Babysitter with Benefits: Part 2

Beschrijving

BABYSITTER WITH BENEFITS: PART 2 SINGLE DAD AND SON’S BABYSITTER KEEP EXPLORING EACH OTHER. Based on a post by Norweger [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Norweger/works/stories]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/BabysitterWithBenefits2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/BabysitterWithBenefits2.jpg] My next door neighbour Henning, father of Ella, my go-to babysitter if I had to run some errands - and, incidentally, since last week, also my mistress - leaned on the fence separating our back yards, friendly grin on his face. I left the lawnmower to its own devices and strolled over to him; Henning was a genuinely nice guy, and seeing as he wasn’t wielding a shotgun while yelling his lungs out at me, he was likely blissfully unaware of what Ella and I had spent an intense hour doing together a few days earlier. “Listen, bud - I just wanted to thank you for what you did for Ella here the other day,” he began as I drew near. I felt like someone had just released half a gallon of liquid nitrogen in my guts; WHAT? I hoped I still seemed rather calm outwardly, because my innards were in instant, violent turmoil. “I’ve no idea what you said to her, but when she went over to you guys to say goodnight to Thomas, she was in a rather foul mood - to the extent her mother suggested she leave it until next day, when she hopefully was in a better mood - some quarrel with her on-and-off-boyfriend, from what I gathered; but when she came back? All smiles, happy as can be and a joy to have in the house.” “Oh, that was nothing,” I half spoke, half squeaked, still trying to recover as the liquid nitrogen evaporated and released the violent grip on my stomach. “I just told her that being eighteen is a temporary state, and that she’ll soon find that she gets all sorts of new and interesting things to worry about as she grows older.” He shook his head, laughing. “Now, ain’t that the truth. Well, it worked, at any rate. Speaking of eighteen year olds, would you mind keeping an eye on our house this weekend? The missus and I are going to see her brother in Trondheim, and while Ella is the calm type. You know, suddenly someone crashes the party or whatever and things get out of hand. Are you okay with me telling her she can call you or come over if she needs any help?” My eagerness to be of service ought to have surprised him, but he didn’t bat an eyelid. Of course I’d be happy to help in any way I could, no worries - while the violent, cold pit which had recently been my guts was now filled with butterflies. Henning and Tove were going away for the weekend. Ella would be home alone. With any luck, she’d stay over - at the very least, we’d have several hours to wear each other out by enjoying that most enjoyable of pastimes. I could get used to the idea. Returning to the lawnmower, I found it had been,sigh, unable to get the job finished on its own, so I coaxed it back to work and got the job over with while sporting a massive erection daydreaming about what the weekend might have to offer. Someday soon, I had to get myself a robot lawnmower. Later that afternoon, just as junior and I were about to sit down for dinner - pancakes, at Thomas’ most persuasive request - there was a soft knock on the porch door; Ella stood outside, smiling and waving, and Thomas ran, screaming with joy, to the door to let her in. “Come, we’re having pancakes! Would you like some, Ella? You want some, don’t you! Come! Daddy just put one on my plate! Come!” Giggling at his enthusiasm, Ella strolled into the kitchen, returning with a plate and cutlery, then sitting down next to my kid and reaching for a pancake. Having dinner guests this housewarm certainly wasn’t much trouble! I’d been a little worried that I’d be acting differently when Ella was around after we’d had sex, but luckily, it turned out she was still the very same Ella she’d always been, adoring my son and being excellent company for the both of us, making it easy going to be around her, despite me knowing very well what she looked like in the nude. I had, gratefully, found that I was able to be around her without constantly undressing her in my mind. Thank God. “Thomas,” she began as she poured a little sugar on her pancake before rolling it up. “This weekend, I’ve got no plans at all, so I was wondering if I could perhaps borrow you for a few hours? We could go to the kindergarten playground, for instance, if it is OK with your dad?” He nodded vigorously. ‘Yes! Yes!’ Ella glanced over at me. I nodded. “That would be perfect, I need to tinker a little with the car sometime soon, so if you keep him entertained for an hour or three, I can get it done then…” Ella smiled. “That’s settled, then. Maybe I could even borrow your dad a little, too, huh?” He nodded again, eagerly. I instantly felt I went beet red; Ella noticed and threw me a quick, impish smile before putting a finger to her lips while Thomas resumed his attack on the pancake remains on his plate, indicating she wouldn’t pursue the matter further. With dinner taken care of - it never ceased to amaze me how a 35-pound kid could seemingly eat 10% of his body weight in a single meal, at least if that meal was pancakes. Thomas went outside to play lawn croquet with himself until us grown-ups had done the dishes. He’d made us promise we’d play him a round as soon as we were done, and if past experience was anything to go by, we’d be on the hook until we’d played a couple of games. “Mom and dad are going away this weekend, by the way!” Ella beamed as she put away the plates. “I trust you won’t mind if I happen to drop by, would you?” “Not at all. Your father has already recruited me to be on red alert in case your wild home alone party gets a bit out of hand, your water mains bursts, a meteor strikes or any other emergency.” She rolled her eyes and sighed, then giggled as she hoisted herself onto the countertop. “That’s so him. I’ve never, like, ever; had more than two or three friends, tops, visiting at a time, yet he’s been convinced ever since I was 13 or something that the first home alone-house wreaking has been just around the corner. You know, of the 'driving a scooter indoors, turning the upstairs bathroom into a swimming pool’ variety.” She paused for an instant, turning to look out the window over the sink. “Which I almost take as an insult, seeing as I’ve been about as much trouble as a nun would’ve been. I never really got around to any teenage rebellion!” She giggled. “The only un-nunesque activity I engage in is sleeping with our twice-my-age neighbour. Of which, I might add, my father’s got no clue.” I flushed deep red again, but joined her in laughing at her comment. “That you do. By the way, and please do not take this as a criticism, but; I really do think it would be best if you, or I, for that matter, didn’t drop any hints like during dinner, no matter how opaque they may be. I’m not concerned that Thomas will understand what’s being implied, rather that he’d notice me acting funny or something; it’s amazing how good he is at sensing my mood.” She nodded in agreement, suddenly serious. “The thought struck me, just as I’d said it,” she said softly. Easing herself off the countertop, then pouring herself a glass of water, she turned to face me. “But seeing as we’re on the topic - what… Well, what should we do if, God forbid, he’s suddenly standing in the doorway, wondering what we’re doing with each other?” I sighed, glancing out at the free-form lawn croquet game being conducted in between our two apple trees. “I’ve been thinking of that, too. I even considered whether we had better only, ah, do it while he’s out of the house, be it in kindergarten, at his grandparents.” Ella nodded, then filled in the conclusion I’d arrived at, too; “but him being away would kind make it odd that I was hanging around here, wouldn’t it?” “Exactly.” I provided my best imitation of a gallic shrug, then turning on the stove to prepare a couple of espressos before heading out. “I eventually convinced myself it’d be safe in the evenings, though. He sleeps like a rock, hell, the other day one of our smoke detectors threw a fit in the middle of the night, and once I’d killed it I went to his room to soothe him, only to find him asleep.” I paused while grinding the coffee; one of the luxuries I indulged in was good coffee, so a grinder which wouldn’t look out of place at a barista’s had a prominent place on the countertop, but it sounded almost like a jet during its takeoff run while it did its thing, so any conversation was futile. Luckily, it did its thing quickly. “Also, he hardly ever wakes up during the night. Since Tania left, well, since he’d gotten used to it just being the two of us. It has only been one single time he’s come to my room in the night, and fifteen seconds later, he proceeded to puke all over the bed, poor thing.” I tamped the coffee, assembled the kettle and put it on the stove. “Anyway, this is just a long-winded way of saying that once he’s asleep, he’s lost to this world, at least as long as he’s feeling well. I’d put the odds at his surprising us somewhere between nil and zilch.” I smiled briefly as a memory from a couple of years ago popped into my mind. “Besides, I think he’s still so young he wouldn’t connect the dots, panic or anything. He walked in on me and Tania once while we were at it, and his only concern was that we had to make room for him so that he could sleep there. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t wonder why 'auntie’ Ella slept here, of course; but I don’t think we’d traumatize him or anything. The big question, of course, is whether he’d mention it to anyone, and if he did, whether they’d take him at his word or just put it down to some misinterpretation.” Ella gazed out the window again; judging from the muffled cries of joy coming in from the outside, the croquet game was going rather well. Just as I poured her a cup, she shrugged. “Let’s just leave it at that, shall we? That is, not make it an issue until, well, it is one?” I nodded. “I think; Well, yes. Let’s not overthink it. In the unlikely event he does see us, I think we’ll need to handle it on the fly, it sure will depend on how he reacts.” I didn’t tell her, but I had pondered the subject time and time again. After but a single tryst, I found myself wanting more. Much more. Consequences be damned. I’d save my regrets for when, well, if the shit ever hit the fan and we were outed, hoping that day would never come. Sipping the strong, black coffee, I gazed at the kid we were about to join in a minute, smiling. “He’s still young enough that he probably, hopefully, even hasn’t given much thought to the fact that there are some things you’d better not tell others about.” I glanced over at her, throwing her a quick smile before returning my attention to Thomas outside, then continued. “I don’t think he could be counted on, well, make that 'be expected to’, he’s simply too young for it to be fair to expect him to keep a secret. He’d probably try if I asked him to, but of course, if one of the other kids mention he walked in on his parents the other night, and they were doing things together, on the bed. Well, he’d be as likely as not to say 'Oh, daddy and Ella does that, too!’ We’ll just have to hope it never happens.” Ella raised the tiny cup in a mock toast. “Here’s to that.” She giggled. “Lover.” Putting the cup down, she wasted no time heading for the door, easing her feet into her flipflops and heading down to challenge Thomas. After putting the cups in the sink and cleaning out the espresso kettle, I, too, joined them. Being a bit late to the party, I took a moment to enjoy the sight - while Ella had a number of talents, the one I probably admired most was her almost uncanny ability to connect with children; I still caught myself occasionally treating any kid, not just my own, like a small adult, becoming frustrated when they didn’t act like reasonable adults, for instance if new rules were both created and dismissed with wild abandon during a game. Ella? She leaped around the lawn, following Thomas as best she could as they both knocked their croquet balls around what passed for my garden in a seemingly random fashion, amid hoots and cries of laughter. I shook my head, realizing in some ways, perhaps even in many, she probably would make for a better parent than I ever did, before brushing the thought aside. It did sting a little, though. Just then, Thomas veered off behind a blackcurrant bush, deciding it was a wonderful place to hide. Ella knocked her ball towards me, then came strolling over, glancing over at the giggling blackcurrant bush. “I wonder where Thomas went?” she said aloud before lowering her voice as she approached me. “On the sleeping here topic,” she began, smiling faintly as if the mere mention made her relive the first time she did so. It sure made me relive some highlights. I strained to shed the thought and pay attention to what she was saying instead. “I can probably improve our odds a little, should he ever mention anywhere that he saw me in bed or something. I occasionally doze off on the sofa. I say I am tired after a long day of school and part-time work, my parents suggest maybe I spend too much time in front of my Macbook in the evenings.” I returned her gaze, quizzically, but with a fair idea where she was heading. “I’ll just mention once or twice that I did that at your place, too; dozing off while trying to get Thomas to sleep, on the sofa while just sitting there, waiting to see if he was really asleep; something like that. With any luck, if he says he saw me in bed, lying, sleeping whatever at your place, then at least my parents ought to, well, believe that’s what he means.” She giggled, throwing me another rather impish smile. “Besides, I am sure they’d much rather believe that’s what he meant, that I fell asleep while putting him to bed, rather than assuming their precious only daughter was having her pussy eaten out by Thomas’ dad or something. I so expect you to do that to me again sometime soon, by the way.” With that, she turned away and started looking for Thomas, expertly avoiding the bush he was hiding behind while thoroughly exploring every other part of the garden lot. I? I was left dumbfounded, painfully erect, before gathering myself and joining in on the search for the mysteriously disappeared four-year old. My mind was racing, though. I desperately hoped we’d never have to put any deception plan into play. I had done the rounds with myself and whatever moral compass I might possess and come to the conclusion that our; Well, I couldn’t yet bring myself to call it a relationship, perhaps rather a mutual understanding at this point, that our mutual understanding was fully above board, despite the age difference. Not only was Ella of legal age, it had also been quite clear that she’d thought this over, and she didn’t appear to have any secret crush on me which made sex seem a price she’d be willing to pay to be near me, I had to stifle a laugh at the thought- she’d entered into this as a consenting adult, albeit a young one and as long as we both found it enjoyable, what did the world need to care? Except, of course, the world would care. With all sorts of possible consequences, if not legal ones. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to do the sensible thing, gently suggesting to Ella that perhaps we’d better leave well enough alone and end our understanding before it became the talk of the town. I had already become way too thrilled at the promise of the pleasure to be had, as long as we kept this up. I sighed, then 'accidentally’ found Thomas just as he was about to lose interest in the hiding game. The ensuing round of croquet was by no means the best I’d ever played, but it sure was the funniest, with both Ella, Thomas and I in a brilliant mood. I even, much to my relief and surprise, found that the fun had driven my mind from the thought of eating Ella out, causing my hard-on to subside. As afternoon turned to evening, we eventually had to move back indoors; it was a tired, but content little kid who had a couple of slices of bread with jam for supper, then had his favourite babysitter bar none put him to bed. I considered myself very lucky; while the two of us generally had a very good time together, I was grateful he got to spend a little time with other grown-ups. Particularly Ella; one thing, of course, being that he adored the hell out of her, but additionally, she; I remembered her words on the porch last week, that she felt he was a little hers, too, in a way. She was right. She was the closest he came to a mother figure for the time being, which, undoubtedly, was part of the reason he adored her so. Not that the circumstances lessened Ella’s part in him being so fond of her, mind. I smiled as the soft murmur of voices from his bedroom became more and more muffled as he gave up his quest to stay awake. Another few minutes later, just as the sun dipped below the horizon at a quarter past eight, Ella returned to the living room. “Deed done”, she smiled. “Now that was one tired, happy camper.” I smiled. “No wonder, that - getting up at oh six early to get to kindergarten before I head for work, then charging his batteries on a metric shitload of pancakes before spending hours playing lawn croquet cum hide-and-seek cum Calvinball, before being put to bed by a beautiful redhead. What’s not to like?” Ella giggled and sat down at the far end of the sofa, sending me a sly smile. “Funny you should mention that.” Stretching out, she purred like a cat most pleased with itself. “This beautiful redhead wonders when you’re going to do that thing with your tongue to her again.” I swallowed. I’d hoped she might suggest we do a repeat performance tonight. I nodded, eagerly. “Will 'now’ fit said beautiful redhead’s schedule?” I asked, quite proud to keep a steady voice as seemingly all the blood left my head, racing for my loins, leaving me feeling light-headed in the process. Winking, Ella threw a quick glance around her to make sure the curtains were drawn, then undid the button and started wiggling out of her jeans. “How soon is now?” she giggled, making me smile at the Smiths reference; I knew her mother, Elin, was quite passionate about The Smiths. Apparently, some of her good taste had rubbed off on her daughter, too. Seconds later, Ella sat there, still with her black tee on, but naked from the waist down. She didn’t need to beckon me to her; I eagerly got up, crossed the space between us in two long strides and knelt between her legs, gently pushing them apart, her thick, full tuft of red hair right in front of me. I glanced up at her, meeting her quite expectant gaze. “Please do it,” she said in a quiet voice. “Eve

Babysitter with Benefits: Part 3

BABYSITTER WITH BENEFITS: PART 3. A QUICK ONE BEFORE SHE GOES AWAY (FOR THE EVENING, THAT IS). By Norweger [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Norweger/works/stories]. Listen to the►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/BabysitterWithBenefits3.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/BabysitterWithBenefits3.jpg] It was a typical October Friday evening; that is, it was wet, cold, miserable and windy outdoors, while indoors, the wood burning stove season had just started, making our house warm and comfy despite Mother Nature's best efforts at telling us that winter was indeed coming, and that whichever ancestor of mine had decided this was as good a place to settle as any had been the clan dimwit. I loved the warmth of a good fire. The house felt warm in a whole different way than it did from any other kind of heating; besides, the faint smell, the occasional wisp of smoke and crackle from the fire. I'd been conditioned all my life to equate it with 'cozy', so I thoroughly enjoyed myself while the rain kept lashing against the windows, underscoring how fortunate I should consider myself to not be outdoors. I caught myself almost hoping for a power outage, prompting an occasion to bring out a few candles as well; but shrugged the idea off. Much as I enjoyed the quaint charm of an open fire and reading by candlelight, I didn't really long for waking up in the morning to find the house chilly, having to get a fire going to heat it or, for that matter, to brew my morning coffee. As usual on weekends, our next-door neighbor and favorite babysitter Ella had come over to put my four-year-old Thomas to bed; this time, she was dressed rather peculiarly for the occasion; a short faux leather skirt, heeled boots and something which was supposed to look vaguely like a biker jacket slung over her shoulders, a rather skimpy, gray tank top with a pink unicorn on it and a small purse with an RAF symbol on it completing the outfit. A girls' night out was coming up, and she had just dropped by to see my son off to sleep before heading to the nearest; well, this being rural Norway, the only disco for a few hours of dancing, drinks and fun. Ella had been looking forward to this for months; seeing as she had only turned eighteen in late August, she was one of the last girls in her class to reach that magic age where the bouncer instead of ogling your tits, then telling you to get lost until you were of drinking age, ogled your tits, then nodded politely and invited you in after thoroughly looking at your ID; oh, and your tits. Hence, for months she'd seen her options for weekend entertainment dwindle as friend after friend turned eighteen and started going out, leaving her to while away the weekends from home while getting a barrage of snaps from her friends, really rubbing in the fact that they could and she couldn't. Until a month and change ago, of course, when it became Ella's turn. To her dismay, her birthday had been on a Sunday, so she just missed out on a weekend and had to wait for a full week before she could take advantage of her new-found freedom. She was still busy making up for lost time, so I was quite pleased that she made it a priority to come by to see us. Not that people tended to head for the disco until well after Thomas' bedtime, anyway; but still, usually they got together for a few beers at someone or other's place before heading out, yet Ella gladly skipped those gatherings to play around with a four-year old going on five. Oh, and with his dad. She was a saint. I smiled to myself as I sat there in the living room, playing one of my all-time favorite records, Keith Jarrett's Köln concert, at muted volume while listening to the soft murmur from Thomas' bedroom where he no doubt filled Ella in on all his doings since he'd last seen her a couple of days ago. I leaned back in my chair, enjoying Jarrett's sometime rambling, sometime inspired evening in the Kölner Oper all those years ago. Heck, I loved him even when he was clearly rambling, biding for time until another lightning bolt of genius struck him and took the concert to new heights. I smiled faintly to myself. Jazz was kind of, sort of, like sex, I mused. If it just went from climax to climax, you'd be worn out in no time at all. Instead, the performer must give his audience time to collect itself, recover from what they had just heard, before again starting to build momentum, striving for yet another peak; I shrugged. Good thing I hadn't thought of that during my student days, I would have presented the insight if given half a chance, trying to sound profound and trying to get laid at the same time. I'd have been pathetic. At least in the eyes of myself, fifteen years my own senior. Might have impressed some gullible first-year student, though. I smiled at the thought, eagerly grasping the opportunity to reminisce of my student days. While I was quite content with my life right now; doubly so in the last few weeks, when sex had suddenly been on the agenda again, courtesy of Ella; there was quite a lot to be said for the carefree student life, where I had no obligations to anyone but myself, and at times hardly even that. The murmur from Thomas' room had died down. I glanced at my watch. A quarter past nine. That still left me with a couple of hours to kill before bedtime; not that I needed much more than I already had by way of plans; my stereo and perhaps a little helping of scotch from my drinks cabinet and I'd be good. A minute or two later, Ella entered the living room, tiptoeing out of Thomas' room so as not to wake him. I winked at her, suggesting her attire was somewhat unorthodox for a babysitter. She giggled and sat down on the armrest at the far end of the sofa. "Judging from what little I've gleaned from Pornhub, I thought all babysitters dressed like this. Well, maybe with even skimpier tops and higher heels, but the general idea is the same, me thinks." I laughed. "There being a lot of babysitter videos on that site doesn't surprise me in the least, but you watching them, on the other hand;" Ella rolled her eyes in feigned; I hoped; exasperation. "It's not like I've studied the topic with great interest, it just so happened that there was one on the landing page one day, and;" She rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't believe how terrible the acting is." Then she glanced over at me and smirked. "Come to think of it, you probably have a pretty good idea." I blushed. Of course I'd had my fair share of visits to Pornhub over the years, though I wouldn't say it was the acting skills which made me return to the site over and over again. "So, obviously, you're going out tonight?" I asked, eager to change the subject. Ella nodded. "Yes, Catherine and Linda suggested we go to Zalto to see if we could find something fuckable. Those were Linda's words, by the way, not mine. Judging from how eager she is to talk about boys and sex and the joys of getting laid, I assume she's still a virgin." Ella smirked again, then slowly rose from the sofa and came over to me, straddling me. I was rock hard in a second. "Not that I have any plans to, uh, find something fuckable tonight. At least not at Zalto. I'm good. She dry humped me a couple of times, giggling softly as I put my hands over her ass and pulled her closer. She then gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. "Uh, listen, the others are coming to pick me up soon, but; I wouldn't mind going out having just had an orgasm, if you're up to it?" If I was up to it? "How soon will you be picked up, then?" She shrugged. "They've enrolled Linda's brother Steffen to drive us, and suggested they'd be here at nine thirty-ish, but seeing as neither Linda nor Steffen have ever arrived anywhere on time, like, EVER, I suspect Linda will text me at ten past half to say that they're still waiting for Steffen, and that she'll redo her hair while waiting or something; What time is it, by the way?" I glanced at my watch. "Nineteen minutes past the hour, so on the off chance they're on time for once, you've got 11 minutes to reach the finish line;" Ella got up off of my lap. "Better get down to it, then," she suggested, easing up the skirt far enough to get at her undies, pulling them down to her ankles before raising the skirt, exposing the by now familiar mat of red hair covering her cunt. "Eat me out a little, please, then fuck me, Okay?" I was only too happy to oblige. Seeing how confident Ella had become was a further turn-on (as if I needed any!); she was perfectly aware how attractive I found her, and having her simply tell me to eat her out, then fuck her, knowing full well I'd do as instructed without any hesitation; I could get used to this. Ella leaned against the edge of our dinner table, holding her skirt out of the way. Kneeling in front of her, I got the first whiff of the lovely scent of aroused woman, before diving in. She was in a hurry, and it wouldn't do if she had to run to meet her friends just as I was about to enter her. I'd found Ella to be quite impatient in her lovemaking; that is, when we got started, she'd chase her first orgasm mercilessly, foreplay be damned; all that mattered to her was to cum, hard; then afterwards, we could take our time, enjoy and explore each other, caress, banter idly while being at it; but first, she needed to cum. Hence I wasted no time burying my face in her soaked pussie, tongue probing the full length of her slit, teasing her labia apart before letting the tip of my tongue gently brush her clit hood. I was rewarded with a groan and her hips bucking towards me. Her hand ruffled my hair, pulled me closer. She knew very well what the next few minutes would bring; this was the fourth time we had sex together, and every time we had begun with me going down on her, giving her the release she craved so badly before leisurely having sex afterwards. I loved going down on her. One thing, of course, being so close to the action; with my face buried in her pussie, I immediately felt her response to my smallest of moves. Another being the arousing, almost intoxicating smell and taste of a woman so turned on her juices were quite literally dripping down her thighs. Greedily lapping away at her, I focused my attention on the upper end of her slit, occasionally letting my tongue dart directly for her clit, each time resulting in a muffled whimper and a bucking of her hips. Fuck, was I a lucky bastard. Since our first tryst, Ella and I had managed to meet up for sex approximately every week and a half; and her confidence had grown leaps and bounds, eagerly asking me to do this and that, exploring all the exciting things she'd been fantasizing about while still a virgin. I wasn't sure if her bucket list ever grew any shorter, or if more items were added to it faster than we could pick them off; either way, I was more than satisfied; her curiosity and attitude made sex with her; my apologies to my exes; the best I'd ever had. I liked to think that was objectively true, too; and not just something I felt at the novelty of having seduced a teenager, seemingly the epitome of achievement for many. I brushed the thought aside. Hell, it wasn't even I who had seduced her, quite the contrary. Which, I guess, made it even more of an achievement to some. I reverted my full attention to my tongue and her pussie, but the great feeling of being very lucky indeed lingered in the back of my head. I ate her out with wild abandon, loving how she was on fire, tugging at my hair, bucking her hips to force me closer, moaning, groaning, grunting semi-intelligible words, her pussy mashed against my face; occasionally forcing me to come up for air. She was amazing. And then she pulled herself away from me; bewildered, I glanced up at her, only to be met with a giggle. "No worries, I just need to lie down;" I must have looked rather concerned at first, as giggle gave way to a chirping, good-natured laugh. "You'll be all over me again in seconds;" With that, she hoisted herself fully onto the table and laid back, beckoning me to her. "Make me cum, then fuck me before I even come down again, huh?" Okay. Greedily diving back onto her, tongue tickling her clit, causing her to squeal in delight, I went to work. Careful not to overstimulate her, I soon pulled back from her clit, eliciting a groan of disappointment as I returned my attention to her slit, tongue darting down one labia and up the other. Judging from her response, she was nearing the top. Softly closing my lips around her engorged clit and sucking gently, I was rewarded by another squeal, a violent upward thrust of her hips; and then her thighs locked my head as if in a vice, as her orgasm erupted and washed through her. Remembering my instructions, I pulled away from her the moment she eased up on her grip, swiftly undid my belt and pulled down my trousers, seconds later sinking my cock into her still pulsing cunt, bottoming out just as the last throes of her orgasm died out. I moaned as her velvety snugness reminded me how I loved being in her, then started thrusting in her as she gigglingly raised her legs to rest them over my shoulders. Locking eyes with her, I fell into a slow, steady rhythm. Life was good. I glanced at my watch. Nine thirty. I hoped her friends kept to their regular, being late schedule; because we were rapidly approaching the point where calling it off before we were done; well, truth be told, before I was done; would require more willpower than I possessed. From the sounds of it, we were rapidly approaching Ella's point of no return, too; never having given her a chance to land properly after eating her out, I already had her panting, bucking and urging me to bring her over the edge again. Without getting too eager, I increased the pace slightly, knowing I'd be able to keep it up at least for a few minutes, hopefully bringing her over the top with myself buried deep in her. Leaning forward, I pushed her legs up towards her chest, feeling her already snug pussy tighten even more around my cock, my shaft rubbing against the top of her slit with my every thrust. Ella whimpered, closed her eyes and an angelic smile spread all over her face as she just gave in to the pleasures of the moment. Plink! Ella's cellphone suggested someone had just messaged her. Opening her eyes, she glanced over, seeing her purse resting near the edge of the table, just within reach. She wasted no time pulling it to her, unlocking her phone and glancing at the screen. I rolled my eyes; if I'd done that to any woman I'd ever been with; well, except possibly Ella, that is; I'd gotten at the very least a cold shoulder, perhaps even a slap for my trouble. And I'd deserved it. Well, as long as she didn't try to pull herself off of me while being on the phone, I was (mostly) good. I guess I was getting old, yet surely didn't feel like it at the moment. I forced my curmudgeonly 'Kids these days' attitude from my mind, then returned my undivided attention to Ella's cunt, wrapped snugly around my cock. I gave her a couple of extra deep thrusts, to remind her I existed. She half giggled, half groaned. "Would you believe it," she groaned. "They ARE indeed almost on time, it's only, what, five minutes past half or something?" She texted away a brief message, then winked at me as she casually tossed the phone away. It clattered as it made a couple of skips and jumps before coming to rest against Thomas' latest Lego project, occupying the far third of the table. "I told them I'd dozed off while putting Thomas to bed, and that I'd come in a minute. That ought to give us a couple of minutes to wrap this up. Oh, the pun was intended, by the way!" I didn't think I'd need even a couple of minutes, the tingle of impending orgasm was slowly spreading from the base of my cock. "You close?" I grunted through clenched teeth. Ella nodded. "Getting there. You're not too far off, are you?" I wasn't. Pushing her firmly against the table, I slammed my cock in her, once, twice, three times to squeals of delight from her, before I felt myself erupt. Shooting my load in her, I feverishly pounded her, hoping she'd be pushed over the edge herself, too. It took all I had of willpower to keep thrusting in her when all I wanted to do was collapse over her, coming down from cloud nine; but she'd suggested she wanted to head out, still feeling her orgasm tingling in her body; well, she was near enough that it would be an anticlimax; a quite literal one, for once; to send her on her way without another orgasm! Four, five; Six, seven, eight thrusts; Ella yelped, then I felt her contract around me, milking the last, lazy dribble of cum from my cock as she whimpered and shook in the throes of her second orgasm. I pulled out of her, sank down on my knees in front of her, utterly spent. Playfully, I kissed her inner thigh before simply leaning back against the wall, panting. Right in front of me was Ella's wide open, freshly fucked pussy, a gob of cum dribbling from her slit. Her phone beeped again. Lazily, she rolled onto her side and reached for it, texting as she got up off the table. Smirking, she glanced over at me. "I told them I'd come in a minute, and fuck me if I didn't, too. Yet they're impatient; Oh well." Bending over, she picked up her undies, still slung around her calves and pulled them up, not bothering to clean herself up first. Giggle. "I wonder if I'll stain Steffen's rear seat", she mused. "Not that he'd notice, that car of his already stinks to high heaven from God knows what." She grabbed her purse, ruffled my hair as she got ready to leave. "Thanks, lover." She giggled again. "I like the ring of that. Sounds a little naughty, methinks." With that, she was gone, quietly heading downstairs and out for a night of fun with my cum dripping down her thighs. I sat there for a few minutes, leaning against the wall while coming to. The turntable made the faintest of noises as the needle did the rounds in the runout groove. Groggily, I got on my feet, stepped out of my jeans and strolled over to the turntable, pulled the tone arm aside, flipped the record, brushed it, then put the needle back down. As the well-known notes filled the living room, I gathered my clothes, then headed for the bathroom. A quick shower and a scotch before bedtime was just what I needed. I was one lucky bastard indeed. IT MAY BE COLD OUTSIDE, BUT INSIDE, RED HOT FUN CAN BE HAD. I was freezing my balls off. Few places felt as cold as an island off the northwestern coast of Norway in February. The mercury in the thermometer on the porch had contracted until it hovered around ten below or so; cold by anybody's standards! Now, normally when it was this cold, the air was completely still; but now the weather was changing, and we had the iciest of cold drafts making the outdoors quite unpleasant for a day or two until the temperature started increasing courtesy of the warmer air being blown in from the Atlantic. Well, 'less cold air' was probably more accurate than 'warmer air'. Everything, as they say, is relative. Yet, that didn't stop my son from deciding that going out to play was an excellent idea, and I; knowing all too well that if he didn't get a good outing, he'd be brimming with energy which would need to be dissipated somehow; by climbing the walls indoors, if need be; come bedtime. Hence, we had dressed up for the occasion and were on our way to the playground. Did I mention it was minus 10 and windy? Oh well. Once you'd dressed up (and, once bitten, twice shy, having cajoled junior into peeing before donning layer upon layer of clothing, to avoid having to undress him again in fifteen minutes to go pee!), it wasn't too bad. In addition to ourselves we'd brought a thermos flask filled with steaming hot chocolate, so after having basked in the snow for a while, we could warm up a little before playing some more. This was going to be a good day, despite the cold. Hell, perhaps even because of it; it did feel quite like an expedition, dressing up like this, bringing supplies (if only in the form of some cocoa, biscuits and a small bag of marshmallows, which Thomas for some reason or other insisted on dipping into his cocoa before eating them with delight.) It was a little before ten o'clock, and the sun hovered just over the mountains sheltering us from the prevailing easterly winds, making us squint as we made our way through the winter wonderland we called home. Being a Saturday, it was quiet outdoors, n

1 jun 20261 h 0 min

Discovering Amy: Part 2

DISCOVERING AMY: PART 2 AMY GETS FINGERED FOR THE FIRST TIME. In parts, by Djmac1031 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Djmac1031/works/stories]- listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/DiscoveringAmy2c.mp3] at Connected [https://feeds.feedburner.com/connected-podcast]. [https://archive.org/download/it-happened-one-night_202404/DiscoveringAmy2.jpg] Tommy sat by the edge of the pool, alone with his thoughts as he waited for Amy to come back out of the house. Both of them had made it back unseen and unquestioned from their little secret getaway into the woods. He had just gotten back poolside when Amy s best friend Cindy came over to him. If you re looking for Amy, I just passed her in the house a minute ago, Cindy said. She looked kind of strange, and freaked out a little. You two love birds aren t fighting or something are you? Tommy sighed inwardly. Cindy was a good friend to Amy, but she was always so damn nosy. She d been shipping the both of them since long before shipping had become a catchphrase, and a stupid one at that, Tommy thought. No, of course not, Tommy replied, as casually as he could. I haven t seen her since the Marco / Polo game broke up a while ago and everybody wandered off. Cindy looked skeptical. Thought I saw you two still chatting after I got out of the pool, she said, raising an eyebrow. You sure somethings not up? You better not have upset my bestie! she growled. I don t know what you re talking about, Tommy said, a little too defensively. I m gonna talk to her about it later tonight, ya know. I m sleeping over. I ll get her to dish, whatever it is, you know that right? Cindy claimed boldly. Tommy shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. You guys have fun, talk about whatever you want, I don t care. Cindy gave him a look that said she didn t quite believe that, then spun and walked away. Tommy watched her leave, relieved she was finally gone. He caught himself looking at her plump ass as she retreated, then quickly averted his eyes. Cindy was cute, even beautiful he had to admit. If he was being honest with himself, he found her attractive sexually. But he certainly didn t have any feelings for her. Not like he had for Amy. Tommy s thoughts drifted back to Amy, and their time alone in the woods, and what they d done together, a series of firsts for both of them. He thought of her final words to him before she left the wooded path for the house: I love you too. Was it love, he thought? It was certainly more than just some teenage crush. Was it just sexual? No, he thought. He d had feelings for her long before what became their first sexual explorations together this evening. He was just finally getting around to admitting it to himself, and understanding that Amy had these same feelings too. It was all so new, so confusing. But exciting too, he had to admit. He sat there alone, feet in the water, thinking about all of that, and trying not to think about the handjob Amy had given him just minutes ago, or about seeing and touching her breasts for the first time. The last thing he wanted was to pitch another tent right there by the side of the pool. He looked up from his thoughts and saw Amy s mom heading into the house. Tommy had a moment of panic. He hoped Amy was done doing, well, whatever she was doing in there. She d been gone awhile. But he supposed she had to clean up the mess he d made. She was probably washing her suit and towel out, making sure no telltale stains were left behind. He didn t realize he d been holding his breath until he saw Amy bound out the door and down the steps into the yard, and he let it out in a rush of relief. She looked happy and carefree enough, so if she d encountered her mom it must have gone okay. Amy paused, looking around, and her face lit up in a radiant smile when she spotted him. Amy had to keep herself from running over to Tommy. She felt like she was floating over the grass, not simply stepping across it as she walked towards him, butterflies in her stomach. He stood as she approached, and it struck her, not for the first time, just how handsome he was. His eyes were a strange but beautiful combo of green and brown, with yellow flecks you could only see up close. His hair was a darker blonde than hers, although it was lightened now by the sun and spiky in a short summer cut. His body was lean and lanky, with wide shoulders and long legs. While not super muscular, what he had was lean and firm and strong from the various forms of physical work he always seemed to be doing. Amy s eyes traveled down his hairless chest to his stomach, then (not for the first time) to that hint of a V shape that started just under his abs, pointing the way towards his, No, stop, not now, Amy thought. That way madness lies, she laughed to herself, remembering her Shakespeare. She hoped he hadn t caught her looking, then realized maybe she wouldn t mind so much if he had anyway. His eyes seemed fixed on her as she approached, and they were speckled moonlight. Amy felt her heart flutter and a tingle between her legs. Oh girl, she thought. If this is love, you re in trouble, she groaned inwardly. Then they were together, standing face to face. Amy desperately wanted to hug him, to kiss him, but they both knew they couldn t risk such open displays of affection just now. So she instead simply spoke, Hey there. Hey, Tommy replied, almost a whisper. They both stood there, smiling like, well, two young lovers. Neither knew what to say next. Tommy broke the silence. Wanna get a snack? I d love to, was her reply. They spent the rest of the party almost entirely by each other s side. Oh they socialized, chatted with their other friends, even played horseshoes for a while. But they we re always at least close by, making eye contact and sharing secret smiles. The party eventually started to wind down, and people began saying their goodbyes. Tommy kept a respectful distance as many were approaching Amy to congratulate her and say goodnight. She stood for a while with her parents, thanking each guest in turn for coming and for their thoughtful gifts, etc. He felt a sudden tap on his shoulder. It was his mother. Hey sport, I m gonna go. Do you want a ride back with me or are you staying for a bit? They only lived a few blocks away, an easy walking distance, but his mom had driven so she could bring over the food she d volunteered to make and the graduation gifts they d gotten for Amy. Is it okay if I stay a bit? Amy s parents said it was okay if a few of us stayed and watched a movie, I explained. I can walk home after, no problem. It s a nice night. Mom looked at him and grinned. Wanna spend more time with Amy, huh? she said knowingly. Don t think I haven t noticed how much time you two have been spending together lately. Tommy gulped but said nothing. His mother relented. Well, okay. I trust you, and I trust Amy s parents. You won t get into too much trouble I think. Just behave yourself, you hear? Be a good gentleman. And be home by midnight. Tommy smiled and nodded. Sure mom, you bet. Thanks. Just remember: God is watching you. And with that she turned to make her goodbyes to Amy and her parents. Yeah, well, we gave him a hell of a show earlier then, Tommy thought to himself, and had to stifle a laugh. The popcorn was made, some fruit juice poured, ( You guys have had enough soda for one day Amy s mom had said, stern but kindly) and they were settling down to watch the movie. The only person who wound up staying besides Tommy was Cindy, who of course was sleeping over. Amy and Cindy were on the center couch. Tommy sat alone in a recliner chair off to the side, as Amy s parents came in from the kitchen. We re heading up to bed now, Amy s dad started. We expect you kids to behave yourself. Amy s mom turned and looked directly at Tommy. I expect you ll be a gentleman and show respect for our house? she asked him. Yes ma'am, yes sir, Tommy replied, addressing both parents. Mom nodded, then turned to Cindy. Cindy, you re chaperone. Keep a watch over these two. They ve been making eyes at each other all night. Mom! Amy cried, embarrassed. What? You thought we didn t notice? We re not as blind as you think we are, her mom shot back. Amy flushed crimson, but said nothing more. Cindy? Mom continued, you heard me right? You re on guard duty. Understand? Cindy barely contained her eye roll but nodded and replied, Yes ma'am, of course. Just remember, Dad said suddenly, leave room for the Holy Spirit, and looking directly at Tommy, dropped him a wink and smiled. Tommy gulped. He had no clue what to make of that at all, so he simply nodded. Mom threw dad a sharp glare and his smile quickly faded. Straight home after the movie young man, you understand me? Mom said. Yes ma'am, I understand, Tommy replied. Then they both gave Amy a kiss on the cheek and went upstairs to their bedroom. The room was silent for several moments after they left, finally broken by Cindy. Well that was awkward, she blurted. They all laughed, breaking the tension. They d all changed into some dry clothes earlier, (Tommy had only just remembered to fetch his from his mom s car before she left) and Tommy couldn t help but notice how cute Amy looked in her sleepwear; a pink Hello Kitty pajama top and matching shorts. It was, as all her outfits were, modest, but it left her shoulders bare and he could see the tan lines made by her bathing suit. Suddenly he was thinking about her breasts, exposed and pale in the moonlight, as she d slowly slipped down the straps, He was snapped out of this memory by a voice. Tommy? Earth to Tommy! It was Cindy. You can t see the TV well from there. Come sit on the couch with us. I ll scoot over, you can sit next to Amy. She smiled wryly, and Amy elbowed her good naturedly, but put up no further argument. Yeah, sure, makes sense, Tommy said casually, trying not to sound too eager. The girls scooted over and he sat down next to Amy, who was now in the middle, Cindy to her left at the other end. Their hips touched as he sat, and he awkwardly tried to figure out what to do with his left arm. He decided to put it around Amy s shoulders. He made sure to keep his hand up on the couch, a safe distance from the tempting curve of her breast. Amy settled her head on Tommy s shoulder, sighing almost imperceptibly in contentment. Cindy heard it though, and this time did not contain her eye roll, but smiled knowingly. They watched the movie like that for a while, in silence. It was some rom-com the girls had picked out, one of their favorites. Tommy didn t really care what they picked. He wasn t there for the movie. It was a PG film and a pretty tame one at that. No sex or nudity of course. Although there were a couple of kissing scenes and during them Tommy could feel Amy shifting slightly under his arm, and knew exactly what she was thinking. About an hour into the movie, Cindy suddenly stood up. Making a show of stretching (Tommy could not help but notice the way her large breasts pushed out from her less modest tank top, despite himself) and, mock yawning, turned to address them. I m tired, I think I m gonna go to bed, she announced, looking slyly at Tommy for a second. Then to Amy she added, your parents bedroom is right across the hall from yours. Keep your cell phone nearby. If I hear them stir, I ll text you. Turning back to Tommy, she said, There s about 30 minutes left in this movie. If Amy s not upstairs and in her bed in 35, I m personally knocking on her parents door and waking them up. I know your parents told me to chaperone, she continued, but I figure if God sees all, let Him keep an eye on you two. And with a sly wink and a totally knowing grin, she turned and went upstairs. Tommy and Amy both sat silent and shocked as they watched her go. Tommy broke the silence. I, I can t believe she just did that, he muttered. Amy just sighed, cupped his face with her hand, turned it towards her own, and whispered, she s a good friend. And just like that they were kissing. Tommy s mind was spinning happily. She smelled so good, clean and fresh after her earlier shower. Some kind of floral scented shampoo, he thought, and he also caught a hint of what he guessed was perfume; a light, almost fruity scent. Her hair was loose, wavy, and flowing around her face and neck. He could taste her lip gloss, sweet with a hint of cinnamon. It wasn t long before the arm he still had half on the couch dropped to a more comfortable, intimate position. Breaking the kiss a moment, he looked at her, head tilted, eyes questioning. No words were needed. She simply nodded her consent and shifted herself into a better position for his hand to gently cup her breast. Again he felt her hard little nipple underneath her shirt, already swollen. He could see her neck and what little skin that was exposed just above her chest flush with excitement as she squirmed under his touch. His hand then slid under the soft cotton fabric and found the bare skin of her breast beneath. He was surprised she wasn t wearing a bra, but supposed the top was generally modest enough that she didn t need one. Or, he speculated, she d left it off on purpose. Amy rested her head back on the couch and closed her eyes, focusing on the incredible sensations, as his hand explored her firm young flesh. He was so gentle, and every time his fingers found her nipples her body jerked as if shocked. Tommy s voice broke through her trance, whispering. Amy, are you okay? Tell me if I hurt you, or, I m fine, just, sensitive, she stammered. She opened her eyes, imploring, don t stop, please. She leaned in, finding his lips again. As they continued making out, he felt her hand land on his upper thigh, slowly moving towards his crotch. The loose fitting shorts he was wearing were containing his throbbing erection, but just barely. Then her hand was over it, feeling it s length for the second time that night. Suddenly she was tugging at his waistband, trying desperately to free it. It took all of his willpower to grasp her hand and remove it. Amy, we can t. It s too risky. And too, messy. She groaned and frowned. I know, but, Tommy lifted her chin up to face him, and spoke softly, lovingly. Amy, I want it too, but we have to be smart. If your parents walked in on us with my pants down, or if I made a mess again all over your couch, he paused, removed his hand from her breast, and with one finger made the throat cutting gesture across his neck. She nodded, regretfully. Yeah, you re right. Dammit. They sat quietly for a moment, just holding each other. She looked at him suddenly, with a determined glint in her eye. Would you, she paused, licked her lips, swallowed nervously, started again: Would you, touch me, somewhere else? Her voice was a weak whisper. Where? said Tommy, not getting it yet. Amy smiled shyly, looked down, and slowly parted her legs. Understanding dawned in his eyes. A huge grin spread on his face, but was quickly replaced by gentle concern. Are you sure? he asked sweetly. Because I don t want to pressure you, or make you feel like you have to, Amy cut him off sharply but lovingly. Tommy, if you don t touch my Kitty right now I ll wind up screaming in frustration. Please. I need this. Her voice was a harsh whisper that contained a desperation he d never heard from her before. Tommy was utterly taken aback by this outburst. Then he broke into a goofy grin. Your kitty? he said incredulously. Amy flushed with embarrassment. It s what, it s what I ve always, called, it. I know, it s silly. It s adorable, said Tommy, and so are you. His hand went to the bare skin of her right thigh, slowly caressing her soft, tan skin. Her breathing became heavier as his hand slid higher up her thigh, finding the hem in the leg of her pajama shorts, then slipped under it. His fingers found the edge of her panties where they met her thigh, then paused. She moaned, put her hand on his, pushed it further. Please, she groaned, please keep going. His fingers started to work their way under the edge of her panties when she suddenly stopped him. Just don t, just don t push your fingers, inside. Not all the way, okay? I m still a virgin, and I wanna stay that way for now. At least till we re ready to, she stopped herself, then shrugged, , well you know. Touch anywhere else you want, just don t push inside, okay? Tommy nodded, understanding. He knew enough about the female anatomy to understand what the hymen was and how it could be broken. He certainly didn t want to push Amy beyond what she was ready for. Don t worry, I don t ever want to hurt you, Amy. Please tell me if I do. And stop me if I go too far. I ve never done this, and I want it to be right, he said. Just touch me, she hissed. I ll guide you if needed, okay? Without further hesitation, his hand slid up again, finding her panties, but instead of going under them he suddenly changed direction and went over the fabric, cupping her entire Kitty in his palm. What he found was warm, almost hot, and he could feel moisture seeping its way through the gusset, warm and slippery like a lotion or oil. He looked at her with happy confusion, and she smiled. It gets that way sometimes. When it s, excited. She winked at him wickedly. But you re torturing me, Tommy. Here, let me just, With a quick move, her hand was suddenly inside her pajama shorts, and with a jerk she pulled her panties aside, allowing him easier access. He instantly felt the hot wet flesh of her virgin cunt under the palm of his hand. He wasn t sure who gasped louder at the moment of contact, him or her. Amy s eyes rolled back in her head as his fingers started to explore her soft folds. Tommy was mesmerized by what he was feeling. His fingers gently probed and explored her swollen labia, then found where they separated as his fingers slipped between them, locating the entrance to her vagina. He stopped there, remembering his promise not to probe too deep. Cautiously, he stuck a finger tip in, then looked at Amy. This okay? Not too much? Her breath was hitching, as she struggled to keep quiet despite the immense pleasure. Ya, yes, it s fine, she stammered. Juh, just a little deeper. There, stop! Now just slide it in and out a bit. He followed her instructions and she closed her eyes again, imagining, as she had when she d masturbated earlier, that it was the tip of his cock sliding in and out of her virgin hole. She felt like a fire hydrant the way she was gushing from the gentle fingering. Tommy felt it too. It s so wet, he said, his voice a low marvel. I know, sorry, she stuttered, barely able to speak. Don t be, he whispered in her ear. I got you way messier earlier, remember? Besides, I m assuming this means I m doing a good job, right? Oh, yes, yes you, oh, oh God, don t stop, a little faster, oh, oh Jesus, I m gonna, Amy suddenly bit down on her lip so hard she thought it might bleed, as she felt the wave of her orgasm hit her, knocking her head back against the couch, her arm squeezing Tommy s waist so tight he could barely breathe, her other hand flying to her mouth to cover her scream as her body shook uncontrollably. Don t stop don t stop don t stop, her voice came muffled from under her hand as she felt a fireball of pleasure spread outwardly from her vagina, simultaneously up towards her head and down to her toes. Then her sounds were no longer words, but high pitched squeals. Her body rocked forward, then back, then shook with what looked like a convulsion. Her eyes rolled back in her head. AMY GIVES HER FIRST BLOWJOB. Amy had been sitting with her eyes closed in a state of utter relaxation, wrapped in Tommy s strong embrace. Suddenly they opened, and looking down, she saw Tommy s erection, still straining against his shorts. Oh, Tommy, I m so sorry, I totally forgot about, that, she gestured to his crotch. Are you sure I can t, you know, help take care of it? It seems so unfair to leave you that way. Tommy glanced at the TV. There were maybe ten minutes left in the movi

28 mei 20261 h 0 min

Babysitter with Benefits: Part 2

Beschrijving

Reacties

Probeer 14 dagen gratis

Alle afleveringen