101 EROTICA STORIES (48 page)

Julia tastes like a rice pudding----warm and exotic and addictive. Julia found it a bit hard to breathe. It was like she was molten chocolate being eaten by Sarah. She spread her legs even wider to give her better access and felt her thumb rubbing her clit until she was moaning heavily, saying her name over and over. She ate her and feasted down there, even better than all her male lovers combined. Sarah made her lay on the table and this time, every inch of her pussy is exposed. Julia was feasted on with gusto, Sarah’s touch making her want to scream, except she can’t do.

Sarah inserted a finger inside her and screwed her gently. Julia raised her hips to meet her thrusts. Just then, the door opened and Mr. Adams stepped inside. He quietly closed the door, to the shock of the two women. “Don’t stop. I like to watch.”

Sarah removed the rest of Julia’s clothes and she started fondling the woman’s breasts. Her nipples were small and pink and she sucked on each one gently, making Julia moan even louder. Her one hand went back to her cunt and this time, she inserted two fingers. Julia’s juices were dropping endlessly, causing the edge of the table to become slick and wet.

Mr. Adams took a deep breath and watch the action unfold. She couldn’t believe that he had employed a slut for a babysitter. A beautiful slut at that. He also had no idea that Sarah is THIS wild. His bulge cannot be hidden now as it stood out from the rest of him. He couldn’t blink. Seeing Sarah’s tongue lick the babysitter’s cunt was so much of a turn on.

He took of his clothes without taking his eyes off on the two women. He walked slowly towards them and rubbed her hardness along Sarah’s nape. The woman moaned but cannot be distracted. She went behind the desk and started kissing Julia...

Lightning crashed and thunder boomed. Emma suppressed a shriek as she ran the remaining two blocks to the Carters’ house, her destination, where she babysat regularly for the Carters’ daughter, Shelley. No thanks to the sudden long quiz her English professor had made the class take, she was an hour behind her usual babysitting schedule. Fortunately Mr. Carter had understood and told her it was fine when she called to inform him, and at the same time apologize, about the delay. He had assured her it was all right and to go to the house right away the instant she was through taking the quiz.

Emma had done just that, of course, being the obedient person she was. But just as she got out of campus, the sky began to take a turn for the worse. The sunny afternoon had suddenly become a gloomy and overcast one, and without warning, rain began to pour. And boy, did it pour! To add to her growing dismay, Emma realized she had forgotten to bring her trusty umbrella and poncho. Oh, of all days! She had thought about cancelling her babysitting session for the afternoon but then remembered Mr. Carter had to attend to some important business matter. She was sure he would understand, but she didn’t want him to be thrust into a sudden panic just because she had forgotten to stash her usually present rain gear with her. After giving the sky and her surroundings a quick look and deciding she could deal with getting wet and running all the way to the Carters, she stepped out into the rain and did just that.

Now, as she ran the remaining block before she could get to relative safety and warmth, Emma wondered if her decision had been the right one. She was soaked to the bone, not to mention she was so chilly the shakes had begun to take over her body. As she made her mad dash to the Carters, she hoped Mr. Carter would lend her a warm bathrobe and an old outfit of Mrs. Carter’s. Well, maybe that would be asking too much, but Emma was now beyond the point of caring. Even though she was near her destination, she had regretted running all the way to the Carters under the heavily pouring rain. There was lightning and thunder to boot, adding to her anxiety. She hated lightning and thunder with a passion.

Thunder boomed just as she made it to the Carters’ front porch, and she sighed in relief. She was here at last. She stood where she was for a few moments, trying to catch her breath and gather her thoughts. When she felt she could breathe normally again, she opened her eyes and looked down at herself. There was no doubt about it, she was beyond soaked. Her clothes clung to her body like second skin, emphasizing every curve and bulge. She said a silent prayer of thanks she had listened to her gut feel and not worn the white cotton dress she had first planned to wear. Had she worn that dress, she might as well be naked running down the streets.

Her jeans clung to her legs as well, and they felt as heavy as lead. Emma couldn’t wait to get them off her. She pulled her sneakers, filled to the brim with rainwater, from her feet and wrung them lightly. Thunder crackled again, and she let out a scream, almost dropping her sneakers in the process. She stopped herself in time, cutting off her scream, which sounded like a squeak instead. She scolded herself for being so paranoid. She didn’t want to create a ruckus all by herself outside the Carters’. She might disturb Shelley, who could be asleep at the moment—it was her usual naptime—and she didn’t want Mr. Carter to think she had gone mad.

Emma began to feel really cold. She tugged at her dark-green shirt, pulling it off her body a bit, willing it not to mold itself too tightly to her chest. She really might as well be naked! She looked again and saw that even the cups of her bra were visible, not to mention the faint outlines of her erect nipples, which had stood up stiffly due to the bone-chilling cold. She tugged at her shirt again until she was satisfied then raised her fist to knock on the front door.

She had only rapped the door three times when it swung open. Emma straightened up and smiled as Mr. Carter’s face then body came into view. Her heart fluttered a bit, and she told herself to calm down and not do something foolish. Yes, Mr. Carter was a handsome man. His shock of dark hair was still thick, almost luxurious for a man his age, which she guessed to be around forty. His face was smooth and still unlined. His blue-green eyes were clear and sharp. His body was fit and toned, thanks to the many hours he spent swimming laps at their pool out back. He wasn’t very tall, but his shoulders were broad and his waist was trim. He also had a tan, again due to the many hours of swimming under the heat of the sun.

Emma had caught herself thinking many times how Mrs. Carter was a very lucky woman to have someone like Mr. Carter for a husband. Not that Mr. Carter wasn’t lucky himself for having snagged someone like Irene Carter for a wife. Mrs. Carter, roughly five years younger than her husband, was still a bombshell at her age. She had the typical all-American looks: blond hair, blue eyes like the ocean, and a golden tan. She too kept her body fit and trim by swimming, just like her husband. Emma, when she grew old, wanted to look just like Mrs. Carter. Sometimes, in the stillness of the night and in the privacy between the sheets of her bed, she wondered how Mr. and Mrs. Carter were like when they had sex.

For Emma, the Carters’ sack sessions were nothing short of spectacular.

Her thoughts were drifting off again, and Emma had to bring herself back to the present when she realized Mr. Carter was talking to her. He was wearing a plain cotton shirt and loose gray slacks. Very comfy, Emma thought. She looked down and saw he was wearing gray bedroom slippers as well. He looked like he had just gotten out of bed.

“Emma!” Mr. Carter was saying warmly. He swung open the door wider and motioned her in. “Come in, come in. Oh, you’re soaking wet!” He shook his head in dismay.

Emma stepped inside, feeling self-conscious. “Yeah,” she said, laughing nervously. “I forgot to bring my usual rain gear, see. I had to run in the rain to get here.” She looked down and saw she was dripping all over the living room. “Oh, Mr. Carter, I’m dripping all over your living room!” She flushed, embarrassed at having made a mess of herself.

But Mr. Carter waved his hand dismissively. “Nonsense,” he said. “Look at you, you’re all wet. I’m more concerned about you, dear, than the state of the living room floor.” He shook his head again. His lush dark locks danced as he did, and Emma was seized by a sudden desire to run her hands through his hair. No reason in particular. She just wanted to know how it felt like to run her fingers through hair as thick and dark as Mr. Carter’s.

She caught herself again. Don’t be foolish, Emma.

Mr. Carter was looking at her expectantly, and she realized he was expecting an answer from her. “Well, um, thanks, Mr. Carter,” she said lamely.

“You should have called and told me you didn’t have your rain stuff with you,” he said. There was a hint of sternness to his voice, and Emma, despite her chilly soaked clothes, felt warm inside. It almost seemed like he cared for her.

Well, of course he does. She was their babysitter, after all.

“Let’s get you into the bathroom,” Mr. Carter said abruptly. He took her wrist gently and pulled her toward the staircase, where they began to ascend. “You’ll get sick, standing around in those wet clothes a minute more.”

Emma was confused, but she let herself be led up the stairs. “Mr. Carter, the guest bathroom’s downstairs,” she said.

“Don’t be foolish,” Mr. Carter said without turning around to look at her. He stopped in front of large wooden door. Only then did he turn to look at her. “I’m taking you right into the bedroom.”

Emma was stunned. “But—” she began to say, but he cut her off.

“Relax, Emma,” he said, almost gently. “There aren’t any spare clothes in the downstairs bathroom, see. I don’t know you’re size, so I’m taking you right where Irene’s extra clothes are.” He turned the doorknob and led Emma inside the bedroom. “I think she’s a size or two bigger than you are, but her clothes will do, I’m sure.”

They stopped right in front of a huge closet. Mr. Carter’s hand was still on Emma’s wrist. She flushed and looked down self-consciously. She had never been inside the master’s bedroom before. Not that she was prohibited exactly from entering the bedroom; she just hadn’t found a reason to enter the room at all. Then she realized she was dripping all over the polished wooden floors. Mrs. Carter was going to have a cow!

“Mr. Carter, I’m dripping all over your bedroom!” Emma exclaimed helplessly. She tugged at her wrist. “I’m sorry I made a mess here. I’ll go change right away.”

Mr. Carter turned to look at her. He let go of her wrist, but he took a step closer to her, so they were now face-to-face and almost chest to chest. Her breath caught in her throat. She was aware of her drenched clothes clinging to her body and molding her figure as if she wasn’t wearing any clothing at all. Something between her legs burned, and there was a funny feeling in her stomach.

“The bathroom’s over there, Emma,” Mr. Carter said, tilting his head in the direction of the bathroom. He wasn’t very tall, but he still towered over Emma. He looked down at her, and there was something in the intensity of his gaze that made her feel uncomfortable.

But Emma liked it.

Breaking the weird spell, she nodded and turned in the direction of the bathroom. She slipped inside hurriedly and shut the door behind her. She leaned against the door, forcing herself to take deep breaths to calm down her racing heart. She couldn’t believe it, but was Mr. Carter actually seducing her? She thought hard. While she didn’t want to assume, there was something in his manner that said yes, he was using his seductive charms on her. She was a little afraid, but she knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt or harm her.

Besides, if she thought even more deeply, she wanted to be seduced by Mr. Carter.

“Stop it, Emma,” she told herself aloud. That did it. The spell was broken, and she remembered why she was in the bathroom in the first place. She began to peel her clothes off: first her thick heavy jeans then her green shirt. She wrung her clothes as hard as she could and hung them up to dry. Now in her underwear, she stared at herself in the full-length mirror. Her undies were thoroughly soaked too. For a second, she imagined Mr. Carter inside the bathroom with her. As she stared at her almost-naked reflection, she could almost see—and feel—Mr. Carter standing behind her. His breath would be hot and heavy on her shoulder. His hands would settle first on her hips then they would travel up her flat stomach, toying with her navel a bit. From her stomach his hands would go up to the undersides of her breasts, where they would tease a bit. She would moan and insist he cup her breasts fully. He would refuse, but she would just beg him some more until he finally agreed. His hands would then meet the round fullness of her twins, and they would grope and fondle her tits with a ferocity that was—

There was a knock on the bathroom door. “Emma, everything okay?” Mr. Carter’s voice rang out from the other side. “You can use the bathrobe there. It’s fresh.”

Emma was startled out of her thoughts. She was even more startled when she saw she had her hands cupped on her breasts. She flushed deeply. What on earth had she been thinking! “Everything’s all right, Mr. Carter,” she called out. “I’ll be out in a minute.” She shook her head to clear it.

“Great,” Mr. Carter replied. “I’m just out here.”

Emma removed her bra and panties. Again she wrung them out as hard as she could then hung them up to dry right beside her shirt and jeans. She stepped into the shower and rinsed for a few minutes to get the grimy wet feeling off. As her hand touched the private part between her legs, she was surprised to find she was a bit moist down there. She hurriedly rinsed herself with soap. No, it wouldn’t do to misbehave now. She was the babysitter, and Mr. Carter was her employer. No, it wouldn’t do to act all naughty now even though the perfect opportunity presented itself.

Emma stepped off the shower, grabbed the fluffy towel beside the bathrobe, and toweled herself dry. Satisfied, she grabbed the robe and slipped it on. It was of a bigger size, and it hung loose on her, but at least she was dry and clean now. She toweled her hair dry then decided she was ready to step out now.