed to unload the bad assets or rich people walking away from their underwater mortgages. Sometime later, the kids of the people who owned/rented the homes in the enclave returned from school.

I followed one nice looking girl, who was probably about 16, into her house. There was nobody else home. Then here comes her dog, a little Pomeranian. Cute as hell, but it could obviously smell me and hear my footsteps and was sitting there barking at me. Of course, the girl had no idea what the dog was reacting to and yelled at it to shut up. I knew this was a possibility and I tried to make sure I wasn't walking into a house with dogs, especially those who might jump on me or claw me or worse. I sat on her bed and the mutt jumped on top of it and continued its histrionic warnings to its owner. I scratched its back and it barked with renewed vigor because it couldn't see what it was feeling and sniffing. I stroked its head and it began to settle down as I watched the girl change into a bikini. She had nice round large B cups-small C cups and was totally shaved with long black hair, hazel eyes and a thin nose that sat atop a proportionate body. She was another one of these women who was sort of cute but not beautiful.

She went down to the swimming pool. I stayed in the house because it was air conditioned and it was hot outside. I found the dog's treats and fed it a couple and that pretty much silenced it. It went back upstairs and laid down in the bed of the master bedroom. There was some sliced pastrami in the refrigerator and I also found some bread and mustard, so I made myself a sandwich. Of course, as soon as the dog's nose got a whiff of that, it was downstairs in a flash. I fed it a couple small pieces of pastrami and then gobbled the sandwich down, chasing it with some milk. The canine scampered back upstairs wagging its tail. It looked like I had made a friend.