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As she walked down the hallway, Emily felt a flutter in her stomach. She was nervous about the evening with the Johnsons, but also excited. She had been their babysitter for a few months now, and although Mr. Johnson had at all times been friendly with her, she had sensed a growing tension between them.

Emily was 18, fresh out of high college and with a body that most guys would kill for. She had at all times been curious about sex, but had never had the opportunity to explore it. She had a few boyfriends in high college but nothing serious, and she was still a virgin.

When she arrived at the Johnsons’ house, Mrs. Johnson greeted her warmly and showed her around. They had a gorgeous house, with a large living room, a cozy den and a spacious kitchen. Emily had been there many times before, but tonight felt somehow different.

When Mr. Johnson came home from work, Emily felt her heart race a little. He was a good 20 years older than her, with broad shoulders, piercing blue eyes and a charming smile. He had at all times been friendly with her, but tonight he seemed to be paying extra attention to her.

As Mrs. Johnson headed out the door, she told Emily to call if she needed anything. Emily nodded nervously, feeling the butterflies in her stomach grow stronger.

As soon as Mrs. Johnson left, Mr. Johnson sat down on the couch next to Emily. “So, how has your week been?” he asked, his voice smooth and soothing.

Emily told him about college, her friends, and her plans for the summer. Mr. Johnson listened intently, nodding and smiling as he listened.

After a while, he leaned in closer to her. “You know, Emily, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”

Emily felt her pulse quicken. “What is it?”

“Well, I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve been acting a little differently around you lately.”

Emily nodded, feeling a combination of fear and excitement.

“There’s just something about you, Emily,” Mr. Johnson continued. “You’re beautiful, smart, and incredibly sexy.”

Emily felt a surge of pleasure at his words. She had at all times thought what it would feel like to be desired by an older man, and now she was finding out.

She looked into his eyes, her own filled with a mix of curiosity and longing. “What do you want from me, Mr. Johnson?”

Mr. Johnson smiled, his fingers tracing circles on her bare arm. “I want you to answer a few questions for me, Emily. And I want you to be completely honest.”

Emily nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no idea what sort of questions he was gonna ask her, but she was eager to answer anything.

“Have you ever had sex, Emily?”

Emily shook her head. “No, Mr. Johnson. I’m a virgin.”

Mr. Johnson’s lips curved into a predatory smile. “And do you want to have sex, Emily?”

Emily felt her cheeks grow warm. “Yes, Mr. Johnson. I’ve always been curious about it.”

Mr. Johnson chuckled. “Well, Emily, I think it’s time for you to satisfy that curiosity. I want to teach you everything I know, and show you what it means to truly be satisfied.”

Emily’s mouth went dry as she listened to his words. She had fantasized about sex before, but she had never wondered it would actually happen. And with Mr. Johnson…she wasn’t sure whether she was terrified or exhilarated.

He leaned in closer to her, his mouth hot against her ear. “Are you ready for this, Emily?”

Emily nodded, feeling a mix of fear and desire coursing through her veins.

Mr. Johnson stood up, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the stairs. Emily followed him, her heart racing as she thought what was gonna happen next.

When they reached his bedroom, Mr. Johnson closed the door firmly behind them. Emily stood nervously in the center of the room as he walked towards her.

“Take off your clothes, Emily,” he commanded, his voice rough and commanding.

Emily hesitated for a moment, but then slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. She peeled it off, revealing a lacy bra that barely contained her ample breasts. She saw Mr. Johnson’s eyes widen as he looked at her, and a surge of pride filled her.

Next, she slipped off her jeans, revealing a matching lacy thong that barely concealed her pussy. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so turned on.

Mr. Johnson’s eyes roamed over her body, his expression one of pure desire. He moved closer to her, cupping her breasts in his hands and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.

Emily moaned softly, feeling her pussy grow slick with arousal. She had never felt so alive before, so wanted. Mr. Johnson lifted her up onto the bed, leaning down to plant kisses on her neck and chest.

As he did, Emily felt his erection pressing against her thigh. She had never seen a cock before, but she knew what it was and what it was used for. Without thinking, she reached down to touch it.

Mr. Johnson gasped as she stroked him, his hips thrusting forward as he groaned in pleasure. Emily felt a sense of power, knowing that she was the one who was making him feel this good.

With one swift motion, he tore off her thong and pulled off his own pants. And then, before Emily knew what was happening, he was plunging inside her.

Emily gasped at the sensation, feeling her body stretch to accommodate him. It hurt at first, but then it began to feel good. Really good.

Mr. Johnson began pumping in and out of her, his hips slamming into hers with a frenzy that took her breath away. Emily moaned and cried out, feeling pleasure create inside of her like a storm.

And then, just as she was about to come, he pulled out of her. Emily felt a sense of disappointment, but then Mr. Johnson grinned at her, his fingers reaching down to stroke her clit.

She cried out in pleasure, feeling a wave of orgasm create inside her. It crashed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her shaking and spent.

Afterwards, she lay next to Mr. Johnson, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over her. She had experienced something incredible, something she would never forget.

But she also knew that it was forbidden. That what they had done was risky and dangerous. That she could lose everything if anyone found out.

Emily lay awake for hours after Mr. Johnson had gone to sleep, thinking about everything that had happened. Thinking about the secrets they shared, and the forbidden desires that still lurked beneath the surface.

But as she drifted off to sleep, she also felt a sense of giddy anticipation. Because she knew that this was just the beginning. That there were more adventures to come, more boundaries to cross, more forbidden desires to explore.
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