*Requested by u/azdv on my [prompt post](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/6qmppy/meta_pick_a_girl_give_me_a_prompt/)*
Carah looked at Tommy, nodding as she held the phone to her face. “Uhh huh… “
“Who is it?” Tommy bounced on his feet.
Looking at the excited boy, Carah grinned. “Why yes Mrs. Daniels, I could do that no problem.”
Tommy looked ready to pop with excitement on hearing his friend’s last name.
“Ok, see you soon.” Carah hung up. “Well, looks like you get to go to Mitch’s after all.”
She giggled as Tommy jumped up and down.
“Really?” he asked.
“Yep. Go get your stuff.” Carah said, Tommy having already raced off after the first word.
#—————
On the car ride to Mitch’s house, Carah texted the Stevensons to let them know Tommy would be staying over at Mitch’s after all. Mrs. Stevenson promptly messaged back to thank her and tell her she would of course still get paid for the night. Carah asked if she could wait at their place until one of the Stevensons returned from their individual business obligations to get paid, explaining she was a bit short on funds at the moment and tuition was due. Mrs. Stevenson had agreed.
“Bye Tommy, have fun” Carah said, parked out front of the Daniels’ house.
“Thanks Carah!” Tommy shouted as he scrambled out if the car.
He dashed up to the door, where Mrs. Daniels stood holding it open. Carah waved to her as Tommy disappeared inside, then set off. She checked her phone on the way back, noticing Mr. Stevenson had not yet responded to her text.
#——————
Carah tossed her purse on the couch when she returned to the Stevensons’ then set off up the stairs, removing her shirt as she went. She had some time to kill and the Stevensons had a detachable shower head in the master bath with her name on it. She stepped out of her jeans as she passed through the master bedroom. Entering the bathroom, she paused to check herself out in the mirror, now down to just her white bra and panties. Her caramel skin was smooth and had a light sheen, she was glad to see her routine of lotioning herself every night was paying off. She undid her bra and let it fall to the bathroom floor. Carah bounced her C cup breasts in her hands then pushed them together to make cleavage. She wished they were a bit bigger but she knew how to make them look great in the right outfit at least. She turned around, grinning over her shoulder at the mirror. She slid her panties down, revealing her favorite feature: her cute bubble butt. Letting her panties fall to her ankles, Carah jiggled her ass then gave it a satisfied smack.
“Looking good.” She winked at the mirror.
Moving to the shower, she turned on the water and let it warm up before stepping in. She held her hand under the water then moved her body under it. Leaning her head back with her eyes closed, she let the shower cascade over her. After a few moments of simply basking in the warmth, she looked down and opened her eyes. Rivulets ran between her tits and in branching paths down her torso and legs. Other parts of her skin were covered in tiny droplets that occasionally swelled then dripped down.
Carah put both hands over her hip bones then glided them slowly over her wet pelvis towards her crotch. Making herself shudder, she slid her fingers between her thighs and gripped them smiling. Her pussy was starting to demand attention, she could feel herself getting wetter, but she wasn’t done teasing herself. Her hands moved from between her legs and up her torso. Carah again squeezed her tits, but this time caught each nipple between her fingers as she did. She bit her lip while squeezing them with gradually increasing intensity until it bordered on pain, making her gasp. Her nipples were stiff when she released them, making them a slightly darker shade. Carah noticed her hips were swaying involuntarily and she was wet enough to feel it on her inner thighs.
She quickly turned around and pulled down the shower head, moving it to flow over each sensitive nipple in turn, her breath catching once or twice. She moved it down her body, her desire rising the closer it crept to her nethers. Parting her legs a bit, she held the shower head inches from her mound. She quivered as her pussy received the subtle sensation of the soft fall of water. Keeping the shower head in place over her pussy, Carah turned and leaned back against the wall. Smiling in anticipation, she flicked the setting on the shower head with her thumb. She gasped as a jet of water suddenly slammed against her clit, stiffening it instantly. Her mouth was agape and she grinned in pleasure, moving the shower head so the stream circled around her clit, hitting it from different angles. Carah brought a hand to her firm tit and squeezed it as her hips made tiny jerks.
“Mmmmmm” her low moan reverberated in the shower.
She pushed the shower head closer, the water bursting forth directly over her clit. Carah’ shivered at the intense pressure. The water flowed relentlessly over her sensitive nub, so it constantly sent a shock of joy through her. She leaned her head back against the wall with her eyes closed. She was so close. Her knees bowed out as her heels left the shower floor, her back arching. Her hand left her tit to move down and spread her pussy, exposing her pulsing clit to the cascade of water.
“Ohhh…ohhhh” Carah panted as she bounced on her toes.
Her back arched as her hips swayed back and forth. She pushed the shower head directly to her clit, the water becoming a dull pulse that pushed against it. Her lower back moved away from the wall and her body tensed up, shaking slightly. An orgasm rolled over her, making her plant her feet and throw a hand back against the wall to steady herself. She twitched between the wall and the showerhead until the complete bliss started to wash away. Carah flicked the setting on the shower head again and caught her breath as the water flowed gently over her still quivering pussy. With a grin, she stood up straight on weak legs and carefully replaced the shower head. She stood basking in the warmth of the water and her afterglow for a few minutes before turning off the shower.
Carah got out to a bathroom full of steam. Still worked up from her climax, she quickly grabbed a fluffy white towel and wrapped it around her torso and hips. She dried just enough to not be dripping then rushed from the stuffy bathroom back into the bedroom.
#——————-
Alan pulled into the driveway of his house. About forty five minutes ago he had received a text from Carah the babysitter saying she would be dropping his son off at a friend’s. Shortly after he had received another text, this time from his wife, saying that Carah was going to wait at their house until one of them got home to pay her for the night. Alan had answered neither, on the assumed pretext that he was busy with his late meeting. Indeed the meeting had been in full swing, yet Alan could no longer focus. A strange urge had convinced him to give a half-assed excuse and leave the meeting in a hurry. He had driven straight home.
Now, walking up the path to the door, he wondered what he was expecting to happen. He knew what he hoped for: to at long last fuck the cute babysitter. His desires weren’t completely unfounded. Last Christmas he and his wife had thrown a party, to which Carah had been invited. There had been plenty of good cheer and alcohol going around and somehow Allen had found himself in the kitchen, lifting Carah’s stocking clad leg over his hip as they made out and pressed their bodies together. They had heard someone coming and quickly separated, carefully avoiding each other the rest of the party. Alan would have taken this as a drunken mistake on Carah’s part if not for the occasional hand she put on his thigh and the smile she gave when he snuck a pinch of her firm ass. Despite the abundant teasing, they had not found themselves in any kind of privacy since Christmas. Tired of waiting for an opportunity, Alan had decided to create one for himself by bailing on his meeting while his wife was preoccupied with her business convention and Carah was alone at his house.
He entered and looked around at the empty living room. He peeked in the kitchen, it too was deserted. Then as he moved towards the stairs he heard the distant sound of running water. Alan started to climb, his heart pumping as he came across a shirt on the top stair. He cocked his ear. The running water wasn’t coming from the guest bathroom just off the hall. He moved slowly towards his bedroom and entered, the shower of the master bath now quite audible. Alan’s mind raced when he spotted a pair of jeans on the bedroom carpet. He stepped into the room and froze as the shower stopped. A few long moments later, Carah emerged from the bathroom, covered in nothing but a towel. She seemed in a calm bliss at first and then her eyes focused on him standing there. She gave a yelp of surprise and jumped a little.
“I….I’m so sorry.” Alan felt himself blushing.
“Mr. Stevenson, I thought you wouldn’t be home for a couple more hours!” Carah looked embarrassed and a bit flustered.
“Got out a bit early.” Alan said weakly.
He couldn’t keep his eyes from roaming over Carah’s body. Small drops of water clung to her caramel skin, giving it a sheen in the light. The tops of her moderate breasts peeked out over the top of the towel. He could see almost all of her thighs, the towel being just enough to cover her mound. Color had risen in her round cheeks and her brown eyes stared back at him curiously.
“Oh.” Carah shifted on her feet. “Sorry about using your shower.”
Alan breathed a bit lighter. She was sorry? He was the one eye humping her.
He smiled. “No worries. It’s way better than the other one.” He jerked a thumb back towards the hall.
Carah looked a bit more at ease. “Definitely, thanks.” She peered past his shoulder. “So is Mrs. Stevenson going to be home soon too?”
“No. Just us for a while.” Allen ventured.
“Good.” Carah said boldly, a smirk appearing at the corner of her mouth.
She promptly let her towel fall to the ground and again Alan’s eyes swept over her body. He had pictured her nude form many times, and he was not disappointed. Her medium tits were very perky and came to a round curve at the the bottom. Sitting atop them were dark nipples, already stiff. He looked down her wet body to see the crevice between her thighs glistening with more than water from the shower. When he looked up, he saw her soft brown eyes were fixed on the crotch of his pants and Alan realized he had quite a bulge straining against the fabric. The desire he saw in her stare told him the arousal was mutual.
“Let’s not waste any time.” Carah spoke softly as she crossed to the bed and crawled onto it.
She moved to the middle and bent over with her face on the comforter and her ass in the air. Alan’s cock throbbed as he admired her plump ass, which had been what attracted him to her in the first place when he and his wife had been interviewing babysitting candidates.
“Good thinking, I don’t want to be interrupted.” Alan said as he got on the bed and knelt behind Carah on his knees.
Alan looked down at her wiggling her round ass. She probably was expecting him to fuck her right then, and he very much wanted to whip out his dick and take her. However, he had developed a very specific fantasy about Carah and since he was already about to cheat on his wife with their babysitter, why not go for it. He reached out and cupped her firm ass in his palms, his thumbs moved to her crack and spread it open, revealing her asshole. Carah looked back and up in surprise but raised her ass a bit higher for him. Alan leaned in and pressed his tongue to her rim, making her gasp. He ran the tip around the edge then moved it to the center to prod gently at her entrance.
“Th…that feels really good.” Carah muttered into the comforter, her face now looking relaxed after the initial shock of having her ass licked.
She parted her legs a bit and her fingers appeared between them, running up and down her pink slit. Alan’s hands squeezed her supple ass and he pressed his tongue a little harder against her asshole until the tip dipped into her. Carah’s fingers started to move in small circles over her clit, her ass clenching against Alan’s probing tongue. He moved his thumbs further in, resting them on her puckered rim then spreading her tight hole.
“Oh my god..” Carah gave a shudder and moved her fingers faster over her clit.
Alan slid his tongue a little further into her tight ass and wiggled it inside her. Carah started to rock gently back and forth, making Alan’s tongue dart in and out of her hole. Alan bobbed his head in rhythm with her, thrusting his tongue into her ass. Each time she rocked back against his face, he moved a little deeper.
“Yes!” Carah gave a muffled cry, her face buried in the bed. “Eat my ass Mr. Stevenson!”
She spread her pussy with her fore and ring fingers then used her middle finger to flick her swollen clit rapidly. Encouraged by Carah’s enthusiasm and formal use of his last name, Alan buried his face in between her cheeks and sunk his tongue as deep as he could. He pulled her back against him and swirled his tongue around in her asshole.
“Fuck!” Carah bucked rapidly against him.
Then, suddenly, she leaned forward, pulling away from Alan. Licking his lips, Alan looked down to see Carah’s fingers slowly and gently rubbing her pussy. Cum was dripping from her slit and coating her fingers. When they had come to a rest inside her folds and her body had stopped shaking, Alan rolled over to lay on his back.
“Open your legs.” he told her.
Carah did so, spreading her knees apart on the bed and revealing more of her pink pussy while lowering it a little. Alan moved so that his head was between her parted thighs, her dripping slit hovering inches from his face, then reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling Carah closer as he raised his head. The scent of her arousal filled his senses while he ran his tongue up her pussy, tasting her wetness. Carah let out a small sigh of pleasure when his tongue reached her swollen clit. Alan lapped at the bud, flicking the tip of his tongue over it.
He pulled away for a moment, her juices clinging to his lips. “You taste so good.”
Carah sat up, spreading her legs further and straightening her back. Her pussy pressed down against Alan’s lips and he felt her fingers running over the top of his head. He slid his tongue into her entrance, straining to lick as deep as he could. Carah leaned back, one hand on the bed for support and the other finding Alan’s cock bulging against his pants. He fingers quickly loosened his belt and undid his fly. Alan groaned in relief as her hand freed his hard dick from his briefs. She started to stroke him as he ate her out, making his hips twitch upward. Carah began to grind against his face. Alan nodded and shook his head between her thighs, his tongue moving up and down her slit and over her clit. Carah panted above him from the attention he was giving her. Her fingers found the head of his cock, rubbing the tip and caressing the ridge.
“Ahhh, you’re so good Mr. Stevenson. “Carah moaned, her thighs clenching around Alan’s face.
Alan’s dick throbbed under her pleasant grip, her fingers clearly knowing what they were doing. He rolled his tongue rapidly over her clit until Carah held her breath. With a quiver she rose up a bit, moving her pussy just beyond his reach. Alan looked up from under her and into her eyes, which were wild with lust.
“Fuck me” Carah breathed, moving off his face.
She laid down on her side and drew her closed legs up. Alan thought that lifting a leg would give him better access to her pussy, but then it was Carah’s turn to surprise him. She reached a hand to her round ass and spread it, showing her asshole, still shining with Alan’s saliva.
“You want to fuck my ass Mr. Stevenson?” She said playfully, seeming to read his mind.
“I want to fuck your little asshole Carah.” Alan groaned, his dick rock hard.
He stood up to remove his clothes and hurry to the bedside table. He returned to the bed with a bottle of lube in his hand. Carah eyed the bottle.
“So your wife does anal?” She asked.
Alan couldn’t help but chuckle. “Are you kidding me? I need this for her pussy.”
Carah giggled, seeming satisfied by this information. Her fingers spread her ass a bit more. “Come get it.”
Alan poured lube down her ass and over her hole. He pushed a finger into her to coat the inside, making Carah gasp. He lubed up his hard cock then tossed the bottle on the bed. Gripping his shaft, he lined his tip up with her puckered asshole. There was some resistance as he prodded and then his tip pushed inside her. Carah’s grip tightened on her asscheek as the end of his cock disappeared into her. Alan paused with her rim squeezing the ridge of his head, savoring the tightness. His hips gave an involuntary jerk and Carah made a silent ‘Oh’ as his head slipped fully into her asshole. She relaxed her grip on her ass, letting her cheeks close around Alan’s shaft.
“Fuck you’re tight.” Alan grunted, sliding deeper into her ass.
Carah bit her lower lip, raising her legs closer to her chest. “That fat cock needs an ass to stretch. If it can’t be your wife’s, I’m happy to offer mine.” She teased.
Alan’s cock throbbed with excitement at her words. He gave a hard thrust and plunged his full length into her lubed ass. Carah’s eyes widened as his girth filled her and he began to pump his hips. He gripped her thigh with one hand and gave her ass a smack with the other.
“Just like that.” Carah nodded. “Fuck my ass.”
She gave her bottom a smack of her own and Alan picked up his pace, his cock pulsing inside her. He leaned forward a bit, supporting himself on her leg while his other hand groped her firm ass. He spread it again to see her rim gripping his shaft as it moved in and out. His hard thrusts into her ass were rocking Carah’s body, making her groan continuously in pleasure. Alan was panting now, feeling his climax beginning to build.
“My pussy, please fuck my pussy.” Carah pleaded. “I want you to make me cum.”
Alan was almost ready to explode in her tight ass but reluctantly slowed his hips before pulling his aching cock inch by inch from her ass. He grinned and admired the slight gape he had given her asshole.
Instead of immediately moving to Carah’s pussy, Alan laid on his back, his erection pointing up. “Come ride me.”
Carah rose from the bed then straddled his crotch with her back to him, gripping his dick in her hand. She moved her folds over Alan’s tip then lowered herself onto him. Her tightness engulfed his head and he moaned under her. She slowly sank further down his shaft until his full length was inside her pussy. Carah paused, adjusting to his girth and Alan rushed blood to his eager cock, making it swell inside her. Carah picked up on his desire and started to rock her hips, grinding on him with his dick inside her. Alan grabbed her hips and started to push and pull, moving her up and down. Carah tilted her head back as she rode him in fluid motions.
“Fuck yeah.” Alan grunted, enjoying how her pussy stroked him.
His hands slid up Carah’s hips to her lower back. He gently pushed her forward and her hands clasped his knees as she supported herself with her arms. Her ass rose as she did and Alan could see her pussy sliding up his shaft.
“You want me to bounce on that cock Mr. Stevenson?” Carah moaned, dipping her ass down to take his full length.
“God yes.” Alan gripped her perfect ass and guided her back up his dick.
Flexing her thighs, Carah started to bounce on his cock. Alan could feel her wetness covering his shaft all the way to his base. She worked her ass up and down, riding him faster. He gave her ass a tight squeeze, giving him a view of her raw asshole just above her pink pussy. Alan started to buck upwards, meeting her pussy as it slammed down over and over. Carah was panting and he felt her fingers grip his legs while her pussy tightened on his dick. Carah’s movements became jerky and her pussy clenched on his invading cock. Alan bounced his lower body off the bed as he drilled up into her.
“Ohhhhh!” Carah cried out loudly.
Her body tensed while Alan continued to pound into her quivering pussy. He felt warm fluid splash against his balls then start to drip off of them. His cock kept moving through the wetness of Carah’s climax. Alan pushed his hips up hard and pulled Carah down on top of him. He held his throbbing dick deep inside her as he orgasmed. Cum spilled into Carah’s warm depths with each pulse of Alan’s cock. She leaned forward so her cheek rested on his knee, her ass moving up until his dick flopped from her dripping pussy. Alan spread her folds with his thumbs and watched as his cum started to flow from her twitching hole.
Carah lifted her head enough to look over her shoulder. “Damn that was good.”
Alan smiled, his body twinging. “Best I’ve had in a long time.”
A proud smile spread over Carah’s face. “Mrs. Stevenson doesn’t know how good she’s got it.”
Alan opened his mouth to reply when the sound of a car pulling up caught his attention. “Fuck.” he shouted in alarm, moving Carah off of him.
Carah scrambled for her clothes and Alan looked around the room at the damp carpet and comforter. He quickly snatched up the towel Carah had used and wrapped it around his naked body. He found his pants and got his wallet. Just as Carah emerged from the bathroom, pulling on her underwear, he held out a wad of cash. Carah looked at it with confusion and a trace of being offended.
“For babysitting!” Alan said hastily, hearing a car door shut.
Carah rolled her eyes at herself and took the cash, stuffing it into her pants pocket as she pulled them on. She hurried to the bedroom door turning for just a moment.
“Thanks.” She winked then quickly left.
Alan went to the door and watched Carah down the hall, she had just collected her shirt and pulled it on as the front door opened. Alan dashed to the bathroom and turned the sink on low. He could hear his wife greeting Carah as he splashed water over his face, hair, body and legs. The front door opened again and he casually stepped out into the bedroom and laid on the bed where Carah had lain. A few seconds later his wife entered.
“Hey babe.” she said, shuffling the mail she was looking through.
“Hey hon. You get out early too?” Alan hoped his voice was calm.
“Yeah.” she said, looking up and seeing him in the towel on the bed. “When did you get home?”
“Bout ten minutes ago.” Alan lied. “Paid the babysitter then hopped in the shower real quick.”
“I saw Carah on her way out, thanks for paying her.” She said moving towards the bathroom and going back to looking through the mail.
“No problem.” Alan breathed slowly, letting the panic fade a bit.
Getting caught would have been a disaster, but he knew he would be fucking Carah again. After all, how could he resist that ass?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6v6goi/the_babysitter_alone_alone_with_the_babysitter_f