As a school student, making money wasn’t easy. Babysitting was my go-to way of earning some cash. And on a balmy night, I found myself at the doorstep of a luxurious house, waiting to meet my client, a single mom, who needed me to take care of her little girl while she was out for a night of revelry.
The door opened, and she emerged, resplendent in a tight-fitting dress that hugged her curves and made my pulse quicken. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she wore a hint of makeup that accentuated her gorgeous brown eyes.
“Hi, I’m Ava,” she said in a throaty voice, her gaze lingering ever so slightly on my figure.
“I’m Melissa. Nice to meet you,” I replied, trying to maintain my composure.
She invited me in, and I followed her into the living room, where her daughter was playing with a set of blocks. She gave me some instructions regarding the bedtime routine, and I nodded, taking it all in.
As soon as I heard the front door click shut, I made myself comfortable on the plush sofa and started scrolling through my phone. But my mind kept wandering, and I found myself stealing glances at Ava every chance I got.
The way she moved, the way her dress hugged her curves, the way she crossed and uncrossed her legs—it was all too much for me to handle. I tried to focus, but my thoughts were consumed with her.
Suddenly, she approached me, her eyes fixed on mine.
“I hope you’re not bored,” she said with a hint of a smile.
“No, not at all,” I lied, flustered.
She sat down next to me, her thigh brushing against mine, sending shivers down my spine.
“Would you like something to drink?” she asked, leaning in closer.
“Sure,” I replied, my heart racing.
She went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of wine, handing it to me. I took a sip, feeling the liquid warm me from within. We started chatting, and I found myself getting lost in her voice, her laughter, her touch.
As the night wore on, the wine flowing freely, Ava became bolder, her gaze locked on mine, her hand caressing my arm. I felt myself getting aroused, my panties dampening with desire.
Without warning, she leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft and warm against mine. I responded eagerly, my tongue darting out to meet hers, exploring her mouth with passion.
She pulled away, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she whispered, tugging at my hand.
I followed her to the bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind reeling with desire. She pushed me onto the bed, straddling me, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of my blouse.
I lifted my arms, letting her slip it off, revealing my pink lace bra, which she quickly undid. She leaned down, her lips trailing kisses down my neck, my chest, my stomach, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
I reached for her dress, pulling it down, revealing her black lace lingerie. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, her skin glowing in the lamplight, her sweet scent filling my nostrils.
She removed her bra, exposing her perky breasts, the nipples taut with arousal. I leaned in, taking one in my mouth, grazing it with my tongue, savoring the taste of her.
She moaned, arching her back, and I knew I was on the right track. I switched to the other breast, giving it equal attention, eliciting even louder moans.
She pushed me back onto the pillows, crawling down my body, kissing every inch of skin she could discover. Her hands slipped under my skirt, pulling off my panties, exposing my wetness to her.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her fingers trailing along my inner thigh.
She sank down, her tongue probing my clit, lapping at it with skilled strokes. I moaned, my body writhing with pleasure, unable to hold back any longer.
She brought me to the brink of orgasm, then stopped, grinning up at me.
“I want to watch you cum,” she said, positioning herself between my legs, her eyes locking onto mine.
I nodded, ready to explode. She leaned down, her tongue lapping at my clit with renewed vigor, and I came, my body shaking with the intensity of it.
As I came back down to earth, she kissed me, sharing the taste of my ecstasy. I knew I wanted more of her, and I wasn’t ready to let this night end.