The door swung open and, as expected, I was met with the intoxicating aroma of cedar wood and musk. Its familiarity didn’t render its effect on me any less potent, and in fact, I yearned for it throughout the week when it wasn’t there.
“Hello Emily.” Said Mr DeLuca with a warm smile.
The way he’d say my name with that smooth, voice of his sent shivers down my spine. And that smile, drove me wild. I’ll never forget the first time I saw it and the butterflies I had for the rest of the day.
I was just eighteen when I first met Mr DeLuca. I had taken up babysitting his two kids every Saturday night whilst he and his wife attended their date. It was good money, especially considering that I was still in high-school and just looking for a little extra change. But from the moment I met him, I was smitten.
He was a tall man, with a dark complexion and the most beautiful, honey eyes I’d ever seen in my life. His face showed signs of age but not wear, and his silver hair was always kept neat. Neat like the tailor-made suits he always wore. Neat like the whiskey he’d pour, every night upon his return. In fact, it was quite a routine. Every Saturday night, Mrs DeLuca would check on the kids then head straight to bed, whereas Mr DeLuca would take off his suit jacket, roll up his shirt sleeves and pour himself a glass. I’d gaze at his muscular forearms as he did so, imagining how nice it’d feel to have them wrapped around me…whilst my legs were wrapped around him. He dwarfed me in every way and I frequently fantasized about all the dirty things I wanted him to do to me. I was hungry for his taste. Desperate for his touch. I had a burning desire to find feel him deep inside of me, with our sweaty bodies writhing together in pleasure as he calls me his good girl.
Of course I never imagined these fantasies would or could manifest to reality. Not only was Mr DeLuca married but I was a short and scrawny, awkward teenage girl with insecurities about the fact that puberty had seemingly come and gone for all of my classmates and left me behind. That last point had been driven home by my previous and overweight boyfriend, who made a point of reminding me that he had bigger boobs than I did. Sex with him, was somehow worse than with the guy I dated before, who’d simply jackhammer me for ninety seconds straight then have the audacity to ask if I came.
You can see why my interest in boys my age was fading.
“Good evening, Mr DeLuca.” I sighed, taking in his scent before accepting his invitation inside.
I had been babysitting for them for a few months now, and in that time, Mr DeLuca and I had grown much closer. Following those moments where he’d roll up his sleeves and pour his favorite drink, we’d sit and converse until my taxi home arrived. We soon bonded over our love of animals and sitcoms, and he’d frequently mock my disdain for coffee, which he promised I’d like when I got older.
I looked the older gentleman up and down. Something about a guy in a suit made me weak in the knees. And the one he wore that night, made him look particularly handsome. Perfectly fit, as always, and all back from his shoes to his tie, except for the white shirt and gold watch.
“Your suit looks extra dashing tonight.” I said.
“Thank you.” He nodded. “It’s my favorite one.”
“I can see why.”
We both smiled and I felt this awkward tension. Though it was probably just me. I had an awkward tension even when I was alone. But it was made worse in situations like this when I was valiantly fighting the urge to pounce on a married father in the middle of his living room. Plus I never know what to do with my hands and always end up fidgeting like crazy.
“You also look-”
“RIIIIICH! Will you come here a moment?” Mrs DeLuca bellowed from upstairs, interrupting her husband.
He excused himself and I watched him disappear up the stairs, before slumping onto the couch and letting out a soft groan.
*Why did he have to be so hot?*
Shortly after, I got swarmed by the kids and Mr and Mrs DeLuca left for their date.
The rest of the evening continued as usual. I helped them with their homework, played some games then put them to bed until I found myself back, sitting in the living room with my hands on my lap, staring at my reflection in the TV screen.
I was imagining the various different ways I might find myself in a steamy situation with Mr DeLuca and how I could seduce him. Though all of my ideas played out like those cheesy, sex stories you get off the internet.
Still, that didn’t stop me from enjoying them one little bit. I was reveling in those fantasies. Imagining the increasingly lewd things we do to an extent that surprised myself. I had always deplored the idea of cheating but suddenly, the thought of one of our night time conversations escalating to raunchy sex, so intense that Mr DeLuca has to cover my mouth so his wife upstairs doesn’t hear us…well that thought made me wetter than I could believe. And without even realizing what I was doing, my hand had climbed up my thighs, underneath my skirt and found its way to my panty-covered cunt, where I was swirling my fingers over my clit.
Suddenly, the familiar roar of an engine pulled into the drive way and I leapt out of the chair. I hurried over to the kitchen counter where I poured a glass of whiskey – no rocks. I stood with it behind my back as Mrs DeLuca entered.
“I assume the children are asleep?”
“Yes, Mrs DeLuca. Safe and sound.”
She thanked me and bid me goodnight before making her way upstairs. Mr DeLuca then followed inside, shutting the door behind him before taking off his suit jacket, folding it nicely and leaving it over a chair, then rolling up his sleeves.
I approached him with an overly-enthusiastic grin and extended the glass of whiskey out toward him.
He smiled back, one that was much wider than the polite one he flashed me earlier. He watched me for a moment then took the drink, thanking me as we made our way to the couch.
“So, did you and Mrs DeLuca have a nice time?” I asked as we sat.
He was silent for a moment. “Yes, thank you.” Then gulped down the rest of his drink.
There was more silence. I reached down and grinded the hem of my skirt in my fingers.
Suddenly, I felt a large, warm hand right beside them, resting gently on my leg and cautiously raising my skirt back ever so slightly. My heart began thumping like crazy.
“How’d you get this bruise on you leg?” He spoke in a low voice.
I looked down at my thigh to see the bruise he was talking about, one I didn’t even know I had.
“Oh… um, probably gym or something.” I said with a nervous chuckle.
All I had to do was move my leg to the side and it’d drive his hand up my skirt. But I couldn’t. It was like I was frozen solid. No matter how badly I wanted to spread my legs, I just couldn’t do it! I kept thinking about all the ways it could go wrong and just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
“Does it hurt?” He asked.
I gazed into those big, beautiful eyes of his. “It’s okay.” I replied softly.
“Are you sure?” He squeezed my thigh gently. “Because I have some cream I could put on that to help, if it does.”
“It hurts a little.”
My heart raced even faster when he returned with a small tube. He squirted a little dollop onto his fingers and gently pulled my leg to the side with his other hand.
“Is it cold?”
He shook his head. “It’s just a little cool.”
“Heh, like me then.” I said with a smug tone as I folded my arms.
*I hated myself. I was such a dork.*
Though luckily, he laughed. So I laughed. And we laughed like two idiots.
Then he gently massaged the cream into my thigh and told me it’d feel better soon. I told him it was already working. And I swear, it was like a magnet was pulling our heads together. And just before the collision, he suddenly stopped, cleared his throat, and called me a cab.
And just like that, the moment was over. But I cherished it for the rest of the week, playing it through as I imagined the events that may have unfolded if it didn’t stop there and rubbed myself to climax at the possibilities. Next Saturday couldn’t come quick enough and when it finally did, I made sure to wear my favorite and nicest, summer dress.
It was a gorgeous, creamy, white one with a floral pattern, no sleeves and thin straps. And a bottom that just covered my thighs. I practically skipped up their garden path that Saturday night.
And I know what you’re thinking – nothing really happened. I mean he’s still married! And you’re right, but put yourself in my shoes. If your crush had massaged your thighs, you’d be in pretty high spirits too, wouldn’t you? See, I wasn’t necessarily expecting anything more to happen again, (though I really hoped for it), but it didn’t matter. I was in a great mood and nothing was going to change that!
I knocked on the door and waited with my biggest grin.
…
*No answer.*
*Oh my god, I’m gonna kill myself. They left town without telling me, didn’t they? I bet they-*
Finally the door opened.
“Hi, Mr DeLuca!” I beamed instinctively, though when I realized what I was looking at, I almost passed out.
For the first time in my life, I saw Mr DeLuca wearing something other than a suit. Instead, he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants … and that was it. He had nothing hiding magnificent body and with how tight his bottoms were, they didn’t hide much either.
I stood, almost dazed for a moment before I cleared my throat to speak. “Casual date night, huh? I like it.”
Mr DeLuca scratched the back of his head. “Oh, shit.” He muttered under his breath.
I asked if everything was okay and he invited me in. There was an open beer on the table and some old sports game playing on the TV.
“I forgot to call you.” He explained. “We’ve cancelled date night. And Emma’s taken the kids up to her parents for the weekend…Let me just get my wallet, I won’t have you travelling here for nothing.”
I waved him off. “Don’t worry about it. It’s no big deal.”
“I insist. And honestly, Em, it might be the last time anyway.”
*Did he just call me Em?* *Why was that so cute? He never called me Em before, or any nickname for that matter.*
“Mr DeLuca, what’s wrong?”
“Just boring, old, married people stuff.” He said. “Nothing for you to worry about.”
But I didn’t take no for an answer. I reasoned that after all the times he’s let me rant about school and stuff, the least I could do is listen to him for a while. And with that, we were back on the couch.
It turned out, the whole, ‘date night’ thing had been a last ditch attempt from Mr DeLuca to salvage his crumbling marriage. That was his words, not mine. I think he vented more than he meant to, but I was glad since he clearly had a lot to get off his chest. He told me all about how he had been trying so hard to fix things but nothing seemed to work and even date night had been an utter failure. They ended up having a big fight and Mrs DeLuca took the kids up to their grandparent’s whilst she ‘figures some things out’. When he finished explaining, he buried his face into his hands.
“I’m sorry, Em.” He groaned. “You shouldn’t be here, listening to my sorrowful woes.”
He moved his hands around and began massaging his temple.
I stood up, moved behind the couch, and began to rub Mr DeLuca’s shoulders.
“You’re just all tense and stressed at the moment.” I assured him. “And it’s making you overthink. Trust me, I do it all the time!”
He moved his face from his hands and sat backwards.
I continued massaging him.”Sometimes you have to think less and just do what feels right.”
I could feel the tension lift from him as he surrendered to my touch.
“Wow.” He sighed. “You’re really good at that.”
I blushed. “See? So, if need be, you can hire me as your masseuse and everything will work out.” I chuckled nervously.
There was more silence as I continued to rub his shoulders, working my soft fingers into his flesh and getting lost in the act myself. He rested his head back so he was facing up, though his eyes were closed. I stopped massaging his shoulders and thought about just placing a kiss on his lips right there and then. I slowly bought my face closer to his when suddenly, he opened his eyes and saw me.
He turned and gazed at me with this look I never saw on him before. He gently placed his hand on mine and there was that magnet again. Pulling us closer and closer until … our noses grazed together and then gently, I felt his soft lips on my own. His hand traced up my arm as I accepted his tongue into my mouth. It was like electric was coursing through my veins.
As if it was no effort at all, he lifted me over the couch and onto his lap. I rested my hands on his torso and we continued our deep and passionate kiss. I felt his fingers trace up my back and into my hair, where he gently held the back of my head and kissed me deeper, with his other hand, firmly pressed against my lower back. I ran my hands up his nude body and over his shoulders until they were wrapped around his neck. Things were only getting more intense as we blissfully explored each other’s mouths and bodies, only stopping when he finally and cautiously pulled his lips away.
He lifted his right arm and gently caressed my cheek as he looked me in the eyes.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this.” He said before placing a warm, wet kiss against my neck.
“And how difficult it’s been-” He placed another kiss on my collarbone. “-not being able to get my hands on your beautiful body.”
As he went to place another kiss on my chest, I stopped him and held his face in my hands, making him look me in the eyes.
“You really think it’s beautiful?” I whispered.
“Gorgeous from head to toe.” He replied without hesitation.
I felt like a river was gushing between my thighs.
“But listen, Em, if you’re not sure you want to do this then-”
I silenced him with another kiss on the lips, fetching his hand with mine and guiding it to my soaking, wet pussy. This time, I slipped my tongue in his mouth and wrestled with his own as we shared our most intimate kiss yet.
“I’m sure, Mr DeLuca.” I moaned before stopping our intense make-out session and holding his face to mine as I stared him in the eyes. “Sure that I **need** this.”
He growled in a way so primal and hungry it spoke to my soul. He flipped me around so I had my knees on the sofa and was facing away from him. He got behind me and reached up my dress then yanked my panties down my thighs, exposing my drooling, little cunt to his hungry gaze. I heard him drop his sweatpants and the anticipation made me feel like I was going to explode. Not seeing what I was dealing with only added to the excitement but felt completely at ease with Mr DeLuca guiding the way. I was sure that whatever the size of his cock, I was going to enjoy having its meaty goodness deep inside me.
“Oh my god.” He moaned. “You have such a pretty pussy.”
My toes curled. “Stop making me wait.” I begged.
He kissed the back of my head as he held my waist with one hand. I felt the tip of his dick brush against my pussy and it sent shivers down my back. He gently rubbed it up and down my slit before positioning it at the entrance and pushing forward into my welcoming sleeve.
We both moaned in unison as it went in, like we were singing a melody together. He held my hips as he sank his hard cock further into me, setting my body on fire as he filled me up better than I ever imagined. He started off with long, slow thrusts which felt amazing, but he soon picked up the pace to a much faster rhythm that just hit the spot.
I couldn’t believe the sensations I was experiencing. The way he moaned as he fucked me was orgasmic on its own. It was such intense, raw, emotion in every groan and grunt and he’d keep calling me beautiful, or moaning how he’s been waiting too long for this, and it just bought me closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, I felt a feeling so ecstatic that I couldn’t help but cry out. I could feel that edge fast approaching, and with my face almost buried in the couch cushion, I groaned a muffled, “I’m gonna cum.”
“What did you say, gorgeous?” Came the grizzly reply from behind me.
My body was on fire. Every part of me felt like electric. I didn’t know sex could be like this.
I pulled my face from the cushion. “I-I’m gonna cum!” I spluttered.
He reached round and tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him.
“You look me in the eyes when you cum, you understand?”
I gazed into those stunning, honey orbs of his. If I wasn’t close to cumming already, that what he did right there, would have flung me to the edge.
“Y-yes sir.”
I felt his cock twitch.
“*Good girl.”*
Oh my fucking god, I almost died. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my body exploded, shooting feelings of joy out of every angle. I moaned loudly, my whole body shuddering with mind-blowing delight. That moment both felt like it lasted forever and not long enough at the same time.
As I came down from my high, Mr DeLuca slowed his thrusts and leaned over to place a kiss on my back.
“You are so amazing.” He said.
I was still recovering from my own orgasm, but I knew exactly what I had to do next.
“Thank you, sir.”
His cock twitched.
“What was that?”He groaned.
“Thank you, sir.” I repeated. “Thank you for making me cum, sir.”
He started picking up his pace again.
“It felt sooo good, sir! I want you to know how good it felt! Won’t you please, cum for me, sir?”
He pulled me up and held me, so his abs were pressed firmly into my back as he thrusted up, deep inside of me, going faster with each stroke and by the way he started grunting through his teeth, I knew he was close.
“Does my little pussy feel good, sir?”
“Oh fuck,” He moaned breathlessly.
“Do you want to cum inside my little pussy, sir?”
I didn’t know where that last line came from. It sort of just … slipped out. I absolutely had no plans or wants to get pregnant at the time, but it just felt hot in the moment. And clearly, I wasn’t the only one who thought so.
Mr DeLuca pulled out and as he began stroking his cock, I quickly flipped around and leaned forward.
“You better look me in the eyes when you cum.” I told him, before taking the head of his cock in my mouth.
I stared up at him and he looked down to meet my gaze.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” He roared as he unleashed wave after wave of hot, sticky cum down my throat.
I gagged pretty hard but managed to swallow it all down, holding his hips for support as I did so.
After I let him finish in my mouth, he collapsed onto the couch beside me. We both slumped back, breathlessly.
“Where have you been all my life?” He smiled and we both giggled.
Soon after, we got freshened up before ordering a pizza and enjoying a movie together.
Mr DeLuca didn’t get a divorce in the end. But that doesn’t mean that was the last of our relationship. In fact, we were just getting started.
# The End
**Though all of my ideas played out like those cheesy, sex stories you get off the internet.** *Emily turns and looks at the camera.*
*This story is completely fictional!*
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