I followed him as he carried his son on his shoulders. I could not pull my eyes from his tall athletic figure. The little boy kept turning back to call at me. We had become friends in the few weeks since his mother, estranged from the tall man ahead of me, had employed me to look after her two children.
Then, out of the blue, the children's father had appeared as if by magic. The moment I laid eyes on him my body rioted against me. True, he was no longer living with my mistress, but legally he was her husband. So I should have zero interest in him, yet my heart was racing, my breathing had become irregular, and all my internal organs were in a riot. I had to stop these feelings before they ruined many lives!
Only a week later an event changed the course of all our lives. The younger child, a girl had an accident. Falling from some height, she suffered a broken femur and was hospitalised. Of course the mother had to be there. I was left with the young boy at home. I prayed and prayed that their father would come to see his son. And late one afternoon, just after dark there was a knock on the door. With dry throat I croaked a welcome. It was he!
He poked his head inside and smiled at his son then came in. He greeted me by a loose hug, which nevertheless excited me all through. He asked me for a glass of water as he sat down. I tried to behave well during his short stay but found myself passing close to where he sat so that he would be tempted to touch me somewhere, even a brush against my hand. Twice his hand touched mine but I felt it was by accident.
The meal I was preparing for my little charge and myself was nearly ready. I said to the boy, "After we eat daddy will sleep here, won't he?"
"Daddy won't you spend the night here?" patting the sofa.
"I can't fit onto that, Nyoiks!"
"Please daddy, do not leave us alone. We get very scared at night without mummy!" implored the little angel, pushing for my cause unwittingly.
Quickly I served the meal. I caught Daddy staring at the backs of my thighs as I was bent over at my tasks.
"Good, he likes something about me!" I thought to myself. I sat next to the boy, but opposite Daddy. I kept changing position so that he would catch a flash of flesh once in a while.
I have no idea why he accepted the invitation to stay the night apart from the boy's plea, but stay he did. As usual I shared the bed with the boy while he stretched his long figure on the sofa. It was necessary that we climb into bed first as the sofa was next to the bed in the small house. So Daddy was last to undress, put off the light and go to sleep.
I waited until the young man was snoring, fast asleep. I crawled as silently as I could out of the bed, placed a foot where it felt like Daddy's body was not, so as to get out to pee. But as fate would have it, I slipped and fell over his legs. As I tried to extricate myself he came to my aid, and in the darkness his hand touched my breast. I heard his intake of breath at the same time as I heard my own. Without prior agreement he started to fondle me, and I was powerless to stop him. I found my tongue completely unable to form a protest. He then pulled me and kissed me hungrily. I could feel the need of a man who had been missing his wife. I gave in willingly. His hand strayed to my legs and then the thighs. They parted of their own accord. He found my pussy, wet and hot with desire. At this point I was no longer in control of myself, but in the firm grip of my own long bottled-up emotions.
He pinched both nipples and I almost screamed. His hand pulled my panty down as he pulled his own partly down, leaving it at his knees. He arranged us so that he could invade my sanctity with his fucking tool. I felt the cockhead pushing at my entrance and parted my legs the more. He made a few shallow moves before getting past my lips. He was so fired up he almost shot his load right there! But master lover that he is, he slowed down and let his emotions simmer down.