The date ended sooner than expected, leaving me with a bad taste for the online scene. My "match" was just as pretty and friendly as she'd led me to believe, but was part of a married couple looking for their plus 1, not something I'm interested in. Especially as I'm just getting back into the dating process after finally convincing myself it's what my late wife would have wanted.
I return home with a confusing mix of disappointment and relief, prepared to work out the pent up frustrations by myself after checking on my kids and dismissing the babysitter, Andrea. Both kids are in bed, sleeping soundly as they usually are when I get back from whatever distracting adventure I may be on, Andrea greeting me from the living room with a start. She hadn't expected me back so soon, probably thought someone was breaking in. Poor thing. Not that she'd be completely defenseless in that situation, I reckon she could take down most intruders.
Andrea is an extraordinary girl, if I may say so. She's just over 5 feet tall, fiery red hair cascading down to her shoulders in shiney curls, sparkling emerald eyes, freckles scattered across her fair skin. Her cheeks blush and nose crinkles when she smiles, an expression that brightens up any room (or mood). I've noticed her figure as well, though I try to avoid dwelling on it too much. Despite her usual attire, loose fitting sweatshirt and matching pants when she babysits, I've caught glimpses of her bending over or stretching to get something just out of reach. She has pleasant curves under those layers, something even more apparent when she asks for help retrieving an object, and forgets to step back. Her body has accidentally pressed against mine on more than one occasion, leading to more than one cold shower later on.
The outfit she wore today is a little more snug, apparently she came over right after a yoga class. Her green leggings match her eyes compliment her hair, but are stretched so thin across her wide hips and thick thighs they're practically translucent. Above her leggings is an uncovered portion of her belly, my eyes lingering on the shimmering piercing in her navel beneath the waves of her loose sweater. Seems to defeat the purpose of a sweatshirt to have half of it cut off, but the gray attire with her university's logo looks cozy, otherwise.
"Mr. Neufield, you're home early!" she said in her usual, sing-song voice.
"Yeah," I replied with a laugh/sigh, "my date and I weren't in the same book, let alone the same page."
She frowned, but her voice sounded chipper as ever, "I'm sorry to hear that."
Not that it was her job to cheer me up, but I don't need feigned pity. Her cheeks flushed again as she walked to me, hips swaying as though she'd pulled something. I smiled at her as she took my hands in hers, those big, emerald eyes looking up at me.
"I'm sure the right girl is closer than you think," she said before giving me a warm hug.
I hugged her back, appreciating the sentiment. Her face rubbed into my chest, and I absolutely felt her breasts as we embraced, but tried to shift my body so as to avoid an embarrassing encounter. My manhood ached for attention, pressing firmly against my pants, and I dreaded her reaction if-
"Oh," she chimed, her hip rubbing directly against the rigid lump straining beneath my pants. "Feels like someone is happy."
I could feel my cheeks burn red with embarrassment as the one thing I had tried to avoid just happened. But before I could try to explain, her hands drifted from behind me, fingers trailing along the outline of my covered erection. She moaned softly as her slender fingers traced my member, then looked back up into my eyes. A coy smile grew along her full lips.
"I could help with that," she said. The cheer was nearly gone from her voice, replaced almost entirely by airy seduction. I simply looked back at her, mouth agape and stammering. Her hands slowly began tugging at the belt closed around my tan trousers, unclasping it and pulling it free from the loops before sending it to the floor.
My mind was trying to catch up with this sudden turn of events when my pants fell along my legs, leaving nothing but red briefs between this young, attractive woman on her knees, and my throbbing hardness. My cock stiffened further, pushing against the thin fabric of my underwear. It slid along the edge of my briefs, the thick, mushroom-like head poking out. She gasped and pulled my briefs down, exposing my full member before her. Her hand wrapped around my trunk, fingers barely touching her thumb on the other side as she stared at it, wide eyed and mouth agape. I groaned as she began working her hand up and down, my orgasm already drawing near. Didn't take long for pearly beads of precum to bubble at my tip, her tongue lapping out and licking it up before swirling across my bulbous head. I subconsciously grasped her head in one hand, silky strands of red hair covering my fingers as they reached her scalp. She took that as her cue, opening her mouth wide and sliding my girth into her warm, hungry mouth. Her soft, wet tongue slid along the underside of my cock as it disappeared between her lips, teeth grazing across my hardened flesh as her mouth struggled to take my size. She began sucking, her head bobbing back before falling forward, taking me deeper each time.
Andrea gagged against me as I pressed against the back of her throat, but simply continued sucking and bobbing at the half protruding from her face. Her hand worked at the exposed shaft, pumping along feverishly as I helped guide her head back and forth. I was in total bliss, hardly paying attention to anything apart from my rapidly building orgasm until I felt another hand grope my dangling balls. The hand massaging my testicles was notably wet, smearing slick fluid across my skin, the fingers soggy from searching out her own release. I look down and see plump lips wrapped around my saliva coated cock, fingers stroking back and forth between my pelvis and her suckling mouth. Her sweatshirt has been pulled up, hardened nipples poking out under the crumpled fabric on her impressive breasts.
The sights and sensations threw me over the edge, and I grunted as I held her head steady. Strong pulses surge along my cock as I begin unleashing a torrent of cum into her throat. She slurped and gulped as hot, sticky ropes spurted forth, each pulse eliciting another throaty grunt from me. Her hand continued massaging my balls while the other stayed motionless on my throbbing shaft, thumb stroking the underside as I drained into her. I released my suddenly too firm grip in her hair as my orgasm subsided, and she slowly, tantalizingly pulled away. Her lips remained locked around my shaft as it withdrew, the suction increasing as her mouth emptied. My eyes rolled at the sensation of her tongue dancing under my tender pole, and she squeezed every last drop from my manhood before letting it pop free. She looked up at me, still on her knees, and swallowed the last of my load while taking deep breaths.
"I've wanted to do that for a _long_ time," she whispered, flashing me a beautiful smile. "Didn't think you'd been picking up my clues."
I chuckled a bit, my half hard member still wrapped in her fingers. "I honestly had no idea, _fuck_."
"Absolutely!" she exclaimed, hopping to her feet, "but only if you promise to pull out, I'm not on any birth control."
