Susan had been babysitting the Johnson kids since she was 14. It was a great job. The Johnsons liked to go out regularly so that meant Susan had steady work and she'd gotten to know them well over the years.
As an 18-year old, Susan had already had a couple of boyfriends, and she'd even let the last one go all the way with her a couple of times. She had been really curious about sex but she found that it hadn't lived up to her fantasies. Susan masturbated regularly so she knew how to have an orgasm but so far hadn't been able to have one with her boyfriend. Now that she'd broken up with him, she had more time to babysit the Johnson kids again. A chance to make more money was good because she was saving up to buy her first car.
Mrs. Johnson picked Susan up at 6. When they got to the house, she asked Susan to clean up the kids' supper while she went upstairs to finish getting ready.
While Susan leaned over the sink rinsing off the dishes, Mr. Johnson came into the kitchen. He greeted her warmly and made small talk about school and the weather. She looked up at him and realized for the first time what nice blue eyes Mr. Johnson had. When he smiled, she noticed that he had a mischievous twinkle in those eyes - like he knew something fun and a little bit naughty that nobody else knew. Susan realized she was staring and that Mr. Johnson had caught her staring. Embarrassed, she quickly turned her eyes back to the dishes as she felt herself blush. She suddenly felt like perhaps the skirt she'd chosen to wear tonight was just a little too short.
Mr. Johnson came over next to her and Susan wondered why he was getting so close. Was he going to tease her about staring at him a moment ago? She felt his hand brush across her ass and she jumped but then realized he was just reaching into the upper cabinet next to her for a glass. Now she felt silly. Of course he wasn't trying to touch her ass, he needed a glass and she was in the way. Mr. Johnson was old enough to be her father and she'd known him for years. Susan was really embarrassed now and trying to hide the fact that her face was beet red.
Shortly Mrs. Johnson came down and Susan was relieved that they were leaving because she was so embarrassed about her behavior in the kitchen.
Susan got the kids in bed and sat down on the couch to read for school. She kept thinking back to Mr. Johnson and couldn't focus on the pages in front of her. She drifted off to sleep.
She awoke to her name being softly whispered in her ear. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw Mr. Johnson's face very close to her own. Smiling. That mischievous twinkle again. She realized that while she was asleep her skirt had worked itself up high on her thighs. More importantly, she realized Mr. Johnson's hand was resting on one of those thighs.
Susan tried to sit up and reached to pull her skirt down but Mr. Johnson took her hand and stopped her.
"Now why would you want to cover up those lovely legs, Susan?"
Susan's eyes got wide. "Um, Mr. Johnson, where's Mrs. Johnson?"
"She had a headache and she went straight up to bed. I said I would wake you up and make sure you got home OK."
"OK, well, I'm sorry I fell asleep. I'll just get my schoolbooks together and then you can take me home," she said.
"Susan, there's no need to be in such a rush." She felt his hand gently stroking her thigh.
"Mr. Johnson, I'm not really comfortable with this. Can you take me home now?" Susan asked.
"Now Susan. I saw the way you looked at me earlier. And that skirt you wore tonight is quite short, isn't it? And one other thing. Last month I saw you and that boyfriend of yours parked at the mall. And I saw what you were doing with him in his car. So don't pretend that you are innocent, because I know you aren't."
Susan blushed and looked down. "Mr. Johnson, he's the only boy I've been with, really, and um, you're old enough to be my father, and..."
Mr. Johnson interrupted, "Susan, do your parents know you've been having sex?"
"No, Sir."
"Do you want me to tell them?"
"No, Sir."
"Okay then. I'm going to show you how a man, not a boy, takes care of a young woman's needs tonight. And if you cooperate, I won't tell your parents that you've been having sex. Deal?"
Susan thought about her options. She decided she didn't really have any. She knew her strict parents would lose it and she'd be grounded for the rest of her life if they knew she was having sex.
"Yes, Mr. Johnson, we have a deal."
"Good Susan. I promise you won't regret it."
"Mr. Johnson, what about Mrs. Johnson?"
"She had a bit too much to drink tonight. She won't wake up, trust me." He leaned in and softly kissed her lips. She could taste mint and a hint of the White Russians he'd been drinking. She was surprised by his kisses. They weren't at all like the ones from her boyfriends. Mr. Johnson's kisses were sensual, confident. She felt his tongue enter her mouth and it made her pussy start to tingle.
His hand began to wander now from the outside of her thighs to the inside. Gently, he started to push against her thighs to spread them apart so his hand could climb further up. Susan let her legs fall open and his fingers reached her slit and started to lightly stroke along the length of it.
"Susan, you're already wet my dear." Susan blushed and he said "don't be embarrassed, that's a good thing. It tells me you are enjoying this, too."
He pulled his hand away from her slit and put his fingers up to her mouth. She looked at him, confused. "Open your mouth and lick your juices from my fingers." She wrinkled her nose and he said "don't worry, you'll learn to like it. Now do as I say." Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and licked his fingers clean.
Now he took her hand and guided it down between his legs. She could feel his hard cock underneath his shorts and realized he felt bigger than her boyfriend. She wondered how that would feel. He pulled the waistband of his shorts down so she could see and touch his cock. She assumed he wanted to her to stroke it like her boyfriend always did, so she placed her hand around it and started to stroke up and down but he stopped her.
"Get undressed for me," he said.
"Everything?" she asked. When she and her boyfriend had sex it was always in a car with just her skirt pulled up. She'd never actually been naked in front of a man before.
"Yes. Everything."
