Babysitters Erotica Collection: Over 100,000 Words of 20 Hot Sex Stories (34 page)

As the light breeze tickled some of her hair loose, she felt someone standing behind her. She laughed inwardly. She was definitely imagining things. Mr. Adams is definitely asleep---with Sarah.

A second later, she felt a hand of her shoulder and the smell of warm amber and sin teased her nostrils. It was Sarah.

What the hell was she doing here? She let out some air and sighed. Now she’s annoyed. So much for some peace and quiet.

“You don’t like me. I wish I knew why.” She said with her unique sultry voice.

“It’s pretty late, Sarah. Aren’t you supposed to be with Mr. Adams now?”

She sat across the table and faced her. “I seriously regret going back. The warm welcome I was expecting did not happen. We broke up---for good this time. I just came here to say goodbye and asked why you display such a huge amount of dislike whenever I am around.”

“You’re imagining things, Sarah. I don’t dislike you. I just cannot be too chummy with whoever it is my boss is dating. It’s weird.” She looked at her for an instant then added. “Besides, it’s no longer relevant now that you’re no longer an item.”

“Right. I just usually do not get that reaction from women. You don’t happen to like me in a different way?”

“What?” What is she talking about?

“Well, something tells me that you know, you may be eyeing me strangely.”

“I want you to know that I welcome the attention.”

Julia’s attention was on her now---100 percent. “What the hell are you talking about?”

She walked behind her again. She was standing so closely now.  It took a chunk on Julia’s patience to bear with her. Her guts was just beyond her.

“I am talking about this.” Just then, Sarah’s hand cupped her breasts. Julia was bewildered and almost slapped the other woman’s hand. It felt weird at the beginning, but as the pressure increased, so did the pleasure she felt. Her hand was gentle yet determined and it pinched her nipples, making her feel both pain and pleasure.

“Follow me.” She heard Sarah say and the sweet smelling woman walked away, her long legs making scissors of strides, her butt wiggling seductively. Julia debated for a moment if she’d follow her or not. She’s straight---all woman. She’s pretty sure of that. But the way Sarah made her skin all prickly and hot at the same time was so incredibly amazing. She’s sure of that too. She thought of all the men who had been her lovers and if she was indeed satisfied by any of them. Well so far, Mr. Adams is the standard. But what’s there to compare. He’s a man. Sighing, she stood up and followed Sarah back to the house. I hope Missy would sleep really well. She shook her head.

Mr. Adams looked out from his bedroom window and was able to get a good view of the scene below. His ex and the babysitter. Could it be? His hand tightened on the curtain and went back to bed. He cannot believe it.

When Julia reached the house, she could not see Sarah. She walked down the hall and there, a door opened. “Get in! Quick!”

She heard Sarah’s loud whisper through the crack and she stepped inside a bedroom she hadn’t actually seen before. Or maybe she’s just too self absorbed. Anyway, the room was dark but the moonlight is able to get in through the windows, which is fine. She felt Sarah’s hands as soon as she closed the door.  They lock in a sweet embrace and kissed. Sarah’s mouth was gentle and tastes like cherry. Her hand went under her shirt and touched Julia’s already excited breasts. Her skin immediately caught fire. She flicked the light switch and at long last, she was able to gaze at Sarah.

She brushed against Julia’s body and rocked her hips against her, in a slow fucking motion. They kissed again, more intensely this time. She motioned for Julia to sit on the big mahogany office table at one corner of the room. My goodness, this is Mr. Adam’s office. Weird that may be, it turned Julia on.

She sat on the table and Sarah immediately grabbed the front of her shorts and undid the buttons. God, she’s really gonna do this. She let out a long sigh. Sarah’s hands were warm against the skin of her legs. She pulled her shorts down to her knees and licked the wet spot on Julia’s panties. She was wearing a white silk underwear and the spot made the outline of her pussy even more enticing.

Sarah’s tongue expertly kissed the flesh around her cunt, all the way up her waist. She was teasing her and it was driving her crazy. Using her whole mouth, she kissed her through the thin fabric of her underwear and the sensation was made even more incredible. Julia’s eyes were filled with lust as the tall woman removed her underwear.

She spread Julia’s nether lips, revealing her dark pink flesh and the knob in the middle looked even more inviting. Sarah wanted to do a lot of things to her and first, she nibbled on her engorged bit of flesh. Julia was in heaven as Sarah’s tongue explored her feminine folds. Her tongue was hot and wet and it probed gently and slowly, just like what she always fantasized about. It’s the most erotic thing she has ever experienced and it felt so good. It was incredibly good.

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...

The rain came as it always does: sudden, hard, and without warning. Looking out from the living room window and into the inky darkness torn apart by the slashing raindrops, it was Fiona who first invaded my thoughts. Fiona, my wife for seven years now, I believe, was probably driving home at this very moment. No, scratch that. I
knew
she was driving home at this very moment. Fiona is brimming with more positive traits than I can handle, but spontaneity is not one of them. My wife is a creature of habit and routine. When she plans to get home from wherever, she
intends
to get home from wherever.

Patty, the babysitter whom Fiona and I have hired for around four months now, looked up from the book she was reading.
The Shining
by Stephen King, I noticed. Patty was a pretty kid. Still 21 years old, she was more than beginning to show some physical attributes that gave more than heavy hints of a life filled with men chasing after her, begging her to give them her hand, and promising her the world if she would do so.

Patty was attractive and sensual in a way you wouldn’t notice when you first set your sights on her. A brunette, she had pin-straight hair that she wore in a length that reached the middle of her shoulder blades. She had a figure that spoke of secret curves, a matter I sometimes thought while lying awake in bed at night that I would like to check, to explore. Of course it’s hard to be wrapped up in such thoughts when there’s Fiona sleeping soundly beside me, but sometimes, those thoughts do come alive. And when they come alive, I let them stay alive.

Fiona and I have a kid named Tanner. He’s five years old, and he’s the most inquisitive kid in the world. I’m being serious here. The little guy just won’t quit asking all sorts of questions, ranging from the mundane (“Do you think I could fly to the moon, Daddy?”) to the serious (“How are these rocks formed, Mommy?”). We have had babysitters in the past, and unfortunately, a good chunk of them simply couldn’t take Tanner’s out-of-this-world curiosity. Fiona said that was because the babysitters were total idiots who didn’t know any shit. I chuckled at that, but I agreed with her. Kids these days seem to belong to a different breed. Wherever their interests lie, reading and learning new stuff aren’t one of them. No wonder Tanner drove them mad.

Patty was an exception, and every day my wife and I gave ourselves a pat on the back for having found such an awesome babysitter. Patty looked nothing like the typical nerd who would rather spend time with books than with people. Like I’ve said, Patty got a generous sprinkling in terms of the looks department. But while she looked like she could be the prom queen if she chose to, the girl loved to read. Upon arriving home, Fiona and I would often find her curled up on the couch with a book in hand, reading with such fierce concentration she sometimes would not hear us come in.

Patty’s passion for reading earned nods of approval from my wife and I. It helped with Tanner’s nonstop questions, and there’s something about a good-looking girl who has the brains to boot. I didn’t tell my wife this, of course. As far as I could recall, I never thought of Patty in, you know,
that
way. But just because I have not thought about her in such light doesn’t mean I would not consider seeing her in such manner.

While the rain drummed loudly on the roof and all around the house, Patty looked up from her Stephen King novel and fixed her hazel eyes on me. I stared back without thinking of anything save for Fiona and how on earth she was going to drive the entire forty miles from her parents house in this sudden downpour. Fiona is moderately myopic, meaning she can’t see things clearly from far away. The rain surely isn’t helping things in her case.

“Mr. Amis?” Patty asked tentatively. “Is everything all right?” She began to fiddle with her book, but it looked like she didn’t know she was doing it. “It’s the rain, isn’t it? It’s quite frightening, I know, suddenly coming down like this. Maybe I should go check on Tanner.” She started to get up from her place on the couch.

“Oh, no,” I said hurriedly, gesturing at Patty to remain where she was. “I mean, don’t worry about Tanner. He loves anything and everything about the rain. I was thinking of Fiona. She’s probably on the road right now, driving through this difficult downpour.” I sighed. “You know how bad her eyes are.”

“Oh, my gosh,” Patty said breathlessly, and placed a well-manicured hand to her chest. Instinctively my eyes traveled to where her hand went. My eyes caught sight of a slightly rounded breast that looked small yet pert and firm. The word
delectable
suddenly came into mind, and just as sudden something stirred inside me.

Don’t be a dirty old man
, I told myself quickly, sternly.
Get a grip of yourself
.