As I sat at my desk working on a project for work, I couldn’t help but think about my sitter, Sarah. She had been my go-to for watching my two young kids for the past year and a half, and I had all the time found her attractive. But I hadn’t acted on those feelings until one fateful night.
It was a Friday evening, my wife was out with her friends, and I had planned to stay in and catch up on some work. But when I received a call from Sarah saying she was running late, I offered to wait for her and give her a ride home. She accepted, and I was thrilled to have some business for the evening.
When she arrived, she was dressed in a tight white t-shirt and ripped jeans, showing off her toned figure and long legs. We chatted as we drove, and I couldn’t help but notice her flirting with me. I tried to play it cool, not wanting to ruin my working relationship with her, but my thoughts started to wander.
After dropping her off at her house, she invited me inside for a drink. I hesitated, but my curiosity got the best of me, and I accepted. We made our way to the living room, and she poured us each a glass of red wine.
As we talked and drank, the sexual tension between us grew more and more intense. Our conversation turned to what we both liked in bed, and before I knew it, we were kissing passionately.
We made our way to her bedroom and started to undress each other. Sarah’s skin was soft and warm under my fingertips as I explored her body. She moaned with pleasure as I kissed down her neck, making my way to her breasts.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had never felt so alive and free as I did in that moment. We were both consumed by our desire for each other, and we didn’t stop until the early hours of the morning.
The next few weeks were a blur of forbidden encounters and stolen moments. We would sneak around like teenagers, finding any opportunity we could to be together. Our connection only grew stronger with each passing day, and I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with her.
But as much as I wanted to be with her, I knew it was wrong. I was married with kids, and Sarah was just a school student pursuing her dreams. I couldn’t risk everything for a few moments of pleasure.
So, I made the difficult decision to end things with her. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done, but I knew it was the right thing to do.
After that, Sarah stopped babysitting for us. We would occasionally see each other around town, but it was all the time awkward. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret every time I saw her, knowing what we had lost.
Looking back on that time in my life, I realize how foolish I was. I risked everything for a forbidden encounter, and in the end, it left me with nothing but regret. But I’ll all the time cherish those moments with Sarah, even if they were fleeting and doomed from the begin.