babysitter (f/m)

I started babysitting while I was in college. I needed money for bills and expenses and a job that allowed me some time to study and finish homework while “on the clock”. A single father of twin 3 year old girls had contacted the head instructor of my elementary education program looking for someone to sit with his daughters on weeknights for a couple of hours while he worked at his family’s business. He couldn’t pay much but he offered reliable WiFi and a place to study and finish school work. I volunteered immediately.

Every weeknight I arrived at 8pm just as John was finishing reading a bedtime story to his girls who were already sleeping peacefully. He was a good dad who seemed to work hard to give his girls a good life. I knew nothing about him other than his wife had packed her belongings, served the divorce papers as he walked through the door, and drove away. She never told the girls goodbye nor had she attempted to contact them since. He told me this a few weeks into the job as he was looking for his checkbook.

Every night was pretty routine: the girls slept, I worked on my computer, John came home and handed me a check as I walked out the door. This continued for 4 months until one night around Christmas.

John came home and sat his keys on the kitchen table. I was sitting on the couch looking over study notes and started packing my things when I heard him enter. “They haven’t made a sound”, I told him as I entered the kitchen. He was sitting in a chair at the table, shoulders slumped forward, eyes half open with dark circles. He was always exhausted, but moreso then. He nodded slightly and held out a check for me to take. He looked up at me and thanked me for my time. As I opened the door to the driveway he turned to me suddenly. “Hey Bethany, before you go…” He hesitated for a second and seemed ashamed in his approach. “Christmas is coming up…and well…I don’t know what to get the girls. Im…well I’m 40 years old and…”, he chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, “I just don’t know what to get them.” I closed the door and turned back to sit next to him at the table. “I could show you some ideas. I work with young children at school and I know about some of the popular toys and trends.” I knew he was embarrassed to have to ask for help, and I wanted to save him from having to do so. “Thank you”, he said with tired praise.

We sat on the living room couch for almost an hour as I scrolled through various websites on my computer. My “presentation” covered all the bases. Clothes, toys, gadgets and more. He sat beside me and listened and looked with such intensity. He repeated over and over that he wanted to get it right, that they deserved it, and that he didn’t want to let them down. I saw a good person and a better dad in those eyes. There was handsome in that tired face. I saw him smile and heard him laugh for the first time when I suggested that he buy himself a tutu to match theirs.

I don’t know what made me do it, but as he was reading reviews for a music playing night light I kissed him. I kept my lips on his for only a couple of seconds and backed off. He was in shock, but for the first time I saw some life in his brown eyes. I kissed him again, and this time he kissed back if only slightly. I backed off again. “Um…I…uh”. He was at a loss for words. “Shh…” I stopped him and stood up from the couch. I removed my hoodie as he looked on in shock. My black sports bra was the next to go and my young tits dropped slightly as I freed them. He stared at them, but remained frozen. I knelt down between his knees and began unbuckling his belt. He breath picked up and he slumped back into the couch. I unzipped his pants, pulled them down to the floor, and revealed his cock. Thick and half erect, it tried to stand up straight but hadn’t gained enough blood flow to do so. A dark growth of hair surrounded him but I didn’t mind. Grooming was the last thing on his mind. I put him in my mouth and immediately his cock swelled to it’s full size. He gasped. I circled my tongue around him and went up and down the full length of him. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my large breast. His breathing only quickened, and his whole body shook with excited nervousness. He looked down at me and moaned. A thick stream of jizz shot down my tongue and I swallowed to make room for more. “Oh shit”, he moaned. I think he was hoping to last a bit longer than a few seconds. Semen filled my mouth as I continued to suck his cock. I pulled hard on his cock to free the last drops and swallowed his load. His drained body reclined back on the couch and his breathing slowly returned to normal. I stood up and put my clothes back on. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and he could only look at me.

“See you tomorrow night, John”

I locked the door behind me as I left.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sv22xk/babysitter_fm