The Babysitter [MF, older man/younger woman]

When he arrived home from work that day, the house seemed strangely dark. He glanced at his watch as he stepped from the garage into the kitchen, noting that it’s just a few minutes short of eight o’clock. Though it’s late, he’s still home earlier than his usual time of ten or later. While being the CEO certainly has its perks and comes with a rather large paycheck, it does have its drawbacks, one of those being regularly working late.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the kitchen, he set his briefcase down on the kitchen counter and slid off his blazer – a navy blue one that perfectly matched his pants, both of which are tailored to fit his unique body; being 6’2 with a muscular build and broad shoulders made it difficult for him to find clothes off the rack that fit well. This suit was complemented nicely by a long sleeve button-up white shirt, blood-red tie, and a pair of brown leather shoes – all labeled with the most fashionable designers, of course. The CEO *does* need to portray a message of strength, and no better way to do that than with the wallet.

He gently placed his blazer on the back of one of the kitchen chairs as he unbuttoned the cuffs on his shirt while he made his way from the kitchen to the living room only to be greeted with more darkness. He looked around for a moment as he continued to make his way through his house, and when he came upon the bottom of the stairs, he noticed a faint light on upstairs. And though it was faint, he could make out the sound of music, though he couldn’t tell what kind.

He made his way up the stairs, pausing slightly at the mirror that was placed about halfway up. Glancing at his own reflection, his blue eyes slowly made their way over his brown hair peppered with silver streaks and over the creases in his face to his strong jaw – which is normally clean-shaven, but he’s grown a bit of a five o’clock shadow recently, which also has bits of gray in it. His large hand slid through his hair – a peculiar tick of his – to smooth it out, and he loosened the tie around his neck, making sure to unbutton the top couple buttons of his shirt.

Finally satisfied, he continued his ascent up the stairs and turned left towards the source of the light. As he made his way down the hallway, he realized the light was emanating from the master bedroom – *his* bedroom – and he realized the music was a romantic sort of genre. He reached the doorway to his room – the room on the left – and pushed the door open as he stepped inside. While this room was certainly lit up, it wasn’t quite the source of the light. That’s when he glanced over at his bathroom and noticed the door open slightly – clearly *this* was the source of the light.

His long legs covered the distance between the doors in a matter of seconds. He slowly pushed the door open and was greeted with a light source he wasn’t expecting.

Candles

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the new light source, but when they did, he finally realized something – there’s someone in his bathtub. And through the soft music, he could hear a buzzing sound mixed with stifled moans.Thoughts started racing through his head until he came to another realization as he stepped inside the bathroom.

“Emily?” He asked. Though he said it softly, his voice still has that booming, commanding effect, and it echoed throughout the bathroom as the figure turned toward him, the buzzing sound suddenly ceasing, “Is that you?” Though he asked, he knew the answer to his question as her face came into view. She was certainly surprised to see him, but it was a different kind of surprise – like a welcome one. Silence filled the space between them for a few moments before she finally spoke up.

“Mr. Jackson”, she said softly, “You’re home earlier than I expected….” she says, pausing for a moment while she looked down, the candlelight giving her brown hair a bit of a red glow, her green eyes piercing through the semi-darkness when she looked back up at him, “I’m sorry for using your bath-“.

“No need to apologize, Em.” He says, cutting her off as he gives her a smile, “You deserve to spoil yourself sometimes. I trust that Colton is asleep?” He asked as he started to roll up the sleeves on his shirt, exposing the veins and muscles of his forearms as he took a few more steps inside the bathroom, shortening the distance between them.

“Oh, absolutely. He was pretty tuckered out after dinner, and he passed out pretty quickly”, she said in her sweet, caring voice, a small smile on her lipstick-covered lips as her eyes watched him intently, “And thank you for saying that, Mr. Jackson. It means a lot. Colton’s a great kid, but he does require a lot of work.”

He smiles at her, laughing softly at her comment. He’s not quite sure what’s come over him right now, but he can’t seem to stop himself from stepping closer to her, each step closer showing him more and more details – the bubbles filling the tub, her hair pulled back in a messy bun, the red flush of her cheeks, the tops of her breasts barely visible as the bubbles started to dissipate.

“You know, Em”, he says as he takes a knee next to the bathtub, his eyes focused on hers as he moved closer to her level, “There was a time when I would have brushed this off as a simple accident. We’d say our apologies and I’d leave you to your own…devices.” He says, pausing with a smirk as he rests one hand on the edge of the tub while the other slides over her cheek, his thumb brushing just under her bottom lip. “But these past couple of weeks, you’ve made it clear what’s on your mind. Who wears clothes *that* revealing to work, after all? And as much as I tried to resist, well, even I have my breaking point. And this is it. But you knew that, didn’t you?” He asks rhetorically while his right hand slides off the tub and into the water and his left hand slides down over the back of her neck.

Their eyes lock as he gives her a smile, watching as her eyes study him, waiting for his next move, wondering what he could be leading up to. His hand wanders aimlessly in the water until it finds her knee and wraps around it, squeezing firmly before it moves up her slender thigh, “Mr. Jackson, I-” she says, pausing as she feels his hand on her thigh, “I…I don’t know what to say. I didn’t think you had noticed. And I never expected anything to happen…” she says, her words trailing off as she tries to feign innocence.

He gives her his warm smile, the kind of smile that only a seasoned man can give to a woman in her 20s. His hand slowly makes its way further up and between her thighs, searching the bottom of the tub until he finally finds what he’s looking for, “No need to fret, Emily. I can promise you I’ve thought about this a lot, I just never imagined I’d ever get the opportunity.”

With the object finally in his hand, he decides to waste no more time. The hand on her neck makes its way to the back of her head, holding it at the base and acting as a cushion between her head and the edge of the tub. He runs his thumb over the item in his hand until he finds the switch he was looking for. With a flick of his thumb, the humming noise from before returns with a fierce vengeance – this time louder and more clear.

His hand closes the distance between him and her womanhood as the vibrations from the small toy cause the water to ripple right above where her sex lies in the water. He presses the tip of it against her clit, watching as her eyes roll into the back of her head before closing and her breathing becomes more labored, the rise and fall of her chest starting to pick up pace.

With his heart racing in his chest, he runs the toy up and down the length of her clit, watching as her body responds so positively to his touch. She pulls a wet hand out of the tub and slides it through his hair, leaving a wet patch as her hand slides down over his neck and to his shoulder, where she holds onto him tightly. leaving a wet handprint on his shirt.

“Mr. Jackson…” she says softly as she bites her lip to keep the noise down, “I don’t…we shouldn’t…I can’t….” she says, stumbling for words as she opens her legs wider for him. And when she does, he can feel his own desires and needs growing inside of him, and just how much he needs her body.

“Emily.” he says softly, watching as she manages to open her eyes and stare into his own, a look of pure ecstasy covering her face as her breasts become more visible, “You don’t need to tease me anymore. You’ve got my attention.” He says with a smile while he still works her clit with the toy below the water.

Suddenly, without another word or warning, he thrusts the toy inside of her, watching as her eyes rolll back hard and close while she jerks her head back, his hand hitting the edge of the tub – better that than her head – and she opens her mouth wide as his hand works the toy in and out of her, already feeling just how tight she is.

Her grip on his shoulder tightens as he pumps the vibrating toy in and out of her, picking up the pace, each thrust trying to penetrate deeper than the last, “Oh my God, ohhh my….Mr. Jackson….” she moans out between pants and gasps, her breasts now heaving up and down with great speed, her nipples hard and piercing the air like a knife.

His grip on the back of her neck tights as he pumps the toy in and out – in and out, faster and harder – a massive erection building up in his pants. “Do it, Emily.” he says, “Cum for me.”

And with those words, he can see her whole body tense, her legs squeezing his hand tightly as her fingernails dug into his shoulder, gasps and moans escaping her lips as her face twists into a look of pleasure. Her body quivers with the sweet release of ecstasy, and after what seems like an eternity, her body finally relaxes, and her hand falls from his shoulder onto the edge of the tub. And all she can do is sit in the tub and gasp for air while she looks at him, wondering what he’ll do next.

He pulls the toy out of her and turns it off, setting it back on the floor of the tub where he found it. His hand moves up her thighs and over her stomach, massaging her young perky breasts for a moment before finally exiting the water. He leans in close to her, giving her a long, slow, passionate kiss on the lips while his other hand stays on the back of her neck.

After the kiss finally breaks, they stare at each other, Emily still attempting to come down from her intense orgasm.

He gives her his smirk and stands up, his eyes on her the whole time.

“My turn.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hefcuo/the_babysitter_mf_older_manyounger_woman