The Babysitter, her POV [MF, older man/younger woman]

*Written in response to* [*”The Babysitter”*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hefcuo/the_babysitter_mf_older_manyounger_woman/) *with permission. Credit to* u/SilverFoxWriter *for storyline and dialogue.*

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After putting Colton to bed, I drew a bath for myself. I undressed and tucked my summertime nanny outfit, light track shorts and a tank top, into my tote bag. I set the vanity lights to dim. They cast a flattering light on me as I pulled my hair into a bun in front of the mirror. At the end of a busy day of babysitting, my brown hair highlighted by the sun was a mess and my makeup was faded.

I eyed myself in the mirror with confidence. One of the perks of this job was the time spent outdoors. My cheeks were dotted in freckles and my shoulders had a sun kissed tan. I admired the luscious curves of my youthful breasts in this mood lighting. The cool central air conditioning made my rosy nipples hard, but I wasn’t cold for long as the steam from my hot bath filled the room. As the mirror fogged up, I applied lipstick for no other reason than it made me feel good.

I delighted in wandering the master bedroom completely stripped down. Sneaking around thrilled me. The Jackson’s had told me to make myself at home, and so I was. Mr. Jackson wouldn’t be home for another few hours. What was the harm in enjoying the amenities?

I had been the Jackson’s nanny for about a year. It was a great fit. Colton was a lovely kid, the pay was fair, and I never had a shortage of hours. Mr. Jackson worked late most nights, and Mrs. Jackson travelled often. Being in my twenties, I rented a decent apartment with roommates. But I enjoyed the domestic luxuries that this house offered, especially the evening solitude.

I spent many evenings alone in the Jackson’s home after putting Colton down. They had a large modern house in a nice neighbourhood. It was outfitted with high end appliances even though they rarely cooked. In the back was a patio with string lights overhead where I often sat out at night. I couldn’t help but notice the Italian stone soaker tub that sat unused for months at a time in the master ensuite. It would be a waste not to use it.

I had been building confidence over the last few weeks. Mrs. Jackson had been away for an especially busy season. Mr. Jackson and I had switched off childcare duties almost daily. As their nanny, I got to be around for the intimate moments of life – watching him running around the house, shirt unbuttoned in the morning as he prepared for the day. Signing for deliveries from high end department stores to refresh their wardrobes with this season’s styles. Greeting Mr. Jackson as he came in after work and poured himself a glass of scotch, casting off his tie and blazer. He occasionally offered me one, but I always claimed I had to go right away and left awkwardly, mostly because I didn’t trust myself to share a drink alone with such a desirable man. At least not yet. One of these days I planned to take his generous offer.

I’d noticed him notice me. I caught him sneaking glimpses of my ass cheek peeking out from the bottom of my shorts as I bent over to pick up Colton. Our hands had touched for a moment too long when I handed back his house and car keys before the weekend. When we chatted up close, he couldn’t resist gazing down my shirt, fixing on my cleavage.

I revelled in those moments. Mr. Jackson was incredibly appealing with his grey-blue eyes, salt and pepper hair always set in a perfect wave, and the most tempting plump lips. I’d seen him both in his house coat and his best suit – and he looked dashing in both. I knew from having access to his calendar that he saw a trainer several times a week, and it showed. As CEO, his job was stressful, so his gym routine was key to stress relief.

This enticement had been building over the past year, especially lately. I’d invested in a small silicone vibrator to release some of the sexual tension. Today, for no particular reason, I had slipped it into my tote bag and brought it to work. Now that the steaming bath was running, I grabbed the toy from my bag.

Tonight, I was emboldened enough to treat myself to an extra satisfying soak in the tub. I had set some music, low enough that I could hear Colton if he woke up. I lit a few of the many candles from the Jacksons’ shelf that had never been used. I slid into the soothing warm water, added a teaspoon of luxury Moroccan oil bubble bath, and rested my head back.

This was the calmest I’d felt in ages. The aromatherapy from the bubble bath sedated me slightly, the deep tub made me feel weightless. I closed my eyes and turned on the toy, excitedly running it down the inside of my slender thigh, sending tickles through my entire body. I was in no rush, I wanted to take my time to build up to a sweet release.

My senses were heightened as I brought the tip of the toy to my thirsty clit, swollen with anticipation. I’d been looking forward to this moment all day. The cold stone of the bath chilled the back of my neck, the warm water lapped up against my chest. I let out a soft moan as I enjoyed every sensation I was experiencing. The vibrator hummed, stirring the water as I moved it in long, slow strokes against my pearl.

I was just allowing myself to pick up the slightest bit of speed when I thought I heard a noise. Was it a stair creaking? It couldn’t be, it wasn’t even dark yet. I went back to my rhythm. Another moan escaped my lips.

“Emily? …Is that you?” I heard from the bedroom. My eyes popped open and I quickly found the switch on my toy, dropping it to the bottom of the tub to hide the evidence.

Mr. Jackson was home early. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as my pulse surged. My cheeks flushed bright red. I knew this was a risk. I had taken my chances. Of course, the one night I indulge in the tub was the one night he came home at a decent hour.

I caught a glimpse of Mr. Jackson’s broad frame in the doorway, looking handsome as hell. My sex throbbed even more than it already was. It was titillating to be nude in his presence. I couldn’t help but flash a seductive smile as we made eye contact. We both froze in a state of pleasant surprise.

“Mr. Jackson, you’re home early,” I barely managed in a flustered but innocent voice. “I’m sorry for using your bath…” was the only response that came to my racing mind.

“No need to apologize, Em.” I loved it when he used my pet name. His voice was soothing and understanding. “You deserve to spoil yourself sometimes. I trust that Colton is asleep?” inquired Mr. Jackson. He was stepping towards me, encroaching on a dangerously intimate space.

“Oh, absolutely. He was pretty tuckered out after dinner, and he passed out pretty quickly,” I responded as I watched him intently. One of two things were going to happen. Either Mr. Jackson would give me some privacy to hop out of the tub, discreetly hide the toy, and we’d never mention this again – or he wouldn’t.

There was a wild spark in his eye I’d never seen before. My heart fluttered as I realized he wasn’t planning on leaving. In fact, he was rolling up his sleeves. My eyes were glued on him as he exposed his muscular forearms.

I nervously babbled on, “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 let out a soft laugh to ease the tension, but he kept approaching me until he was kneeled next to the tub. I couldn’t conceal the desire and intrigue on my face, but neither could he.

“You know, Em”, he said as came down face to face at my 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.” I raised an eyebrow as he smirked at me provocatively. His fingers came down and gripped the edge of the tub, while the other hand affectionately brushed my cheek. The second our skin made contact I felt a shock through my entire body. His fingertip grazed just under my bottom lip. It took every ounce of restraint in me to not nip at his finger in a naughty play bite.

“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?” I feigned ignorance at knowing what he meant by that rhetorical question. I stared at him blankly, my green eyes wide and pure.

He continued past the point of no return. “…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?” His right hand released his grip on the side of the tub and plunged into the bath water while his left hand slid around to the back of my neck. I was exhilarated by what was happening. I pressed into his firm grip, expectantly waiting to feel the hand that was wandering in the water. He found my leg. Starting from my knee, he massaged it upwards.

“Mr. Jackson, I-” I started to panic, but his tender grip on my thigh calmed my nerves. I was still at a loss for words. “I…I don’t know what to say. I didn’t think you had noticed. And I never expected anything to happen…” I admitted.

He reassured me with an irresistible smile as he worked his hand up to my inner thigh. His well-worn laugh lines and silvery five o’clock shadow turned me on in ways only a man of his age could. I was overwhelmed with lust. I was desperate for his wandering fingers to make contact with my womanhood, but he let go. His hand swept the bottom of the tub between my legs.

“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.” I couldn’t believe that he felt the same way. At this point, neither of us could resist temptation any longer.

He caught something in his hand – my vibrator. I’d been more conspicuous than I realized. How long had he watched and heard me pleasure myself in his tub earlier? Before I could get too far into that though, I heard it purr. He found the switch. By now his hand was cushioning the back of my head against the edge of the tub, readying me for a luxurious treatment.

My muscles tensed in anticipation until he brought the humming toy to my crevice. He expertly guided the tip to my pearl, finding it easily even though it was obscured by bubbly bath water. My chest rose and I gasped with delight as I felt the stimulation on my nerve endings. My eyes rolled back in my head as I closed them, giving into the sensations.

Both of our hearts were racing as he rubbed the length of my clit with the toy. My entire frame rocked at his touch, sending water rippling and lapping against the sides of the tub. The small movements amplified through my extremities.

I needed something to grip outside of this slippery tub. My hand grasped first at my hair, then landed on Mr. Jackson’s firm bicep, marking my wet handprint on his shirt. I gripped him around the shoulder, feeling his powerful muscles move as he continuously stroked me.

“Mr. Jackson…” I let out under my breath. I bit my lower lip to stifle my urge to scream. I didn’t want him to stop, but I felt obligated to put up an act. “I don’t…we shouldn’t…I can’t….” I started, but never finished.

My eyes wandered down his strapping body. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge of his manhood which had hardened in his pants. His obvious arousal shut me up. I let me knees fall to the sides of the tub, splaying my legs wider and inviting him to continue. I lay back with my eyes closed again, completely surrendering to him. I was lost in the moment as he steadily, meticulously pleasured me. Of course, he had the perfect touch.

I heard him say my name. I fluttered my eyes open, unable to answer in words. He was fixated on my ripe breasts which rose out of the water and sank back in with each heavy breath. He brought his gaze back up and we locked eyes.

“You don’t need to tease me anymore. You’ve got my attention,” he assured me while he worked my clit. I wasn’t sure who had who wrapped around their finger.

I was just building up towards a climax when he changed things up. Without word or warning, he penetrated me with the vibrator. The surge of pleasure made my body lurch. Mr. Jackson’s grip on the back of my head softened the landing as I slammed against the back of the tub. Splashes of water soaked into his shirt as he hovered over me. I was so tight he had to use his core strength to thrust the wand in and out.

With nothing to grip in the bath, I clung firmly to his shoulder. Otherwise I would have slid all over from the motion of Mr. Jackson’s strong arm ramming the vibrator into me. Between his grip on my head and his handle on the toy shaft, he had total control of my body.

“Oh my God, ohhh my,” I managed between pants and gasps. “….Mr. Jackson….” I moaned. From the concentrated but pleased look on his face, I could tell calling him by his formal address turned him on even more.

I arched my back with pleasure and sat up a little. My breasts were now fully out of the water, my nipples rock hard. I looked down to see his massive erection still pressing from within his suit pants. He was fucking me hard and steady; he knew he was bringing me close to release.

“Do it, Emily. Cum for me.” He tried to sound demanding, but I heard a plea in his voice. It sent me over the edge. I climaxed in his arms, reaching a new state of pure bliss.

I tensed from head to toe. My thighs clasped together, locking his hand in place between them. I knew he felt my cream dripping out on his fingers before it dissipated into the bath. I held him tightly, digging in my nails as an intense wave of sensation overcame me. I wanted him to feel every quiver and shudder that he had caused to ripple through my body. I moaned uncontrollably into the steamy evening air.

My muscles relaxed as I came down from my euphoria. I loosened my grip on him. I let myself float freely in the water as I caught my breath. Mr. Jackson’s arm was still in the water with me. I brushed his forearm gently, gratefully with my fingertips. He turned off the vibrator and dropped it back where he found it.

Even as I recovered from the extraordinary orgasm, the sight of his impressive physique over the edge of the tub still aroused me. I was excited for what would happen next, and evidently so was he judging by his raging hard-on.

I felt his hand on my thigh again. The intimate touch sent a small aftershock of pleasure through me. He traced up my stomach to my plump, soapy breasts. He massaged them sensually for too short a moment. I basked in the attention, knowing we’d both craved this before.

Finally, he pulled his hand out of the water. He propped himself up on the edge of the tub, leaning his entire chest over me. We locked in a passionate, time-stopping kiss. I realized he’d made me cum before I had even tasted him. His stubble scratched my chin and tickled my lips as we explored each others’ mouths. I ran a wet hand through his now disheveled hair and gripped his solid bicep for stability. His shirt was thoroughly soaked. His left hand had never abandoned the back of my head, keeping me comfortable and under his grip the entire time. When we finally disengaged for a moment, he looked me alluringly. “My turn.”

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