Author's Note: All characters who are sexually involved in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old.
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On a warm Friday night, Aaron Johnson drove home, frustrated, from his date with the bosomy new data entry clerk from the place where he worked. Rachel had been flirting with him from her first day there and, when she eagerly accepted his offer of dinner and a show, he thought he had close to a sure thing. Alas, 'twas not to be. After he took her home and tried to kiss her by the front door, she turned her face away from him so his lips barely grazed her cheek, smiled, said "goodnight" and closed the door in his face. It was not the first time he had been shot down since his wife had walked out on him and probably wouldn't be the last but was very likely the most aggravating so far.
It had been an expensive dinner too, and he still had to pay Cleo, the pretty young baby sitter. He did not begrudge that. He was quite fond of her because she did a good job of taking care of Noah, his four year old son and she needed the money because she was going to college and needed to pay her way. Aaron knew she worked hard and he was glad to help if he could because, besides that and being very pretty, she was a really sweet girl and his son loved her.
Aaron unlocked the front door to his apartment and called out "Hello, Cleo? I'm back." He wanted to let her know who had just come in the door but he didn't want to wake up his son, who should have been fast asleep by that time. While waiting for her to join him, he removed his shoes and socks.
Cleo, also barefoot, came from the kitchen and greeted him. "Hi, Aaron. I didn't expect you 'til a lot later. Did you get shot down?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid so. What is it you girls want, anyhow? And how is Noah?"
Cleo smiled at him. She knew what she wanted, which was to get Aaron into bed so they could fuck each other's brains out and she couldn't imagine why his wife and the bitch who had rebuffed him that night wouldn't feel the same way about him. He was quite handsome, tall and dark-haired with regular features, including dark brown eyes. The man of her dreams was slightly older than she, about 25 years compared to her twenty but she considered that to be not enough to make a difference.
Suddenly, it occurred to her that she would very probably never get a better chance to fulfil her wish than that very night. It was still relatively early; his son was sleeping soundly and he was probably horny and a bit frustrated at striking out earlier. She moved closer, smiled up at him and took his arm in her hand.
"Noah is sleeping like a little angel. I don't know about those other girls but I'll show you what I want. Are you really interested in finding out?"
He didn't answer so, gently but firmly, she tugged on his arm, leading Aaron into what she knew to be his bedroom. She had been in the room earlier in the evening, fantasizing about what she and Aaron would do on the double bed if the opportunity ever arose. She believed it might have finally arisen that night and was determined to take advantage of it while she could. Cleo stopped beside that same bed and moved in close with her arms around him looking up at his visage with adoration in her eyes.
Aaron had never been a man who was skilled at interpreting signals sent out by women, even including his former wife. He had been wrong about Rachel but he had no doubt what Cleo's actions toward him meant. He wrapped his arms around the diminutive brunette and, as he did, he realized she was far prettier than the woman he had dated earlier that evening, with creamy white skin, green eyes and dark brown hair. She felt really good in his arms too, soft and warm and pliant. His biggest surprise was the way he could feel the erect nipples of her breasts through her thin t-shirt and the second biggest was the way her soft lips were puckered as if waiting for his kiss.
He did not make her wait any longer and pressed his lips onto hers. When he felt her tongue seeking entry into his mouth, he couldn't deny it, and sent his own out to meet it. While they kissed, he ran his hands down her slender body, feeling the flare of her hips. He moved in more closely so his hands could cup the soft cheeks of her curvy ass and was elated at the way she ground her hot pussy against him.
"C'mon," she whispered as she climbed onto the bed. Aaron followed her avidly and Cleo turned to face him.
They embraced each other and kissed while they knelt and, this time, when their lips separated, she started to unbutton his shirt. Aaron waited until she was done and turned his back to her so she could slip it off his shoulders and toss it onto the floor. When they faced each other again, Aaron, not wanting to be outdone, took hold of the bottom hem of Cleo's t-shirt and tugged it up over her head. She raised her arms; he pulled it off the rest of the way and added it to the growing pile of clothing while she continued kneeling in front of him.
On a warm night such as that one and wanting to be as comfortable as she could, Cleo had not worn a bra and Aaron stared at her bare breasts. They were rather small but perfectly formed and either of them was topped with a cute pink nipple.
"Your breasts are really beautiful," he told her.
Aaron realized then that not only were her breasts beautiful but everything else about her was too. With utmost gentleness, he held one of the twin beauties in either hand and admired her small, pink nipples which he already knew were fully erect. He bent down to kiss one of the little cuties and then the other and that was fabulous too.
"Thank you," she said. "Now, sit down and let me show you what I can do."