Babysitters Erotica Collection: Over 100,000 Words of 20 Hot Sex Stories (35 page)

Patty was saying something, but since I was momentarily lost in thought concerning her breast, I didn’t catch what she was saying.

“I’m sorry, I just conked out,” I said apologetically, trying to get a hold on my respectable fatherly persona.

“I said don’t worry about Mrs. Amis,” Patty repeated, her hazel eyes still fixed on me. “She’s probably—”

As if on cue, the phone rang. It was Fiona. The rain had been too much, she said, so she decided to turn around and go back to her parents’ house.

“Of course I’d hurry back home if I could,” Fiona said fretfully. “But you know how my eyes are, and it’s just raining so damn hard—”

“It’s okay, honey,” I said soothingly. “I understand. I was thinking about you, anyway. I was worried how you’re going to get home in this sudden downpour. Well, I’m glad you’ll be staying at your folks for a while. At least you’ll be safe and dry in there.”

Fiona agreed and promised to drive home the second the rain stopped. I told her there’s no need for her to rush as it wouldn’t help to be on the road without a good amount of sleep. She agreed reluctantly but still insisted she would get home as soon as she can. I assured my wife again, and after a few more pleasant exchanges, we said our good-byes and good nights.

I put the phone down. “That was Fiona,” I told Patty. “She won’t be coming home tonight. It’s raining so hard, and she doesn’t think it’s safe for her to be out on the road in this weather.”

Patty nodded. “That makes sense. I’d do the same if I were in her shoes.” She glanced at the clock. “Speaking of, since Mrs. Amis won’t be getting here anyway, I think I’d better go, Mr. Amis. It’s getting late, and the rain doesn’t look like it’s going to let up anytime soon.” She began to place her things inside her backpack.

“I’d drive you home, of course,” I said. “But like you said, the rain isn’t showing signs of letting up. I don’t think it’s safe for anyone to be out in this weather, especially during the night.” I glanced out the window again. The rain fell harder than ever, and the wind began to howl its way through the trees. I’m a pretty good driver, and I don’t have any problems with my vision, but I would give myself a hard kick on the head if I even
thought
of going outside in that weather.

And besides, I was beginning to like the idea of being alone with Patty (in the living room, anyway) while the rain continued to rage outside. I made up my mind right then and there.

Patty was zipping up her bag. “That’s nice of you, Mr. Amis. Thanks. But I need to get home. There’s something I need to get done. I’ll walk home, don’t worry.”

I sat beside Patty and placed a hand on her leg. “No one is going home tonight in this weather,” I said firmly.

Patty stiffened visibly, and with my hand on her leg, I felt it too. I had not entertained the idea that she might refuse my advances, because even then, I had always felt she was attracted to me. Not attracted in the sense of good old-fashioned love (remember, I am married and I sincerely love my wife—and yes, Patty has a steady boyfriend), but in the sense of “I’m attracted to you and I’d love to get in your pants” vibe. Patty isn’t a slut, and I’d like to be clear on this. The girl is smart, well read, and polite, but when a person reaches twenty-one, there’s too much hormones going on to think about smarts and politeness.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Mr. Amis?” Patty said after a few moments.

The hand on her leg began to move, to stroke. “You’re a smart girl, Patty. I know you know what that’s supposed to mean. What
I
mean.” While I uttered those words, the stroking motion went on.

Again Patty didn’t say anything for a few minutes. “Is this what you’ve wanted all along, Mr. Amis? To be alone with me so you can do whatever it is you’ve wanted to do all along?”

I threw back my head and laughed. “Oh, Patty darling, spare me the rhetoric. You’re a smart girl, I know that, but right now, I don’t exactly appreciate being told things. What I would like at this moment is to be
shown
things.” My hand traveled to the space between Patty’s legs and stayed there.

She looked down at my hand, appearing to contemplate on things. It was at that moment when I knew she would say yes to my advances. The girl didn’t have it in her to refuse to something she herself wanted so badly. Like I said, Patty wasn’t dumb, and she wasn’t numb to the calls and desires of her flesh.

Suddenly Patty looked up and at me. “Okay,” she said simply.

Before I could even say anything, Patty pushed me toward the couch and straddled me. I was too breathless and surprised to say anything. I was sitting and attempting to seduce this girl one second, lying and being straddled by a nubile twenty-one-year-old babysitter the next. What the hell happened?

“Is this what you’ve wanted all along, Mr. Amis?” Patty asked again, all the while undoing the pesky buttons that held her white button-down shirt in place. In one swift motion, she had done away with her top and was now sitting on top of me with nothing but a lavender lacy bra covering her chest.

I was speechless. I had always known Patty wasn’t the most gifted in the chest department, but there was still something about the sight of her in her underwear. Her breasts were just the way I pictured them to be: small but pert and firm. They were practically straining to escape from the lacy cups that held them in place.

Before I was even aware of what was happening, my hands were suddenly on Patty’s breasts, kneading them like mad. Patty, in spite of her attempt to show some dominance, gave off two small moans. I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her, an all-knowing smile starting to creep at the corner of my lips.

Patty saw the smile, and she frowned. “Continue what you were doing,” she ordered. “Unless you want to be punished, that is.”

So the secret slut likes to play rough and dirty, I realized. Without warning and before Patty could take another breath, I bucked my hips and shifted my body. A second later, the tables were turned: Patty was lying on the couch while I was straddling her, this time pinning her arms to her sides with my knees.

“Mr. Amis, this wasn’t—” Patty began, all the while writhing from beneath me.

“Hush.” I placed a finger on her lips. “You asked for it. Well, you got it, babe.”

I slid the straps of Patty’s lacy lavender bra down her arms. A moment later, the sight of her firm young breasts met my eyes. Her nipples were pink, the color of sweet youth. Tentatively at first then more firmly the next second, I tweaked one nipple and watched it begin to grow into a hard nub. I suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. With my knees still pinning Patty’s arms to her sides, I bent forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth.

The sensation was delicious. The taste of her young breast was foreign to my taste buds. But it was a foreign taste I liked, and I hungered for more. I opened my mouth wider and took in more of her breast. Heavens, it was small, but it was fresh and springy. It was
delectable
. When Patty began to squirm and moan in pleasure, I began to suckle her.

Patty began to squirm and moan so much, I had to double the strength on my knees to keep her in place. There was something about the scenario that excited me and fired up my senses. Maybe it was the idea of this helpless not-so-little girl who was literally and metaphorically under me, the idea that I could do anything and everything I wanted to her. An icing on the cake was the fact that the not-so-little girl was willing to let me do whatever I want to her, and that completely turned me on.

With my lips fastened on Patty’s tit, I reached out with one hand and touched her right away in the space between her legs, this time without the thick cloth of denim to get in the way. I was not surprised to find the girl was practically sopping wet. My fingers worked their magic again, and in the next instant, Patty was rid of her figure-hugging jeans. The fabric was soft and slid easily down her ankles.

I stopped sucking on her breast so I could get a good, clear look on her precious organ. Patty was wearing a lacy lavender thong that matched her bra. The thong was flimsy and gave little, if any, protection to the dark damp mound that rose and seemed to strain against it. Patty had trimmed her pubic hair, another factor in my favor. A little hair never hurt anybody, although it would have been better if Patty had been completely bare. But who knew this little escapade was going to take place?

“You’re wet,” I told Patty accusingly. “You’re very wet.”

“It’s all for you, Mr. Amis,” Patty answered almost shyly. “It’s all for you.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Was this really goody-two-shoes Patty? Where on earth did she learn to talk like that? Eventually I decided the details didn’t matter. Patty and I were lucky to have the house to ourselves (well, almost—Tanner was upstairs, but he was fast asleep). The rain showed no sign of slowing down, but I knew the rain wouldn’t go on forever.

I was totally turned on by Patty’s performance. I felt myself getting bigger and growing harder with each passing minute. I found myself unable to wait any longer. I had to be inside Patty
now
. I wanted to know what it would feel like to be deep inside her, to feel her warm flesh around my cock, and to thrust myself inside her as if there was no tomorrow.

I decided to find out.

The lacy lavender thong was in the way, but it didn’t offer much resistance. With one rip the cloth came apart and was in tatters. I threw it aside and prepared to feast my eyes, hands, mouth, and cock on the luscious organ that was Patty in all her naked glory. Patty, who, despite being as naked as the day she was born, continued to give off that subtle come-on aura that ordered me to fuck her hard.

I grabbed Patty’s organ, not gently, and she gave off a loud moan. Without any thought of finesse, I inserted a finger inside Patty. She was very wet by then, so my finger slid smoothly and easily into her. Patty bucked her hips a bit and moaned again. She didn’t say anything, but I knew she was asking for more. I inserted another finger inside her, and because she was so slippery, I put it another finger.

By then I had three fingers inside Patty. I moved my fingers this way and that, and Patty almost became crazy with pleasure. She jerked and bucked and thrashed, moaning all the while, trying to keep her sounds of pleasure to a minimum so as not to wake my son who was sleeping upstairs. I kept on making all sorts of motions inside Patty, and she continued to twist and thrash around.

When I slid my fingers out of Patty, I saw my hand was practically covered with her juice. The girl was hot and horny beyond belief! Looking into her womanly essence, I wasn’t surprised to see her lips were swollen pink and shiny with her fluids. The sight turned me on some more.