It’s been a long time since I babysit someone, but when Mr. Dennis asked me if I was available at the last minute to babysit his 6-year-old boy, I couldn’t refuse. And it had nothing to do with the little demon.
There’s no other word to describe him. That’s why Mr. Dennis called so late. And also why he agreed to pay way more than usual. He knows no babysitter can keep up with his kid.
But even though Mr. Dennis is paying an above-average rate for this job, that’s another reason for me to be here tonight. I had a crush on this man ever since my teenager hormones saw him mowing the lawn, five years ago. He’s been my neighbor since his wife passed away after giving birth to John. Being fifteen years older than me, I knew I wouldn’t stand a chance until I got a little older. I accepted the job in hopes to get my chance with him, but I’m not sure. He’s out for a work meeting, and I don’t know when he’ll get home.
Ron is already asleep. I walk to the window, hoping to see Mr. Dennis show up and the driveway, but all I see are the leaves falling with the wind. With a sigh, I walk to the couch and check my phone. It’s almost midnight. What kind of meeting takes so long?
Suddenly, it hits me. He’s not in a work meeting. He’s meeting with a friend. He hired me to babysit his kid while he’s out fucking some woman. The pain of that thought surprises me. I know he’s out of reach. At least for now. Possibly forever.
The light of Mr. Dennis lightens the living room when he drives into the driveway. Is he bringing his fuck to the house? Will I learn what kind of woman gets his attention?
I focus on my phone, trying to pay attention to the video playing, but all I can do is try to listen and get my heart ready to disappoint in case he’s bringing his friend home.
The front door opens silently, and I look up. Mr. Dennis closes the door before walking in my direction. Alone. He smiles at me, his eyes show how tired he is.
“Is Ron asleep?” He asks.
I nod. “Tough night at work?”
He sits next to me on the couch, and our legs rest against each other. I feel the heat of his body run through me, and my panties become wet.
“You can say that.” He leans back on the couch, ad groans.
“Are you okay?” I ask, worried.
“Yeah. It’s just my back. Been giving me some pain lately.”
Without thinking about what I’m doing, I move on the couch to face him. “Move. I’ll give you a back rub.”
He stares into my eyes, taking in my words. I start thinking he’s looking for a polite way to say no, when he slowly moves, turning his back to me.
I run my hands through his back, feeling his shoulder. I reach out to his shirt.
“This needs to come out,” I tell him.
He removes the clothing, and I see his muscular back and neck. It takes all my strength not to lean closer to him and lick his neck from its base up to his ear, taking his earlobe in my mouth.
“Is everything okay?” I hear him ask.
Shit. I’m staring at his back, dreaming about the things I want to do to him, and my hands are still resting on my lap.
I clear my throat. “Yeah, sorry.”
My hands return to his shoulders, feeling his soft skin, and dissolving the tension from his body. I run my hands up and down, feeling every inch of his back, memorizing the feel of his skin, and the smell of his perfume.
After a few minutes, I feel him relax back, and he’s almost on top of me, his back still turned to me. Looking down, I see his neck in full exposure, and I can’t stop myself.
I lean forward and place a small kiss on his neck, right at its base. I hear him sigh, and he relaxes further into me, giving me better access to his neck. I start nibbling and licking his neck, tracing a path up to his ear, taking his earlobe in my mouth, and sucking.
Dennis groans, before moving away from me, turning on the couch to face me. His eyes are darker with desire, and he leans closer to me, stopping when he’s a few inches away from kissing me.
“What are you doing?” he asks in a whisper.
I stare at his eyes, hoping he can see in them all the things I want to tell him but don’t dare.
“Are you sure?” he asks, brushing my lips with his finger.
I moan, and nod, before closing my eyes, feeling his touch. He takes his hand away from me, replacing his finger with his mouth, kissing me eagerly. My hands travel to his hair, feeling it between my fingers, pulling him closer to me, and kissing him deeper. Our tongues dance together, playing, exploring.
I feel his hand slipping inside my shirt, caressing my belly before going up and cupping my breast. I’m not wearing a bra, and he immediately starts teasing my nipple with his fingers, making me gasp.
I adjust on the couch, leaning back until I’m laying, and he’s on top of me. I can feel his already hard cock against my pussy through our clothes and moan in anticipation. I try to reach down to his pants, but he stops me before I can touch him.
“Wait.”
He moves enough to take off my clothes, and I rest against the couch in my lace black panties.
“You’re even more beautiful than I’ve ever dreamed.”
His words make my heart skip a beat, and I smile against his lips while he kisses me softly, before tracing a path down my neck, to my breasts.
He keeps playing with my nipple with his experienced fingers while his mouth takes the other, biting, sucking, taking me to the edge of an orgasm.
Leaving my nipple with a pop, Dennis gives the other one the same attention, and I grab his head between my hands, keeping him there. He chuckles against my nipple, and I gasp with pleasure.
“Please, I need to feel you,” I beg him, afraid that I can’t take the despair of wanting him any longer.
“Me too,” he says, moving away from me to undress.
His cock is hard. And big. Oh so big. I stare at him, my mouth open, and he chuckles again.
“Are you sure?” He asks, probably seeing all the crazy thoughts that are running in my head at the sight of his size.
Will he fit?
I nod. I know this is my only chance to be with him. This is what I’ve wanted all along. I need him inside me.
He kneels between my legs, opening them wide, and his tip touches my hole.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
I moan when his finger caresses my clit softly, and he starts entering me slowly at the same time he plays with my bud.
I feel him stretching me, but it doesn’t hurt. All I feel is pleasure.
Dennis groans when he’s completely inside me, and I gasp. I’m full.
He starts moving, slowly at first, speeding his pace with every thrust. Every time he moves I feel closer to the climax.
Dennis takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking, at the same time he thrusts into me harder, and the waves of my orgasm make me arch my back, feeling my body convulse around him.
He groans again, and thrusts again harder, stopping suddenly, while I feel him spreading his seed inside me.
Dennis stays quiet, his head resting against my chest, and I can still feel him inside me. It’s almost as if he’s swollen inside me, and he doesn’t move. Not that I care. I love the feeling of him inside me.
I don’t know for how long we lay in each other’s arms, but eventually, Dennis moves, laying behind me, and pulling me closer to him.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He whispers against my ear.
I smile at his words. How can it be? Do we both feel the same?
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
He sighs. “How could I ever imagine that you would even look at an old guy like me?”
I caress his arm.
“I only have eyes for you.”
I can feel him smile against my neck before kissing my skin. I feel his hard dick teasing my ass, and I wiggle against him, making him groan.
I smile. This is just the beginning. And it looks like I’m getting everything I’ve ever wanted and more.
Dennis lifts my leg, positioning himself behind me and I feel him entering me with a thrust, making me gasp.
Oh, I’m getting so much more than what I wanted.
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