The Babysitter

If you have not read the other parts, I recommend that you read them first as it provides the back story. This one has a long setup for the payoff. And no babysitter in this chapter, but she'll be back in the next one.

After that, my dating life with Sarah went into full gear. There wasn't a week where we didn't go out at least three times a week. Sometimes it was more, but never less. I was still having sex with Jennifer, but it was less than before, and I always told Sarah about it. Of course, she always told me when she slept with Jennifer also. Occasionally I got to have a fun threesome with them. Time in the jacuzzi was always great with the two of them as well.

Sarah was as amazing a woman as I had ever met, and my only regret was not getting to know her earlier. About six months after we started dating, it was time to pop the question. I asked Jennifer if she could watch the kids this Friday night and asked Sarah if I could pick her up from work. She said yes and I spent the rest of the week in planning mode.

"Should I be wearing anything special to work today?" She asked me as I finished making her coffee. That was sort of our routine now; I would get up and take a shower, come over, make her breakfast and occasionally we would have a bite before she took off to work.

"You could always wear what you're wearing," I said with a smirk. She was wearing a silky bathroom that fully covered her up because, well, her son was in the house, but still in bed.

"Yeah, since that isn't going to work, maybe you could let me in on plan B." She smiled as she raised the cup to her lips. She took a long slip, her eyes locked on mine. "Well, come on, should I wear anything special?"

"No. Just wear what you normally wear to work."

"Where are we going after you pick me up?"

"All of a sudden you don't like surprises?"

"Okay, okay, I won't ask any more questions. I have to get dressed. Have a great day and I'll see you tonight."

"Bye Sarah. Looking forward to seeing you tonight." I leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss that we lingered on before I turned to leave.

I had taken the day off work to make final preparations so as soon as Steven headed off to school, I headed off to do my thing. I made a couple of stops, which involved running all over the city, all the while enjoying a beautiful spring day. Five o'clock finally arrived and I stepped out onto the 14th floor. I found her at work in her office, head down over a laptop. I knocked on the door.

"Hi beautiful," I said with a smile.

She looked up and said, "Hi. Come here." She crooked a finger as though beckoning me. I scooted right over and she put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. I put my hands on her waist and looked down into her eyes.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, I was just doing busy work until you got here."

"Come on then, let's get out of here." I took her hand, and we walked out of her office, down the hall and to the elevator. I pressed the down arrow and leaned over and kissed her again, gently this time since we were in a public place. The elevator arrived and we got it and I pressed the button for the lobby.

"Why are we going to the lobby? Aren't you parked in the garage?"

"All part of the special evening." I said it with a crooked smile on my face. There was no way I was going to be able to hide how excited or happy I was for this night.

"This I can't wait to see. You have the silliest schoolboy smile I've ever seen. Even when I was in school. This must be good." The elevator doors opened, and I took her hand again and led her out the lobby doors and to the waiting limo. The chauffeur opened the door when he saw us.

"What's this?" Sarah asked.

"It's called a limousine. Also called a limo." I was going to get slapped for being a smart-ass, but it was so worth it. Sometimes it was fun to just play dumb.

"So that's how it's going to be, huh? Okay." She mumbled under her breath, "this had better be good." But of course, she said it just loud enough for me to hear. I held her hand and helped her into the limo and then walked around to the other side while the Chauffeur closed the door for her.

"All ready, sir?"

"Yup. Let's get out of here. Thanks Carl." I slid onto the seat, put my arm around her and kissed her deeply. The center partition was up, a fact which didn't escape her notice, and her hand started wandering down to my slacks. This didn't help the fact that I was already getting hard. I grabbed her hand and said, "uh, uh. Not right now."

"Um, what? When was the last time you said no to me touching you like this?"

"Never. But there's a first time for everything, right?"

"Am I losing my touch and that's what tonight is all about?" I laughed out loud.

"Since when does someone rent a limo when there's something wrong in a relationship?" I think she saw the genuine mirth on my face, and it relaxed her a little bit. "I'll tell you what, how about I make it up to you with this?" I opened the mini-bar and took out a bottle of Veuve Clicquot Brut Yellow Label champaign.

"Please, that would be great. This is a little treat."

"I promise, it will only get better from here," I said as I popped the cork and poured two glasses of the champaign.

"What are we toasting tonight?"

"What do you think we should be celebrating?"

"Us?"

"That sounds like a perfect toast. To us." We clinked glasses and slowly sipped the champaign.

"Are you going to tell me what this is all about now?"

"No. I'll just say you need to be a little more patient, but it won't be too much longer." Our destination was a quiet, out of the way restaurant nestled in the hills above Napa Valley with a view overlooking the valley that looked amazing at sunset. I had never been before, but I had it on good authority that this was the place to go for a romantic evening.

We sat there and talked about her day and a half hour later we reached the restaurant. Carl opened her door and we both slid out. "Thanks Carl. See you in a bit."

"I'll be here. Have a nice evening."

I took Sarah's hand and led her to the hostess. She was looking all over the place, and I rightly assumed that she had never been here before either. "Good evening. Paul, party of two."

"Oh yes, Mr. Garrett, it's a pleasure to have you with us tonight. We have you in a private cabana. If you'll just follow me, I'll show you the way."

"A private cabana Mr. Garrett?" Sarah couldn't keep a straight face and she looked like she was going to burst out laughing. Even though we both made a good living, we weren't what you would call ostentatious. This really was a grand gesture all the way around.

"All will be revealed shortly, my dear." I said it in as mysterious a voice as I could, but it came off comically bad. An actor I wasn't. She laughed.

"Thank god you're not an actor." I laughed right back. She read my mind.

The hostess led us passed two shallow reflecting pools that reflected the clouds in the sky in an almost perfect mirror. Beyond the pools, the entire valley opened up. Brown hills, green vineyards and palm trees. There was an open cabana set up in a grassy area to the left of the walkway. It was a four-pole affair with billowing curtains tied at the corners. Inside, a table was set with roses, plates, wineglasses and chilled champaign in a bucket beside the table. Perfect.

"We'll let you get settled and then your server will be over in a few minutes with the menus." She pulled Sarah's chair back and helped her get seated and I sat down.

After our hostess walked away, Sarah looked at me and said, "Paul, this is beautiful, but I don't understand. What's it for?"

"Sarah, you've been a great neighbor and there are times I felt like I wouldn't make it with our support. And then we started dating and it turned into something else completely. I wake up in the morning and the only thing I want to do is see you. I leave you at night and I only ever want to turn around kiss you one more time. I hold your hand and my pulse races and I spend all day thinking about you and waiting until I get to see you again." I stood up and pulled the ring box out of my jacket pocket and got down on one knee. I could see her eyes start to water. "I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" I opened the ring box to show her a platinum engagement ring with a 2 carat round cut diamond surrounded by smaller diamonds set in the top of the band and running a quarter way down the sides.

The tears started flowing. I held my breath. She nodded her head, to overcome for words. I took her hand and slipped the ring on her finger. I took her hand and helped her stand up so I could hug her. She shook as she sobbed. After what seemed like a couple of minutes, she pulled away and looked up at me. "Paul, I'm so sorry. I must look a mess."

"Nonsense, you're as beautiful as you ever were."

"I just never expected anyone was going to want to marry me again and I was having such a great time with you but I was afraid you were just thinking of me as a casual girlfriend. Having you in my life has been so wonderful and it's done loads for my ego. I can't wait to spend forever with you." She leaned in and kissed me, arms behind my neck, body pressed against mine. It was a moment I'll never forget.

I pulled her chair out for her and helped her get settled again. Our server showed up right as I sat down and spent the rest of the evening eating, drinking champaign and talking about plans for the future. Some three hours later, we finally finished dinner and a light dessert and headed back to the entrance. We held hands as we walked back with Sarah continually looking down at her engagement ring.

"You know, I didn't think I would ever wear one of these again. I thought after I got divorced, I was done for. Who would want a woman approaching middle age with a son?" I got the feeling that interrupting now was likely to get me slapped. I didn't think that pointing out that 34 was not middle-aged. "But then I met you and you have been wonderful. I love you, Paul." I could only smile at that. Words didn't seem to be necessary.

We got back to the limo and Carl had the door open, waiting for us. "Welcome back. And I see that congratulations are in order."

"Thanks Carl," I said with a stupid big grin on my face. We got into the limo, Carl slid behind the wheel and off we went. Sarah sat, hands in her lap, her right-hand toying with her engagement ring. "Do you like it?"

"I love it. How on earth did you get the right size?"

"You're joking, right? I just asked Jennifer to steal one of your other rings and I brought it with me to the jeweler. And yes, I put the other ring back."

She leaned over and gently kissed me. Her hand went behind my neck and started caressing me. I put my hand around her back and pulled her to me. She straddled my legs and started kissing me harder, pressing me into the seat. She started grinding herself against me and then she stopped, pulled up her dress and went back to grinding against me. Her pussy, covered only by her panties was on fire. I could feel her heat through my slacks and she was rubbing right up against my cock which was straining to break free of my pants. "Mmmmmmm. Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned into my mouth. My hands found her tits and I ran my thumbs over her hard nubs. "Oh Paul," she whispered into my ear. "Keep doing that. Oh god, I'm going to cum. Yes, yes, yes." I moved my hands down to her hips and pulled her down on me harder so she was really grinding against me. Her body shook and tears started flowing again. She kissed me again, harder and then more gently. "I love you, Paul. Make love to me?"

"In a limo?"

"Okay, right, it isn't quite that romantic. How about you just take me right here, right now, hard and fast and when we get home you can make love to me?" I laughed and kissed her again. No words were necessary.

She slid off me, undid my belt buckle and unzipped my pants. She pulled them down to my ankles, along with my underwear and took me into her mouth. I watched her mouth slide up and down my shaft and pulled her hair up so I could see her better. I slid her blouse straps off her shoulders, one at a time and slid her bouse down to her waist. She was wearing a front closing bra and I let her hair down to release the catch. She slid upwards and put me between her tits and wrapped them around my cock. She gently rose up and down, looking up at me, her engagement ring glinting in the occasional light from outside.

"I think it's time you come up here." She slid upwards further, lifted her dress and pulled her panties to the side and slid me inside her wet pussy. I put my hands on her ass and helped push her down on me and raise her up. My lips locked to one nipple or the other, sucking and licking as though she was sweet as candy. I leaned back and watched her pussy slide up and down my cock while she squeezed her nipple. She was starting to glisten with the effort, and I helped her off me. I leaned her over the seat with her knees on the floor and got behind her. I raised the dress off her ass and sank into her. She gasped as her head was pushed down into the seat and I slid all the way into her and grabbed her hips. I started pounding into her, the only noise being the quiet road outside and the slapping of my hips against her.

This lasted for miles and then I pulled out of her, turned her over and spread her legs. She was sitting slumped down on the seat with her legs around my waist and I again pushed her dress to her waist and sank into her. Her tits were resting on her stomach with one hand massaging her pussy and the other pinching her nipple. She would occasionally lick her fingers and go back to pinching her nipple or rubbing her clit and her breathing was coming faster. I looked down to watch her hand become a blur of motion on her pussy and I started slamming into her harder and harder. "Honey, I'm going to cum. This feels so good!"

"Yes Paul," she said in a whisper. "Cum for me. Show me how much I turn you on. Oooooohhhhhhh," She let out a long, low moan and came deep insider her. I continued to pound into her as I came again and again. I felt her body shake as I filled her with cum. The tears started again. I slid all the way back into her and leaned forward and kissed her. Our breathing was raspy, heavy with effort and I leaned down and kissed her tears from each check, then her eyes as she closed them and finally her lips, tasting her tears again. "Thank you. That was amazing."

Now all we had to do was tell the kids. And the babysitter.