I sit on the couch, waiting for my employers to leave. They’re going out for the night and I’ve been hired to babysit their four-year-old daughter, Lily. It’s a job I’ve done several times before, but tonight feels different. Maybe it’s the way Mr. and Mrs. Smith keep stealing glances at me or the fact that I’m wearing my favorite black dress that hugs my curves just right. Whatever it is, I feel a thrill of excitement race through me.
As soon as they’re gone, I pour a glass of wine and settle in to watch TV. Lily is already asleep, so all that’s left is to wait for the Smiths to return. But as the minutes tick by, I discover myself becoming restless. I want something more than just a quiet night of babysitting.
I walk over to the window and look out at the city below. It’s a gorgeous night, with stars dotting the sky like tiny diamonds. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my waist and I jump.
“Don’t be scared, it’s just me,” Mr. Smith whispers in my ear.
My heart races as I turn to face him. He’s standing so close, I can feel the heat coming off his body. In the dim light, I can see the hunger in his eyes.
“I couldn’t resist coming back to see you,” he says, his hand sliding down to rest on my hip.
I try to pull away, but he’s too strong. Before I know it, he’s pinned me against the window, his lips crashing down on mine. I’m powerless against his kiss, my body melting into his.
He pulls back, a devilish gleam in his eye. “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he says.
My heart is beating so fast, I can barely catch my breath. I follow him up the stairs, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl sneaking into the principal’s office.
The moment we step into the bedroom, Mr. Smith takes charge. He pushes me onto the bed and begins to undress me, his mouth trailing kisses down my neck and chest. My dress falls to the floor and he takes in the sight of my lacy black lingerie.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he runs his hands over my body.
His touch sends shivers down my spine, and I moan as he kisses his way down my stomach and between my legs. He’s skilled with his tongue, and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.
Just as I’m about to climax, he pulls away. “No, not yet,” he says, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
He stands up and undresses in front of me. His body is muscular and sculpted, and I feel myself getting even more turned on. He climbs onto the bed and positions himself between my legs, his throbbing cock teasing me.
“Please,” I beg, desperate for him to take me.
He enters me slowly, inch by inch, and I cry out with pleasure. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, we hear a noise from down the hall. It’s Mrs. Smith, back early from her night out. We scramble to pull on our clothes and straighten the bed, our hearts pounding.
As soon as she enters the room, we both try to act casual, but I can tell Mr. Smith is tense. He’s worried she may have heard us.
But Mrs. Smith seems oblivious. “Everything okay?” she asks, a smile on her face.
“Yes, everything’s fine,” he replies, relieved.
I try to keep my cool, but all I can think about is the wild, passionate sex we just had. I’ve never felt so alive.
As soon as Mrs. Smith leaves, Mr. Smith turns to me, a mischievous grin on his face. “Round two?” he asks.
I nod eagerly, unable to withstand his charm.
We spend the rest of the night in bed, our bodies entwined in a fiery dance of passion. By the time the sun rises, we’re both exhausted but satisfied.
As they leave in the morning, Mr. Smith slips me an envelope with a generous tip. “For your troubles,” he says with a wink.
I smile, knowing I’ll be back again soon for another night of midnight seduction.