As I sat in my living room, scrolling through my phone, I couldn’t help but feel restless. I had hired a new babysitter, the stunningly gorgeous and alluring Emma, to watch over my two children while I went out for the night. But as I sat there, waiting for my date to arrive, my thoughts kept wandering to the young woman in the other room.
Emma had arrived just as I was stepping out of the shower, and I couldn’t help but take notice of the way her eyes raked over my tanned, toned body. I tried to brush off the feeling of desire that washed over me at her gaze, as I had never acted on such thoughts before. But as the night wore on, I found myself unable to withstand the pull of her attraction.
After a few hours of chatting with my date, I checked my phone and saw that Emma had been trying to reach me. I excused myself, telling my date that I had to make a quick call, and made my way to the bedroom to answer. The voice on the other end of the line was breathless, and I felt myself growing hot at the sound.
“Hey,” she said, her voice husky. “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Sure,” I replied, my own voice shaking. “What’s up?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she whispered. “I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I’m under a spell when I’m around you. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I can’t help it.”
I felt my heart racing as I listened to her words, unable to believe what I was hearing. I had at all times been attracted to women, but had never acted on my desires, especially not with someone as forbidden as my own babysitter. But the way Emma’s words made me feel, the primal urge that coursed through me at her confession, made me want to throw caution to the wind and give in to the temptation.
“What do you want to do about it?” I asked, my voice low. “Do you want me to come back?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her breath coming in short pants. “Please, I need you. Come back to me, now.”
I hung up the phone and made a quick excuse to my date, telling him that there had been an emergency and I had to go back to the house. He looked disappointed, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as I rushed out of the restaurant and back to my waiting car.
The drive back to the house was a blur, my mind filled with thoughts of Emma and the forbidden desire that I felt. When I arrived, I found her sitting on the couch, her white shirt and tight jeans highlighting her flawless curves and luscious breasts. My eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her, and I felt myself growing harder by the second.
“Come here,” she said, reaching out a hand. “I want you.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement as I made my way over to her, my body throbbing with desire. We kissed, hard and passionate, our tongues darting wildly as we tugged at one another’s clothes. Emma’s hands were everywhere, grabbing and kneading at my ass and chest, as I pushed her back onto the couch.
I buried my head in her neck, nipping and biting at the soft skin as she moaned and groaned beneath me. I could feel the heat radiating off of her body, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, and I knew that I had to have her. I pushed her shirt up over her head, revealing her beautiful breasts, and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, her hips bucking beneath me. “Don’t stop, please.”
I flicked my tongue over her nipple, licking and sucking until she was a writhing mess beneath me. Then, without warning, I moved down her body, unbuttoning her jeans and dragging them down her long, lean legs. I could smell the wetness between her thighs, the musky odor of arousal that only made me that much harder.
I buried my face between her legs, licking and sucking at her hot pussy, my tongue darting around her clit until she was thrashing and moaning beneath me. She tasted amazing, a sweet, tart flavor that made my mouth water, and I couldn’t help but bury my face deeper against her, my tongue diving in and out of her wet folds.
Emma came hard, her juices coating my face as she cried out in pleasure. I licked her clean, savoring the taste of her arousal, before moving back up her body to kiss her again. We made love then, for hours, our bodies entwined and writhing against one another until we were both spent and panting.
As I lay there in the darkness, sated and content, I couldn’t help but think about the forbidden nature of our liaison. I knew that it could never happen again, that we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the sensual, erotic pleasure that was ravaging my body and mind, and the alluring babysitter who had tempted me into this midnight seduction.