Amber The Babysitter Pt 02

Amber the babysitter 2

I awoke the next morning feeling like I had a hangover. I hadn't been up that late in months and I surely hadn't been fingered that long by a female in years, so my pussy was a bit sore. I felt horrible. I really did. I felt as if I had taken advantage of someone who was going through some rough changes and had let my hormones and passions get the better of me. Like I was "thinking with the wrong head." The problem was I didn't have that second head like men do, I had a wide, wet, playful pussy that needed attention, just like Amber's needed attention.

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to text her. To say good morning, to have her come over so we could talk without being sexually charged, to end this immediately, and never hire her or speak with her again. But truthfully, I would miss her. I had grown accustomed to hearing from her, even when she wasn't sitting for us, and I would miss our talks on the days she did. So many feelings, thoughts, and emotions were running through me, that I couldn't even get my coffee made before the hustle and bustle of children filled the house.

It wasn't long into the morning when my phone chimed. I was excited to hear it go off, but I was fearful it was Amber. I almost grimaced as I picked it up to see who had texted and sure enough it was Amber. Her message read; "Good Morning. I hope you slept well. I know I did. Don't worry about last night, whatever happens between us, stays with us. I promise." As much of a relief as it was reading that, I wasn't so sure I believed it.

Days went by without too much conversation with her. I was fighting battles with myself throughout that time. On one side I thought to myself, she is a 21-year-old woman who knows what she wants. I am not her family or an employer as if we worked in an office together, so it would be okay if she wanted to experiment with me, maybe develop something ongoing. But on the other side of that token was that she was a 21-year-old woman with minimal "adult" life experiences, whom I had hired as a babysitter. She knew my kids and other moms in the area. I wasn't sure I was ready to take on the emotional attachment she may develop, because she was so young and new to dating women. Or at least being in some form of a lesbian relationship. It was all so troubling.

I will admit that the night we shared was sexy. It was fun. It was stimulating to have someone as young and sexy as her confess her feelings to me and then push me to move forward. It was a big ego boost for me. I mean... I looked back and thought about how I pursued Mary, and how I pushed for us to go further. I had always wanted Jane and did whatever it took for her to throw her attention my way. So, what is the difference now? Outside of the fact that she was pushing for my attention, my love, and my experience? Right?

It wasn't sleeping with her that concerned me. I would have entertained the notion of a lesbian relationship again with anyone I felt a connection and attraction to. It was because it was close to home. It was someone a lot of local people knew and if it were to develop to the point that we came out as lovers, I didn't want the evil eye and judgment from people, who could care less, that I was eating pussy, but would care that I was eating her pussy.

That Friday afternoon, I texted Amber to see if we could meet. I truly wanted to discuss what had happened and see if we could part ways without this going further. I felt it was the right thing to do. Amber replied letting me know she was working a partial shift at Walmart and would be off about 8:00 P.M. I asked her if I could meet her in the parking lot to talk and she agreed.

I dropped the kids off at my parents for dinner, got myself situated, and rehearsed my speech to her, repeating it aloud so I had it prepared to let her go gently and break free from anything physical anymore. I parked my car in the far back corner of the lot, texted her where I was in the lot, and waited for her to come out.

I saw her as she started walking across the parking lot. She wore white ankle socks, white gym shoes, black spandex pants, and a free-flowing pullover shirt under her blue Walmart employee vest. When she spotted my car, she B-lined towards it with great pace. I watched her walk past the hood and to my passenger door and as much as I knew I was there to end this physical aspect; I was overly excited seeing her coming

When Amber opened the door and climbed in, she didn't sit down, like most people would. As soon as she shut the door, she got onto her knees, leaned over my armrest, and kissed me deeply and passionately. I was surprised she had leaned right in and kissed me, instead of just saying hello and then maybe leaning over to kiss me. When she finally broke from our kiss, she stopped face-to-face with me, smiled, and said, "Hi. I missed you."

I had to be polite and told her I had missed her too.

"What's up?" She asked, knowing I had asked her to meet me.

I fumbled with my words but started to spit out my rehearsed speech when I could see the defeating look in Amber's eyes. I didn't want to break her heart and, in some ways, I wished I felt better about this situation, but I wanted her to know all of my concerns about this going further. When I had dribbled out the last bit of my fast-paced, nervous rantings, Amber smiled at me and said she understood. She sat quietly for a few seconds. When she spoke aloud, she listed her reasons for us to continue, she told me that she was grown, she knew what she was doing and what she would be getting into. She promised me that she wasn't there to get me in trouble or expose us to the world. She felt she needed to be with me and experience something she had desired for a while.

I heard every word clearly and understood where she stood, but I was still very concerned about things between us. I could tell she was unhappy and very disappointed, so I leaned over and put my arm around her neck, pulling her into me for a long supportive hug. Amber's head lay across my inner shoulder just over my right tit. Her fingers lightly rubbed over the top of my left hand and she was whispering how much she knew had come to believe she was a lesbian. How much she adored me and how much she wished girls her age were just as mature and understanding as I was. Recanting how much fun and excitement she had last weekend with me. How she was so nervous and shy, but wanted so much more.

While listening to her talk aloud, I felt she understood my thought process and accepted my concerns. She understood that I believed that she needed to find someone her age and develop that lust with them. That I didn't want the whole neighborhood didn't need to know we were sleeping together. That she wouldn't be able to be with me when she wanted because of the kids. That she couldn't just come to sleep over or go on weekends away because there would be no babysitter.

However, as fast as she acknowledged my concerns, she also spoke aloud about what she wanted, what she desired, and what she felt might come of this. She told me she wanted this; that she wanted us because I had experience. I wasn't afraid of being involved, unlike the girls her age. That she needed someone like me to guide her, to let her become who she was going to be. To teach her how to be a woman and be with a woman. She spoke out several times about how much she had fallen for me and never had an attraction to boys or girls, the way she felt for me.

Feeling her warmth while holding her, smelling the last bit of her lovely perfume, and just being alone with her in my car, made me realize that maybe, as much as I was denying it, perhaps I had fallen for her too. Maybe I was all wrong. Perhaps she was right in needing someone like me to teach her what it was like to be in love with a woman. To feel that passion and desire with a woman. Maybe I did need her love and attention, just as much as she needed mine.

Amber lifted her head and looked at me deeply in my eyes. We just sat silent for a while, the ambient noise of the parking lot and flowing traffic the only sounds filling the space. "I am in love with you." She spoke out. "I know that seems deep, without us ever being together. I don't want to lose this chance. I have felt this way for a long time." She furthered.

"I know you are older, have kids, and have a different life than I do, but I need you. I need you in my life." She whispered out.

I got choked up. My heart melted hearing those words, because strangely enough, I never heard them from Mary, even though we dated for almost a year. I surely never heard them from Jane. Even more strikingly, it's how I felt about Mary. It was similar to things I had said to her while trying to get us to move forward together. But yet, never heard those words back.

I couldn't even begin to tell you why I needed those words back then. Or why I needed someone to show me that kind of love. Why I ever wanted to date a woman? Why I even thought about having a relationship with someone who had the same equipment I did. Why I felt I needed to have a lesbian lover. Why I had that urge to come out and say "My girlfriend." Maybe it was the lack of love in my marriage. The way it ended. The lack of sex, hunger, drive, sexuality, passion, and desire, which had left our house, long before he ever did. Maybe I was a lesbian all along and just never knew it. But, when I needed those words, those feelings, and those emotions back then from the woman I was in love with, I never got them.

All I knew at that moment was that this sweet, young, innocent beautiful woman, who was resting in my arms, had more courage, more sense, and more honesty, than the woman I slept with for months, who couldn't come out to anyone. Yet, was licking my pussy as much as I licked her. I hadn't even dated Amber; we had one night together a week ago. And now as we sat in this parking lot, holding one another, she was the one who needed me and needed my attention. Which was way more than I had received from the previous two I had.

My heart was thumping, as much as every bit of me inside thought, leave this alone. The other half of me was screaming to finally become who I felt I was becoming so many years ago, a full-blown lesbian. The thoughts that had been hindered, or even repressed for so many years, even while dating Chuck, were ringing loudly like a church bell on Sunday mornings. Maybe I should just accept where I was. Maybe I should just accept that even though I knew I was Bi-Sexual, it was time to change sides for good. Perhaps it was destiny, and possibly I needed someone like Amber to bring me back. To show me, as much as I could show her.

Somewhere inside of me, the thoughts of seducing her, making love to her, and having our naked bodies deep under my warm covers, became overwhelming. She was opening doors; that I believed were long closed. It hit me hard. I was falling for her too. I loved our chats; I loved seeing her. I loved it when I got home from going out and she was there and we'd sit for hours talking. I loved getting random texts from her, or surprise news about her life. All those times we just sat and exposed ourselves as our friendship was developing. I was into her; I just hadn't realized it until now.

I felt a fire brewing inside me I hadn't in a long time. It wasn't some wild lust. It was the passion of being with, and perhaps having the opportunity to fall in love with a woman. I didn't care that she had a pussy, or was inexperienced. That was a bonus. I could teach her everything she needed to know. There was no doubt, that I had been seeking love since before my marriage, and even though I had been in love with two different men and one woman, I was now beginning to turn my focus on her.

I leaned down and kissed Amber deeply. As our tongues swirled around each other's mouths, I felt the tears that had welled up in her eyes hitting the sides of my cheek. I knew this was for real. That she was in love with me and wanted us to develop a relationship. The more we kissed, the more she edged in closer pressing her body into mine, the more I felt my heart filling with life and my stomach filling with butterflies. The more we kissed and the more we held each other tighter, the more I felt this was a chance for us to become something further than just some intimate playtime lovers. This was a chance for me to experience lesbian love like I had always wanted.

My thoughts were deep and emotional. I was still so concerned about her age and our connection. But I was cautiously willing to take the chance. To finally hear a female tell me she loved me and wanted to be with me was something I longed for since Mary. To build something more than sexual lust was beyond desirable. I knew our age difference, may make things conflicting at times, but I also felt she was being truthful and honest about how she felt.

As my thoughts deepened and my lust grew, Amber pulled my shirt from inside the waistline of my jeans and slid her hand up and under my shirt. She grabbed a firm hold of my left tit over my bra, pushing it into my chest. She kissed me harder and deeper than she ever had before and I felt her fears and concerns about being with a woman were subsiding. Amber let go briefly, spun her hand sideways, and slid her palm into my bra cup putting her warm hand on my bare skin. She tweaked my nipple making it hard and moaned lightly as she played with my tit. I was so turned on and so aroused that I felt my pussy start tingling.

She pulled my bra cups down and was going back and forth between both tits, caressing me, and turning me on. My pussy and my ass were already throbbing to be licked, fingered, and penetrated to orgasm. Amber's legs spread wide open and in my heated rush, I slipped my hand right in between her legs feeling her tight little pussy deep inside her yoga pants. I didn't want to see her upset. I wanted her to be happy. As much as I was trying to be reserved and slow, I wanted her pussy in my hand. I wanted her mouth all over mine. I wanted us to be alone, somewhere other than my car, slowly undressing, making love, and cumming all over each other.

Boldly, Amber lifted her hips and slid her yoga pants down to her ankles, spreading her legs open. My hand continued sliding up and down over her panties, while she moaned through our kiss. I pulled from our kiss, grabbed her by the chin, looked at her deeply in her eyes, and bluntly said; "Are you sure you want to do this? Lesbian sex is way different than a man. I could show you everything, but you need to go all the way often, and listen to what I tell you."

Amber shook her head up and down mouthing the words, "Yes. I'm ready for anything you can show me."

"Okay," was my reply.

With that, I looked around to make sure no one was around us and I pulled down my jeans, kicking one leg off and spreading my legs wide open. Amber's hand slid right in between my legs before I even got my pants all the way off. As I returned to kissing her, my hand returned to gliding over her panties, and we both sat in my car with our legs spread, our pants down and our hands wandering over each other's pussies. When I felt she was ready, I lifted her tight panties away from her skin and slid my hand down inside of them. She spread her legs even further allowing me better access as I rubbed over her sweet, lightly wet pussy. Amber took a few minutes but eventually slid her hand down into my panties as we continued this absolute barrage of lesbian lust in the front seat of my car, just as the sun was starting to set.

I fingered her vigorously until she came back-to-back, and she fingered me until I exploded all over her fingers. I pulled my panties down, sat back in my seat, and started rubbing my clit and over my lips, as she watched intently. "Do the same," I spoke to her as she looked into my eyes.

Amber gazed around the parking lot to double-check check no one was coming by, lifted her hips, slid her panties down, and spread her legs wide open. She licked the tips of her fingers before she slid them down between her legs. I watched her as she rubbed her clit hard, while she was watching me rub mine. Her pussy was sexy. It was thin, tight, waxed and so pretty.

"You want this pussy, don't ya? I asked her, as I watched her rubbing herself.

"Yes." She replied.

"Do you want to eat my pussy?" I asked.

"Yes," she moaned out overly excited as I knew she was coming closer to orgasm.

"You want me to eat your pussy?" I asked her as my fingers were buried deep within myself.

"Yes!" She chirped out loudly.

"Then cum for mommy," I grumbled out as we both masturbated in my car.

"Cum for me baby, and the next time we are alone, I will eat your pussy. And then you can eat mine.

Amber started chirping and squealing as her finger entered inside of her. She was pumping herself hard, watching me fingering myself just as hard, loving every moment.

Finally, in her little stifled, high-pitched shriek, she exploded into orgasm, just as I was getting close to mine. I couldn't stop my fingers from ramming in and out of my pussy hard, while I was watching her fingers ramming in and out of her. Seeing her muscles clench, her body shaking while hearing her little muffled orgasm as she let go of number three.

"Let me taste your fingers," I spoke out, as she withdrew them and brought them to my mouth. I licked and sucked her fingers as they danced around my lips and slid across my tongue.

I came hard while her fingers were in my mouth, so I slid my fingers into her mouth and made her suck mine so she could taste mine and get to know what pussy tastes like, so the next time, she'd be ready.

Amber just about came over the armrest putting her body on top of mine, kissing me deeply. She whispered through our kiss, "That was amazing." And continued kissing me deeply. Her bare ass stuck up in clear view to anyone walking by, as we both embraced deeply.

I was now on a mission. I had given up the concerns of dating someone younger than me and I was bound and determined to make her the best lesbian I could. To have the hottest lesbian sex, and make sure she knew she was going to eat pussy for the rest of her life. And perhaps I would be eating pussy for the rest of mine.

As she pulled away and laid her head on my chest, just letting us both catch our breaths and calm down, I spoke out to her; "If you want, I can make arrangements for the kids to be by their dads next weekend. Perhaps we could go out for a nice dinner, some wine after and you can spend the night."

Amber lifted her head, her eyes as wide as if it was Christmas morning. "Really? She asked.

"Yes, baby," I replied. "It is his weekend coming up. So, you want to do that?"

"Yes." She replied loudly. "Yes, Yes, Yes!!!!" She added.

Amber and I stayed in the car for about another half hour just cuddling and kissing. Thank God no one was parked near us or the police didn't roll through the lot to find us half-naked inside my car. When we finally got dressed and she was getting ready to leave she spoke out to me "So I guess I don't have to worry about you ending this? We are okay with trying this?"

"Yes, sweetheart." Was my answer. "We will try, but we need to keep it quiet for a while, just to make sure it ends up where we want it."

Amber smiled and said, "Deal."

She exited my car and I watched her walk across the lot to her car before I pulled away. Something inside me was still leery, but I must tell you the passion from that girl was intense. Her love and her honesty made me want this. So, I decided to see where it would go. The next weekend, Amber did spend the night and she did eat my pussy, just as I ate hers. We had sex several times throughout the night and I think she finally knew where she should be in terms of a dating relationship, or at least what sex she wanted to date. As for me, I got pulled back into the hottest, most erotic, most enduring lesbian relationship of my life.