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It was the summer after high college graduation and 18-year-old Lisa was eagerly looking for a summer job to earn some cash before heading off to school. She managed to get an interview with the Johnson family who live a few blocks away from her. The Johnsons had young children, and they wanted a babysitter who could keep an eye on them during evenings and weekends while they went out for dinner or movies.

Lisa arrived at their house, dressed in a tight-fitting pink sundress that hugged her curves perfectly. The Johnsons were impressed by her confidence and charm, and after a brief interview, they hired her on the spot. Lisa was thrilled to have landed her first job.

Her first few weeks of babysitting were uneventful. She spent most of her time watching TV, playing games with the kids, and putting them to bed. But one evening, while putting the kids to bed, she accidentally spilled a glass of water on her shirt. The Johnson’s had gone out for dinner, and Lisa rushed to the laundry room to clean her shirt.

As she was bent over the washing machine, rubbing the stain away, she sensed someone was behind her. She turned around to see Mr. Johnson standing a few feet away, staring at her intently. Lisa’s heart started racing; she felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Mr. Johnson, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in,” she said, trying to sound casual, her voice trembling slightly.

“It’s alright, Lisa,” he said, moving closer to her. “I came to check on the kids, and I saw you here. You look beautiful tonight.”

Lisa felt her face turning red as she gazed at him. Mr. Johnson was tall, athletic, with piercing blue eyes and short brown hair. He was wearing a casual shirt and jeans that hugged his muscular thighs tightly.

“Thank you,” she said, feeling a sudden heat in her stomach. “I…I should go check on the kids now.”

Mr. Johnson stepped forward, blocking her path. “Not so fast, Lisa. I think we should talk about what’s been on my mind since the day you came here.”

Lisa frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “I’ve been thinking about you since the day you walked in here. You’re beautiful, sexy, and I can’t stop imagining what it would be like to touch you, to taste you.”

Lisa’s mouth fell open as she listened to him. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Mr. Johnson was married, and he had kids. What was he thinking?

“I…I can’t do this, Mr. Johnson. You’re married, and I’m your babysitter. This is wrong,” she said, her voice shaking.

Mr. Johnson smiled, stepping closer to her until they were inches aside. “Who says what’s right or wrong, Lisa? We’re two adults, and we both want this. I can tell by the way you’re staring at me, by the way your body is reacting to my touch.”

He raised his hand, stroking her cheek gently, and Lisa couldn’t help but lean into his touch. She felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins as she gazed into his eyes.

“I won’t tell anyone,” he whispered. “We can have some fun, just this once. Then we can forget about it and go on with our lives as if it never happened.”

Lisa hesitated for a moment, weighing her options. She knew this was wrong, but a part of her was curious, thrilled by the forbidden nature of their attraction. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Fine,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Johnson grinned, his hand moving to the back of her neck, pulling her towards him. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, and Lisa felt herself melting into him. She had never felt this way before, not even with her former boyfriend. There was something raw and primal about this moment, something exciting and dangerous.

They broke the kiss, and Mr. Johnson led her upstairs to the master bedroom, closing the door behind them. The room was spacious and luxurious, with a king-size bed in the center. Mr. Johnson sat on the edge of the bed, watching Lisa as she approached him, her heart pounding in her chest.

He reached out to cup her breasts, massaging them through her sundress. Lisa moaned, arching her back, pushing against his touch. She could feel his arousal pressing against her thigh, and she reached down to stroke him through his jeans.

Mr. Johnson groaned, pulling her onto his lap, deepening the kiss. They tasted each other, exploring each other’s mouths with fervor. Lisa had never been this passionate before, and she was surprised at how much she craved his touch.

He slid his hand up her thigh, pushing her dress up, exposing her panties. Lisa was wet, her juices soaking through the fabric. Mr. Johnson touched her through the panties, rubbing her clit, making her moan with pleasure.

He pulled her panties down, pushing her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. Lisa watched him as he undressed, revealing his muscular chest, his thick cock standing erect. She gasped, feeling a sudden hunger deep inside her.

Mr. Johnson climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He stroked her folds, parting them, teasing her with the tip of his cock. Then he thrust into her, filling her with his hardness, making her scream with pleasure.

He moved in and out of her, picking up the pace, driving her towards the edge. Lisa wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, urging him on. She could feel her orgasm building, making her body tremble with anticipation.

Then it hit her like a wave, making her cry out loud. Her body convulsed, her juices wetting the bed, as Mr. Johnson continued thrusting into her, his own orgasm imminent.

He groaned, his body pulsating, his hot seed filling her. They lay there, panting, for a few moments, before Mr. Johnson pulled out of her, collapsing beside her, trying to catch his breath.

“That was amazing,” he said, smiling at her.

Lisa nodded, still feeling dazed, as if she was in a dream. This was wrong, she knew that, but she couldn’t help feeling a sense of satisfaction, a sense of fulfillment.

They got dressed, and Mr. Johnson walked her to the door, his hand lingering on her waist.

“We shouldn’t have done this,” Lisa said, turning to look at him.

“I know,” he said, stroking her cheek. “But we did, and we can’t undo it. We’ll keep this between us, and we won’t do it again. I promise.”

Lisa nodded, feeling a sense of relief, but also a sense of unease. She had no idea what was gonna happen now, but one thing was certain; her summer just got a lot more interesting.
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