Michael Richter sighed as he looked at his watch and realised he was home late, again. Alison would already be out at her fundraising thing, and the babysitter would be dressing their son Jonah, after his bath. He should have left work an hour earlier but the account manager had called him into her office just as he was leaving. Penelope was the best manager he'd ever had, and though she had a reputation for having high expectations, he figured she had every right to: she had built a strong team and worked hard to keep her people happy, knowing how important morale was to a business.
His cock hardened as he thought of ways she could have made him happy that evening if she'd chosen to. She had been dressed in a skirt, and a silk top that had lost the top button sometime during the day. The top of her bra was just visible in her cleavage and he'd had to work hard to concentrate on the figures she was asking him to look over. He had let his hand brush her thigh once or twice as he leant over to point something out, and had noticed an almost imperceptible gasp as her nipples had hardened under her shirt. But Penelope hadn't gotten to where she was by sleeping with anyone, and she wasn't about to start now.
Michael tried to ignore his hard on, after all, he was married anyway, and fucking his boss was just a stupid fantasy that he'd be better off putting out of his mind.
If only he was getting laid that might have been easier to do. As he climbed the stairs into his apartment he tried to remember the last time Alison had sucked his cock. It was definitely before Jonah was born, and Jonah was two. Two years! He stopped, momentarily outraged. Damnit, he practically had a right to an affair after two years of not having his cock sucked!
He fumbled in his pocket for his keys, and shoved his other hand in the other pocket to try to keep his hard on in check; wouldn't be good to scare the babysitter. Melissa was a cute girl, but young and innocent, and she'd freak out if a boner greeted her at the door. He lifted his hand and inserted the key in the lock.
Rebecca was just drying Jonah after his bath when she heard the chink of keys outside the door. Her little sister Melissa was sick, and Bec had offered to take her babysitting job at the last minute.
She'd always had a crush on Mr Richter, ever since she first met him at one of her parents' dinner parties when she was twelve. Seven years later, her little girl crush had developed into a hidden desire to get the man naked. She knew it would probably never happen, but she looked forward to the evening ahead with anticipation nevertheless. Alison had said he'd be working which is why she was there - to keep Jonah out of his way. But even if he was working, there were ways to distract a man.
As the key turned in the lock, she allowed herself a shiver of excited arousal. She'd had plenty of sex, but always with guys her age, and guys her age knew nothing about pleasing a woman. She had lost count of the number of times a guy had told her "I know what I'm doing babe" before plunging his fingers into her pussy as though he was trying to unblock a toilet.
Sex with guys like that ranged from boring to painful, and you could always tell how much porn a guy watched by how hard he tweaked your nipples, scratched at your pussy with rough hands, and kissed you with twelve inches of tongue. Rebecca wanted - needed - a real man, and Mr Richter was definitely that.
Michael shoved open the door to his apartment, noticing with pleasure that dinner smelt amazing. He just had a couple of hours of work to get through, and then he was going to have a glass of whiskey, and try to fuck his wife when she came home. If she let him. His cock went soft at the thought of more disappointment, just in time for the babysitter to walk in. As he poured himself a small glass of wine he called over his shoulder to her.
"I'm home Melissa, is Jonah in bed already or can I go in and say goodnight?"
"You can say goodnight, he was a little difficult in the bath so I only just got him to bed." The voice that answered him wasn't Melissa's. It belonged to someone a little older, a little more womanly. Michael turned around and raised his eyebrows in shock.
"Rebecca? My god, I don't see you for a year and suddenly you're grown up!"
Inwardly he cursed himself, he sounded like a dirty old man. But fuck, it was true. When she had left to live with her father last year she had seemed like a little kid. Now, she was taller, her eyes seemed darker, her hair was longer, and her body had filled out to boast curvy breasts that dipped into a nice waist before fanning out again at her hips and ass. He thought wryly of the hour he had just spent fantasising over his boss in her office; looked like he was now going to have to contend with a nineteen year old hottie in his own home as well. Things were not looking good for his marriage.
Rebecca had been drying her hair with a towel, but as he turned to face her she dropped it and smiled at him.
"Nice to see you again Mr Richter" she said in a throaty voice.
"You too Bec, although I was expecting Melissa. Is she sick or something?" he asked.
As he said it he noticed that her clothes were wet as well as her hair, presumably from wrestling with a lively two year old in the bath. The shape of her breasts stood out under her wet dress, at their peak were two nipples hardened with the cold air against her wet skin. She was wearing a light cotton dress that had been sensibly demure until its attempt at protecting her modesty was undone by the bathwater.
Michael paused and gestured with amusement at her clothes. "Err... you seem to be a little wet."
Bec blushed with embarrassment -- was her desire for him that obvious? She wondered how he knew that there was a heat building between her legs and moistening her panties...but then he gestured at her dress and she realised Jonah had splashed her in the bath and saturated the top part of her dress as well as her hair.
"Oh!" she laughed, relieved but also a little disappointed. "Um, I didn't realise."
Michael noticed that she made no move to cover herself, so he walked to the cupboard beside her and took out one of Alison's evening gowns. "Here" he said "put this on while your clothes dry."
Rebecca took it smiling, and turned to go into the bedroom to get changed, leaving the door just slightly open. Michael resisted the strong impulse to peek through the gap and instead walked past to Jonah's room, to read his son a bedtime story.
"Mr Richter? You fell asleep." Rebecca tapped him on the shoulder and he grunted as he awoke. He was sleeping on the bed next to Jonah's. He looked up at Rebecca's face, trying not to see the breasts that swung just out of reach of his mouth; she was still wearing Alison's gown, and being a lot taller than Alison, she looked a lot sexier in it because it was so short.
Michael rubbed his eyes. "Ugh. Looks like those fairytale stories work on adults too huh," he said with an embarrassed smile.
Rebecca smiled back. "You must be exhausted. Come and have some dinner. Mrs Richter asked me to keep it warm for you."
She turned and swayed out of the room, her hips swishing just enough to flounce the delicate silk of the gown, so that for a moment he almost caught a glimpse of her panties. Assuming she was wearing any.
He followed her into the kitchen and sat at the table while she found the oven mitts, and bent to open the oven. He gasped in shock as she bent... she was naked under that gown! The lips of her pussy practically winked at him, and even from the other side of the table he could tell she was hot for him from the way they were so pink. Suddenly he wondered; was she doing this on purpose?
Rebecca held her breath as she straightened with the dinner plate in her hands. She had heard him gasp when she bent forward and showed him the view from her ass to her pussy, but was that a gasp of pleasure or outrage? She turned slowly to face him, but he was looking down at his phone, texting someone. He hadn't seen! Or had he? Michael glanced up as she put the plate down.
"Sorry, just tidying up some loose ends. Dinner looks great. Have you eaten already?"
Biting back a pun or some sort about wanting to eat him, Rebecca just nodded as she sat down opposite him at the table.
"Do you mind if I have some wine though?" she asked.
Michael shrugged. "Help yourself, but pour me another too."
Rebecca leaned across the table, knowing that her breasts were pushing against the thin fabric of the gown right in front of him. Michael's gaze dipped and he grew hard; this time it wasn't a mistake. She was looking right at him -- she knew what she was doing. He reached for his glass as she sat back down, considering his options while he ate quietly.
Rebecca was frozen in anticipation. She was being so obvious, he must know what was going on. Why was he pretending he hadn't noticed? Maybe he was just buying some time while he figured things out. The suspense was killing her, but he hadn't turned her down yet, and her pussy was throbbing with the need to feel him against her. She sipped her wine, watched him and waited.
Michael had almost finished his dinner. By now his cock was thrusting against his suit pants. She was just sitting there watching him, the picture of calm. Her appearance of supreme confidence was turning him on, and as he looked across at her he finally made his decision.
"That was great," he said, pushing his plate away. "I don't suppose there's any ice cream in the freezer?"
Rebecca stood and turned to the fridge behind her, taking out the container of ice cream that Michael knew full well was in there. She put it on the table and bent forward to open the cupboard that contained the bowls.
"No," said Michael, his voice full of barely contained desire. "I don't need a bowl."
