She came to stay with us when she was eighteen years old, as part of a student exchange program hosted by the local community college. My wife, Meredith, had considered it a great idea—a built-in babysitter for our five year-old daughter, Jane. I, on the other hand, had my reservations—Meredith wasn't exactly a super mom, I feared that having Leigh around would just give her another excuse not to spend any time with Janie at all.
When Leigh stepped off that plane, fresh faced and exotic, my wife had given her a speculative look, her patrician nose lifted high and her sea-blue eyes narrowed in scrutiny. Leigh had averted her eyes and smiled politely, reverently, her diminutive features reminding me of a China doll I had once bought for my daughter. As I studied her with growing interest, she turned those lovely eyes on me and smiled, causing a jolt to snap through my body as if I were sixteen.
Life settled into a pattern as it always does, Leigh started attending classes and spent her evenings watching Janie. Meredith became even more scarce, sustaining herself on her charity work and her personal trainer, whom I expected was also fucking her. I...well, I got by...playing with my little girl, taking her to the parks and museums, working, working, working. Occasionally, I'd spend evening with her and Leigh, all of us watching movies on a weekend.
Meredith and I drifted a part, and before I knew it, she was gone. Out of the blue, she had left, taking Janie with her for some unknown reason, taking off for parts unknown without so much as a personal farewell. Oh, her lawyers spent plenty of time in conversation with me, but none would tell me where my daughter was. I felt like I would go insane.
All of these things had contributed to a rather negative state of mind, and yet I forced myself to go to work every day, perform my every day tasks. I had child support payments to make, a house to pay for, and tuition for a rather expensive school to put up as I had decided to allow Leigh to stay on. It hadn't been a difficult decision to make—she kept the house clean, was quiet, and pretty much took care of every thing that was needed around the place. I was actually very grateful to her—in those first few months, I probably wouldn't have thought to eat or do laundry myself, to answer mail, or return phone calls. Leigh took care of those things for me.
So it was a rather unpleasant surprise that awaited me last March when I came home and realized my now dependable and cozy existence was being threatened. I had arrived home a few hours earlier than usual, thinking of relaxing out by the pool and watching a game later, when the distinct sound of moaning interrupted my pleasant thoughts. I felt myself blanch as I listened, and the blood rushed to my face as I shook my head, trying to convince myself that there must be some else going on beyond the obvious.
Slowly, I crept up the stairs, my heart racing as I headed towards Leigh's room. My heart nearly stopped again as I saw it cracked open, and I felt myself flush as I took in the sight unfolding before my astonished and horrified eyes.
Leigh was sprawled on her queen-sized bed, the short, pleated skirt of her uniform pushed up above her toned waist and her lean, golden thighs spread wide as the blond boy knelt between them, his face buried in her pussy. The knees socks she wore were still carefully in place, and her feet were still encased in those ridiculous Mary-Jane type shoes that she always wore. The long, silky curtain of hair was free of its respectable braid, fanning over the pillow and framing her pleasure-flushed-face. Her beautiful, perfect mouth was parted in ecstasy as she cried out her pleasure and encouragement.
I felt my cock lengthen and harden painfully in my pants as my hungry eyes examined the pointy brown nipples and the gorgeous body I had scarcely been aware of. Rage filled me as I watched them; I felt betrayed as her small hands pulled him up suddenly, and her legs wrapped around his waist. Pain twisted behind my eyes at the groan that rose from both of them as he sank deep into her and began to thrust.
He muffled her screams of pleasure with his mouth and fucked her viciously, wantonly, and her small hips trembled as she gave it right back. I backed away from the door, unable to watch. Silently, suddenly an intruder in my own home, I crept to my study and closed the door, my heart pounding and my cock aching. The scene felt like it had been burned into my eyes, even when I closed them I saw the boy's cock plunging into my au pair.
I could almost imagine the feeling of her wet pussy...
