I had been babysitting around town since I was 13 years old. With so many families in the area, it was an easy way to make extra cash if you had a good reputation...and my reputation was stellar! I was certified in CPR, always brought fun activities with me for the kids, and made sure the house was picked up and dishes done before the parents came home. And, after my first year of college, I had grown in my knowledge and experience of children through my major: Early Childhood Education. For this reason, I had become used to getting calls on my cell from strangers, as my number often got passed from one family to another. Word of mouth was my main source of advertisement.
So when I got the call Saturday looking for a last minute sitter for the night, I wasn't surprised. What had surprised me was that I was actually free. Usually Saturday nights were booked months in advance, but the family that had previously secured this night had come down with a bug and cancelled. I was excited to be able to fill the slot and not miss out on the extra cash.
The mother, Mrs. Smith, and I discussed her 4 year old son Andrew and the event that would have her gone until 1am. It turns out Mrs. Smith was on the board of the locally infamous nonprofit Heartbeats for Hope, which specialized in raising money for NICU families who didn't have the funds to pay their hospital fees. Tonight was their annual fundraising gala, so Mrs. Smith would be wining and dining with the wealthiest benefactors in the area. When I asked if Mr. Smith would be attending with her, she said that he was busy at a conference this weekend for work. We scheduled a time for me to arrive and I wrote down her address as she told it to me over the phone. Just as I was saying goodbye, she interrupted.
"Oh! And we have a lovely swimming pool that you are welcome to use once Andrew falls asleep if you like."
I did a little happy dance as I hung up the phone. Little kids went to bed early, and a night by the pool sounded like the perfect way to spend my Saturday.
When I arrived, Mrs. Smith buzzed me in through the gate and I drove my Volvo up a beautiful stone paved driveway to an enormous and immaculate home. I walked into the house trying to keep my jaw from falling on the floor as I gazed longingly over the beautiful artwork, furniture, and interior design. I came to a side table covered in a fresh bouquet of exotic flowers and a half dozen photos in striking silver frames. Many of them were of Mrs. Smith and Andrew, I assumed, but one at the end caught my eye. It was a photo of a man on the edge of a cliff, in nothing but shorts and hiking boots. His dazzling smile and incredibly sculpted body left me feeling dazed when suddenly a voice startled me back to reality.
"Whatcha doing?" The young little boy behind me said with no shyness whatsoever.
"Hello Andrew! I'm Kay," I said as I turned to face him. I gave him my friendliest smile and pointed toward the pictures. "I was just looking at these beautiful pictures of you and your mom."
"Don't forget my dad!" Andrew yelled as he pointed at the photo I had not just been gawking at.
"Oh, is that your father?" I asked innocently, while trying to steady the tingles traveling down between my legs.
"Yes. He is awesome!" Andrew said proudly.
"I bet he is," I replied warmly.
"Andrew, mommy's heading out. I need you to be good for Ms. Kay, alright? And don't try to argue about bedtime. It is 9pm sharp, ok?" Mrs. Smith spoke sternly but with love to her son as she descended the stair case in a sparkling navy blue gown.
"I will mommy!" Andrew declared with a smile. He kissed her goodbye and she was out the door in mere seconds. Then it was just Andrew and me.
The night passed quickly as we played with puppets, cards, and I even showed him a few magic tricks. He asked me to teach him one so he could show his dad when he got home, and it was adorable watching him try to hide a coin between his fingers. When it was finally time for bed, he looked as though he wanted to argue but remembered the promise he made to his mother. To ease the transition to bed, I promised to read him two bedtime stories, and before the book was closed, he had lulled off to sleep.
I gently closed the door and headed downstairs, picking up toys and dishes as I went. I highly doubted that the Smiths cleaned their own house, but I still believed it said a lot about my work ethic when I cleaned up at the end of the night. Once I looked around and saw that everything was looking neat and proper, I glanced beyond the sliding glass doors out to the pool sparkling against the moonlight outside. It was the perfect night for a swim, a warm 82 degrees. I found a cabinet full of lush beach towels, and carried one outside with me. I kept the glass door ajar, just in case Andrew woke up and called for me. Then I pulled my light sundress up over my head to reveal my teal string bikini. It was nothing special really, but I loved how it hugged my curves and made me feel sexy. Not that anyone was around to see me now, but the sentiment still stood. I slipped my sandals off and dove into one end of the pool, swimming underwater to the other end. I burst through the water and threw my head back as the droplets in my long brown hair flung around me. I wiped the water from my eyes and sighed with contentment. This was the life.
I continued swimming for around an hour, allowing the water to lap at my tan skin and make me feel even more beautiful. The moon glistened on the water as I cut through its reflection with each stroke. Finally, I pulled myself out of the water and rung out my hair. Suddenly from behind me I heard a throat clear.
I jumped and turned to find Mr. Smith standing in the doorway. His suit jacket seemed to have been discarded, and his tie loosened after a long day. His shirt cuffs were undone and rolled up on his forearms. His short, dark, curly hair seemed a little wild, and I immediately wondered if he had been running his hands through it earlier.
"Mr. Smith! I wasn't expecting you. Andrew is asleep for the night and Mrs. Smith said you were out of town..." my voice trailed off as he began to approach me, his hands in his pockets and his eyes on mine. A breeze blew past as he did so, and I quickly sucked in a breath as I felt my nipples harden under my wet bikini. Mr. Smith stopped about a foot away, and knelt down slowly to pick up the beach towel at the foot of the lounge chair I had placed it on. He unfolded it as he walked closer and gently wrapped it around my shoulders.
"I got home early," he said softly as he rubbed his hands along my shoulders to warm me up. Had I been shivering?
My arms fell to my sides as he dried them with the towel. Then he began drying other parts of me, gently rubbing my body down with the fluffiest towel I had ever felt. I tensed as I felt his hands on my thighs, fighting the urge to moan from his touch. His hands traveled back up and began to rub the towel over my breasts. I gasped and in that moment his mouth was on mine, his tongue invading my open mouth as I moaned against him. His hands dropped the towel and began to knead my breasts with only the thin fabric of my bikini between his skin and mine. He pinched my hardened nipples and my body responded instinctively, rubbing against his, wetting his shirt and suit pants. My hands traveled up his shirt and pulled at his tie until it was undone. Meanwhile his hands traveled down to my ass and groped me. I began to unbutton his shirt, then unbuckled his belt. The silence was only disrupted by our moans as we continued to entangle with one another.
Who was I? I wondered in shock. I had never been one to be intimate with a stranger and I would never get involved with a married man. But as his hand traveled around my hip to the front of my bikini and stroked my pussy through the wet fabric, I found myself unzipping his pants and pressing my pussy against his hands in a wordless act to beg for more.
Suddenly he stepped back from me and I struggled to catch my breath as I imagined how swollen and red my lips must be right now. He continue to say nothing, but as he stared into my eyes, he shrugged off his shirt and pulled down his pants and boxer briefs, discarding them along with his dress shoes and socks. His cock was hard and thick and beautiful, and I felt my clit throb in anticipation. Was I really doing this, cheating with a married man while on the job? As he stepped toward me once more, I silently screamed Yes!
His hands lifted up to my hips, grabbed the strings of my bikini, and tugged until the thin fabric simply fell to the ground, leaving my bare pussy tingling from the breeze. He looked down and a slight smirk played on his lips. Then he took my hand and walked me back toward the pool. He slid into the water but motioned for me to sit at the edge in front of him. I did so slowly, and then leaned back onto the concrete as his hand pushed my torso back into a lying position. I stared up at the stars as I felt him spread my legs and lick the slit of my wet pussy like I was a delicacy he was ready to devour.
"Oh yes," I moaned as he buried his face in my pussy and sucked on my clit. My hand reached down and tangled in his curls as I thrust my pussy up toward his mouth. He moaned in response and continued to eat me out as I squirmed beneath him. His hands slid under my thighs and gripped me as he began to thrust his tongue in and out. My moans grew louder and my breath raspier as my eyes began to roll back in my head.
