Kathy's heart thumped with wild excitement as she found herself alone in the big, sprawling house, and she found herself pretending that the house was hers. For some reason she got the urge to rip off all her clothes and run around the house naked, to scamper naked up the stairs and slide down the smooth, polished banister like a young girl. It was the same urge she used to get as a teenager when some young stud would take her out of town to some secluded wooded spot to fuck her. She would tear off all her clothes and make him chase her until it tackled her, felled her, and rammed her between the legs. Those had been the days! Unfortunately, those days had ended the day she and Otto Finn had started going steady. Since that day she hadn't been fucked by any cock but his – if what Otto did could even be called fucking!

As much as she felt like taking off all her clothes, Kathy didn't dare do so. What if Lois Chapman had forgot something and returned home to discover her new housekeeper running around the house naked? What if the man of the house, Fred Chapman, came home? Or Randy? She'd be fired before she even got started. She compromised her desire by kicking off her shoes and doing the dishes barefoot. Going barefoot was a liberating feeling, one that gave her a tingle between the cuntlips in the same way that going naked did.

When she finished the dishes, Kathy decided to explore the house, to see what kind of job she'd got herself into – also because she was nosey, and dying to see what kind of private life the richest family in the neighborhood lived. She knew she could learn a lot about a family's private life by snooping around its home.