Nobody opens. Jessica decides to sneak around the house to look for someone.

“Come on!” Jessica muttered to herself, impatiently shifting her weight from one foot to the other as nothing seemed to happen on the other side of the door. Even after several seconds, there was no detectable movement inside the house and Jessica frowned.

She had not expected nobody to be home. Now that it had happened it struck her that this was a scenario she should have considered, but with the stress of the day her mind had been preoccupied with other things. Taking a step back she scanned the front of the house, looking for any telltale signs that somebody was home – illuminated rooms, open windows – but found nothing.

“Shit!” the Latina hissed, nibbling on her bottom lip as she quickly considered her options. She could leave and come back another time, but driving out here twice would take another chunk out of her schedule and was not something she was keen to do. She could leave the bottle behind, maybe attach a note for Mr. Mitchell to find, however, that would definitely take away from her ability to calm a potentially angry man who was willing to stir up trouble.

Finally, she decided to have a quick look around the house, maybe a quick glance around the back would reveal an opportunity for her to fulfill her mission here quickly and effectively and solve the entire problem within minutes.

Gripping the bottle of wine tighter Jessica spotted a path of flat stones that led across the neatly mowed lawn around the side of the house, making it easier to totter through the garden with her shiny, black Louis Vuitton pumps.

Mr. Mitchell’s garden was simple, but well kept: short grass and a high line of bushes that provided an effective visual barrier towards the neighboring houses as well as a couple of trees. Someone was definitely taking care of their garden without displaying anything overly fancy.

“Hello?!” Jessica shouted, announcing her presence as she slowly came along the side of the house and entering the backyard. Dressed as she was, in high heels and with a full bottle of wine in hand she did not think she would be mistaken for an intruder, however, she also did not want to potentially startle anyone.

The backyard seemed as empty as the house as Jessica followed the path and entered. The biggest part of the medium sized yard was taken up by a big pool which was surrounded by a tiled area with a few lounging chairs facing away from her. Shifting her attention towards the house, Jessica stepped towards the sizable glass windows, squinting her eyes to peer inside.

“Can I help you?!”

Jessica jumped and almost dropped the bottle from her hands, barely suppressing a scream when she heard the male voice coming from behind. Wide-eyed, her pulse racing, she spun around in her heels, spotting the owner of the voice.

A man in his late twenties was lounging in one of the chairs. When she had arrived the back of the chair had hidden him from her view, so she had walked right past him. Now he looked at her with a smirk, obviously amused by her startled reaction.

He was a fit man, slender and athletic, a handsome face with just a hint of stubble and mid-length light-brown hair. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses and the only other thing he was wearing was a light blue pair of swimming trunks. In one hand he held a pair of earphones – a sufficient explanation for why he had never replied to any of her calls – and in the other he held a big, smoking blunt. She obviously had interrupted a man during his end-of-day leisure time.

“Oh my God!” Jessica gasped, feeling her heart pound in her chest, “You startled me!”

That seemed to amuse the man. “Well, I live here!” he shrugged with a chuckle, “You, ma’am, suck as a burglar!”

Jessica smiled nervously and stepped closer, causing the man to cock his head slightly as if surprised. “Holy shit!” he muttered, “This weed must be stronger than expected. I am seeing celebrities…”

The lame joke did enough to ease the tension in Jessica’s gut. Realizing that she had been recognized she relaxed. “Hello, Mr. Mitchell?!” she began the little speech she had worked out on her way here, “I’m here because I heard that my daughter accidentally broke a window on your car…”

“So now you wanted to sneak into my house and bottle me over the head…”

Jessica laughed, the man’s goofy, dry humor working well to relax her. “Well, depending on how this goes, yeah,” she retorted with a smile at the half-naked man, and extended the fine wine to him, “For now I wanted to offer up the bottle as an apology…”

“Oh sweet!” Brad Mitchell sat up in his chair and took the bottle from her, grabbing a pocket knife from the small table that stood next to his chair and immediately cracked the bottle open. Jessica watched incredulous as the man took a big gulp of fine, expensive wine straight from the bottle.

“Wow, that is pretty decent!” he remarked with a smile as Jessica watched, her mouth open. He looked up and saw her staring. “Oh, sorry!” Brad Mitchell quickly said, offering her the bottle, “Want some?”

Jessica was speechless. On one hand she was glad that it seemed that there was no trouble to be expected from the relaxed, friendly man, on the other hand she realized that she might have spent 80 Dollars too much on the wine she had offered.

“No, thanks!” she declined with a smile, realizing that the entire situation offered no danger for her or her daughter’s reputation, “I gotta bounce, Mr. Mitchell, it was a pleasure! Please, get your car repaired and send the bill to the Honest Company, I will take care of that!” She smiled, ready to wrap the encounter up, her mind already working on a call she could make to Mr. Valentini as soon as she left here or getting a quick workout in on her way home. She turned to leave.

“Oh don’t be rude now, Mrs. Alba!” the young man called, “Relax, have a bit of wine with me...”

She gave him a smile, already half-turned away. She liked the young man. “I would love to, Mr. Mitchell, but I have other appointments to keep! Maybe another time…”

“Call me Brad! And it is half past seven. The only thing you need to do right now is to make sure… make sure what exactly? That I don’t sue your daughter over something my insurance is gonna pay anyway?!”

Jessica giggled, looking down. With the young man’s chilled demeanor all the worries she had had suddenly seemed rather ridiculous.

“Sit down, kick off those shoes and have a bit of your incredibly pricey wine with me!” Brad suggested, still offering her the bottle with a cheeky smile, “Make sure it’s not all wasted on a buffoon like me! Come on, it is for the good of your daughter!”

That made her laugh and she finally gave in. “Alright Mr. Mi… Brad!” she accepted the bottle and took a seat in the lounger next to the young man, slipping off her fine shoes and then, after considering for a moment, she also took of her dark blue blazer and revealed the low-cut blouse underneath. It did not escape her attention that this caught a look from the younger man, but she realized she did not mind at all. As she had approached him it had not escaped her that he was in prime physical condition, young, muscular and strong. Only fair to allow him to look as well.

Raising the bottle to him she grinned widely. “For my daughter!” she declared ceremoniously before taking a big sip of wine. It was sweet and heavy and felt amazing as it washed down her throat. As she drank she realized that her big, soft tits pushed against her blouse and captured Brad’s attention, but she did not even care, instead she even pushed her chest out even further while acting like she did not notice his look.

“Good job!” Brad grinned when she finally put down the bottle and realized that she had downed way more wine way quicker than she expected. She could feel the warmth spread in her tummy, could feel herself relax and the stress of the overly busy schedule fell off of her.

She gave him the bottle and in return he offered his joint to her. “Want some?!”

“Nah, thanks!” she declined, “I shouldn’t…”

“Why?” he snickered, “Is your boss going to make you take a **** test?”

She opened her mouth, but then realized that she did not have a good reply. ‘Because it is irresponsible’ seemed like a terrible old thing to say, so instead she simply took it from him and took a deep drag.

She had not had smoked marihuana in years and immediately realized her mistake as she broke into a coughing fit, making the young man laugh. Spurred on, she glared at him and tried again, this time taking a long deep hit.

“Alright, alright, Snoop, that’s enough!” Brad stopped her and she held the smoke in her lung for a second before slowly exhaling. All of her stress was a distant memory now as she leaned back in the comfortable lounging chair, feeling the weed and wine do their magic. Her eyes followed Brad as he put on some music using his phone, admiring his physique.