A Night at home with the Babysitter [FF] [ds]

([Last week with Madison](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/etkchx/a_night_with_the_babysitter_ff_bi/))

*knock knock*

I took a deep, shaky breath. She was here.

It’d been exactly a week since my nightclub hook up with Madison. I didn’t want to seem too eager and let’s face it, I have a life outside of getting my rocks off, so it was a couple days before I sent the initial text.

“*Hey, Maddie. Thanks again for a fun night. Hope you enjoyed the rest of yours and that your week is going well.*”

I labored over it before sending it. I let her know I had fun without any overwhelming expectations for her to respond accordingly. I was perfectly happy to wait a few days for a response. My heart skipped a beat when she replied in less than an hour.

“*Hi there! Please, I should be thanking you. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.*”

*sigh* That was a good sign, right? Fuck being coy. I was making this happen now.

“*Honestly, I haven’t either. As I said that night, that’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time.*” I typed the next message and sent it before I could chicken out. “*Would you wanna have some more fun?*”

“*I think I can pencil you in.*” She responded immediately.

I offered up my place and we settled on a date and time, which was now. My son was with Ex this weekend so there were no concerns about being interrupted.

I walked to the front door and allowed myself a final glance in the foyer mirror. I wanted to wear something effortless but attractive. I opted for tattered skinny jeans and a well-fitting baseball tee, no bra to tease a little in case she noticed.

I opened the door and there she was. She was gorgeous even in the faint glow of the front porch light.

“Hiiiii,” we both sang simultaneously. We exchanged greeting hugs.

She had a brown paper bag in her hands. “I seem to remember you liked these.” She pulled out a six-pack of my favorite local craft beer. When she was our babysitter I’d never had one in front of her just due to the fact she never stayed after I got home from work. You know, like how babysitters work. They were almost always stocked in the fridge, though. I was touched.

“Thanks so much! I’ll crack a couple open. Have a seat!” I took the beer to the kitchen and grabbed two pint glasses out of the cabinet. I asked how things had been for her and as she answered I poured the beers.

I made my way to the living room to join her and finally got to take her all in. She’d taken off her jacket and she was wearing a V-neck and leggings. She wasn’t being demure about covering up either. Good.

We continued shooting the shit, sipping our beer. The flirtatious energy never left, however. Every topic was peppered with innuendos and winks at one another. When the topic moved to her recent trip to Italy I asked, “What did you mean when you said you had a *lot* of experiences there?”

She threw her head back and laughed. “Well, you know, Italy’s full of sexy people and they’re much less conservative about flings and one-night stands over there.”

“I’m gonna need more detail than that,” I teased, taking a slow sip of my beer.

She shot me her signature smirk and scooted a little closer to me on the couch.

“I fucked a guy in an alley behind a bar. Didn’t even know his name.”

“Amateur.” I scoffed.

“A hot stranger on the train made a pass at me under my jacket I had draped over my lap. So I jacked him off under his jacket while he fingered me. The train was packed.”

“That’s adorable.” I bit my lip.

“Another foreign exchange student from Spain took me back to her hostel and we had an eight person orgy in her room.”

“Aww!” I put a fist under my chin with a pout.

She knew I was only messing around but I could see the tinge of irritation in her eyes. She wanted to prove to me she was a slut and I was going to let her. She moved even closer to me and began running her finger in a circle in one of the rips in my jeans, touching my bare skin. I started playing with her hair.

“I’ve always found you incredibly sexy,” she said boldly.

“Is it weird if I say likewise?” I laughed.

She loved that answer. “If you’d been single, would you..?” she trailed off.

“I know it’s sexier to just say ‘absolutely’ but I’m honestly not sure. I think I would’ve been too afraid.”

“Of me?”

“Of your rejection. And you were also a great babysitter and I wouldn’t have wanted to mess that up.”

She giggled before situating herself inside my right arm that was playing with her hair. “There’s nothing to mess up now.”

The sweet smell of daisies filled my nose and I kissed her softly.

She kissed back taking her right arm and guiding my legs to drape over hers. We stayed that way for a bit, giving each other all types of kisses from pecks to tongue dances. She was so fun to kiss. I began giving her puffy bottom lip more attention before giving it a nibble. That must have unleashed something in her because her response was to push me back onto the couch flat on my back. She slinked her way on top of me, lining her body perfectly with mine, her long hair cascading around my head. She’d created our own little private room.

My hands slid down her back and to her ass, rubbing it and squeezing it gently. After making out there for a few minutes she began kissing down my neck. My nipples were rock solid and making themselves very known. She took notice and playfully licked my left nipple through my shirt with just the tip of her tongue. Her hands tugged up at the bottom of the shirt and I raised up enough to help her get it off.

She sat back and admired my tits, having seen them for the first time, before diving face first into them. I gripped her hair and she hungrily sucked each nipple back and forth, moaning deeply. All this was causing small noises to leave my parted lips and slightly bigger thrusts against her mound.

I wanted her tits, too. I ran my hands up her back, taking her shirt with me. I remembered Madison literally never wore a bra. It had allowed for many cheeky looks at her tits and it was now allowing for easy viewing. I pulled her shirt over her head and we sort of just looked at each other then. Eyes all over one another’s face and upper body. She was practically straddling me at this point so I started bucking against her again.

She replied with an imploring swivel of her hips.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I smiled.

We left our tops there and I took her hand, leading her upstairs to my bedroom. In anticipation, I had cleaned everything spotless and put on fresh sheets. I lit my favorite sandalwood candle just before Madison arrived and the scent greeted us before we’d crossed the threshold. A small lamp on my nightstand gave everything a warm glow.

We picked right up where we left off, embracing one another before just falling back onto the bed. Madison wasn’t taking her time anymore and rolled me onto my back before straddling me like she had downstairs. She kissed softly but urgently perfectly down the middle of my torso. When she got to my pants, she undid them with nimble fingers, giving me unwavering eye contact. She wore a mischievous smile.

I arched my back to help her pull my jeans over my ass and they were off quicker than I had time to register. Like at the club, she hungrily shoved her face into my cunt, rubbing her nose against the mint colored mesh of my thong.

I gasped out, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What I wasn’t able to do last time,” she practically growled. She fully let herself go then, ripping my thong down. It was still caught around my left ankle when she fully engulfed my pussy.

I tossed my head back harder into the comforter. The back ridge of her tongue instantly found the perfect spot on my clit as the tip of her tongue lapped me up at my opening. Her hands gripped either of my thighs, keeping me firmly pressed against her face.

I typically prefer to be the giver as noted in my previous encounter with Maddie. I can rarely get out of my head when I’m receiving oral. I mostly worry I’m taking too long to finish and don’t want them getting bored or exhausted and therefore annoyed. But as a recently single woman, I was going to try something new, completely and fully enjoying it. I grabbed two fistfulls of Madison’s gorgeous hair, closed my eyes, and allowed myself to feel and experience every moment of her cunning linguistics.

Madison ate pussy like it was her job. She did things I’d never felt before and couldn’t possibly describe any way other than with the loud and sometimes shocking noises that came out of me as a result. When I was absolutely dripping, I wanted to switch it up a bit.

“Hey,” I cooed.

She whipped her eyes up at me, not ending her deft assault on my clit.

“I wanna taste you, too.”

Her deep chuckle vibrated my pussy. She stood up and removed her leggings to reveal the tiniest G-string I’d ever seen. I had noticed her tan from Italy last week and now I could fully tell there were no tan lines. This was a girl I could see holding her own in an eight person orgy.

I couldn’t believe this sexy goddess who’d been giving the whole of Italy the show of the century was in my bedroom, backing her pussy onto my face. She wasn’t finished eating her way through me yet. Her thick thighs cuffed my ears and her salty sweet scent consumed my every thought. I involuntarily moaned when I felt how soaking wet she was. Maddie was off the races once again and I put every urge to writhe into devouring her slick slit.

She tasted incredible, so much more sweet than sour. It didn’t take us long to find our rhythm. I was flattered at how often she needed to stop eating me so she could thrust and moan. She started practically screaming, “Yesyesyesyes*YES*!” before kicking off me suddenly. “I need to fuck you,” she cried.

It was obvious I was to play ‘bottom’ as it were tonight and this kitten had me under her spell so I had zero objections. I sensually spread my legs before bending my right knee toward my face and beckoning her with my eyes.

She expertly took her position on top of me and pressed her warm, wet cunt against my own. Our clits found one another like magnets. Madison really wanted to fuck me. She wrapped her hands around my thigh just above my knee from underneath and used it to brace her thrusts.

My flexibility was tested as I held myself together for her. This girl fucked with wild passion. It wasn’t immature or overzealous, it was entirely calculated and not a single ounce of energy was wasted.

Our clits made out deeply as I felt myself climaxing. “Maddie, baby!” I warned.

She met me with piercing eyes and that same unbreakable gaze. “Cum for me, Mommy.” Those four words seeping out of her perfect mouth were the last thing I saw before fireworks blinded my vision.

I have never considered myself a screamer. Muffled, low orgasms are usually my go-to. All the edging must have put me on a different level though because I fully moaned from the depth of my soul. I might’ve worried the neighbors could’ve heard me if I wasn’t currently on a one-way trip to Heaven. I allowed my eyes to open to see her beautiful face.

She was giving me the same mouth agape look she gave when I had her near orgasm. When our eyes met, she let out the sexiest breathy moan before rolling her eyes in the back of her head. I felt our thicker fluids blend and knew she was cumming with me.

I reached the finish line first and waited in complete awe as she near silently joined me.

She almost comically collapsed next to me. Neither of us rushed our bliss, staring at the ceiling and catching our collective breath.

Without moving anything else, I took the back of my right hand and ran it gently up and down her hip. She came out of her daze and turned onto her side to face me.

“Jesus tap dancing Christ on a bike!” she gushed.

We both laughed hard. I turned to face her as well and caressed her cheek.

“It’s been fifteen years since my last confessional, I just received the best orgasm of my life,” I murmured, putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

We kissed a few times before standing up to get dressed. I walked over to my dresser to grab pajama bottoms. “Would you wanna just put on a pair of these?” The offer flew out of me without thought. I wanted to punch myself before she smirked and gave her answer by taking the pair I was holding.

“I still need to finish my beer,” she teased, putting them on.

We went back downstairs and finished our beers which were warm at this point but would happily still be served in a British pub. Getting all the sexual tension out of the way made room for great conversation. We sat on the couch talking about ourselves and our favorite things and future plans. One beer turned into the entire six pack and it was nearly 3:00 AM. A notification on her phone alerted us to the time.

“Oh my God! It’s so late! Or early! I really should be going. I’m so sorry I stayed so late.” She started quickly grabbing her things.

“Woah woah woah, Madison, it’s fine,” I soothed, “It’s really late to be driving and we’ve had three beers. You should call a Lyft or you’re welcome to stay if you want.”

“You’re probably right. I think I’d like to stay.”

“I can make you up something comfy here on the couch,” I said, standing.

“Oh, no!,” she laughed, “I wouldn’t mind sleeping with you.. If- if that’s alright.”

“Anyone who made you sleep somewhere else after what you gave me tonight would deserve celibacy for life,” I said a little more enthusiastically than I meant to.

She thanked me before taking our glasses to the kitchen. I headed upstairs to see if I had any extra toothbrushes and makeup wipes.

Once we were cleaned and settled for bed, I expected to pass out instantly. Instead, I laid there, eyes wide open, unable to think of anything but absolutely wrecking Madison again. We both were lying on our left sides so I decided to drape my right arm over her. She responded by backing toward me a little. Over the next few minutes, she proceeded to inch backwards until her voluptuous cheeks were pressed firmly against my pussy.

I tested the waters and slid my hand slowly toward her pelvis. She rocked her ass into mine harder. I was overcome with lust and plunged my hand down her panties. She was already glistening and she gasped as I made contact with her opening.

I fingered her with no consideration of anything other than cranking another orgasm out of her. I wanted to hear her shudders again and this time I wanted full control. She flopped onto her back and I could make out her stunned face in the dark. I remembered everything she loved in that broom closet and I gave it to her again but more intensely. I had never felt such an insatiable lust for another person. I wanted nothing more than to feel her becoming melted putty under my vibrating fingers.

I got my wish as she moaned my name over and over again, bucking against my hand. I turned to grab some tissues off my nightstand but was pinned back to the bed. She loomed over me, all tousled waves. Her hand was on my pussy and I knew I wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon.

Saturday’s sunrise found me balls deep inside her with my strap-on. The both of us sweating, panting messes, neither having slept a wink. She was almost violently trembling against my cock when I grunted, “One of us is going to have to call a truce. Our vaginas are gonna fall out.”

“More, Mommy, more,” she whimpered, lazily thrusting up and down on me.

“Baby, I gotta shower. And eat. And maybe sleep at some point.” I pulled out of her and started cleaning up.

“Ughhhhh, alright,” she pouted, slamming onto the bed.

“Shower with me?” I proposed.

We had a lovely (sex free) shower and I made us eggs and toast before she decided to go back home and nap.

I walked her to the door and kissed her goodbye. “We met tonight- er, last night because neither of us could stop thinking about the last time we were together,” I whispered close to her face, “I can guarantee I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about this.”

She giggled. “What should we do then?”

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