A Friendly Neighbor — Babysitting Part 2
The next few days the sexual tension between the two of them grew, and became more evident. Amy found opportunities to put her hands on his chest, and graze his arms. Sometimes she would jump on him playfully like one of the girls, other times she would snuggle up to him sensually during a movie. He was no different, his hands eager to paw at her. He would come up behind her to feel the brush of her ass, place his hand on the small of her back. If instigated, it wouldn’t be out of character to pick her up playfully.
Things were working out just fine, the trio of girls were having great time. Amy was tremendous help, and their attraction to one another was building intensity. He struggled with his desire for her, and for the most part was able to put it in the back of his mind. However, at night, as he laid in bed the thoughts of what we wanted to do to her…with her…tortured him. He feared she might be playing a game that she couldn’t finish. Perhaps she was thinking “He’s not that much older than me, I’ve had plenty of sexual experiences, I can handle him”. He laid in bed thinking of her accosted face after that first hard spank. He dwelled over her appalled reaction after his first series of hard thrusts down her throat. He wondered if she would pull back from him if he grabbed her by the hair and thumbed her ass while whispering dirty thoughts into her ear. Each morning he managed to wash away these thoughts in the shower, and head to office with vigor. He was a man of focus, and his work was truly the realm he loved to be in.
Something had come up at work, it was going to need to be handled quickly. He was going to need a compile a innovative suppler agreement for the new year by the upcoming weekend. In essence, it was a sales pitch more than anything. He was going to need Amy’s help with the girls, and she as more than welcoming to accommodate. She proved more help than expected over the next few nights. Amy was a two year attorney at small firm; she knew what clauses large corporations wanted to see in agreements. Instead of normally changing clothes before coming over to assist with babysitting, he got to see Amy in her work attire. Long tight fitting skirts, and professional blouses gave her a more mature look, but she couldn’t hide her flirty grin from him. It was a nice change of pace for both of them, working on something together as opposed to keeping the young girls under control.
The morning of the presentation, Amy came over early to prep and take the girls to school. She had just finished making the coffee and was about to wake the girls up when he walked down stairs. It was at the moment that it occurred to her she had never seen him in anything other than boots, jeans, and a button-up shirt. This was a suit, and most certainly not an old man’s suit. Dark blue, crisp, and clearly tailored. A simple two button, cut cleanly from the shoulders all the way down to the carmel Allen Edmonds. Although classic and simple, every detail was specifically chosen, right down to the custom, heavily textured, ebony white shirt underneath. He was as calm as she’d ever seen him, but cold, clearly wrapped up in the day in front him. He grabbed a cup of coffee as Amy wished him good luck, and headed out the door.
Amy was worried for him throughout the day. She also started to think about what would happen when the girls left. After a few hours she had pressured herself into making a move on him while there was still obvious opportunities. By late that Friday afternoon, Amy got a text from him “Deal done.“ She was so excited, she couldn’t wait to see him that evening.
After a few beers with the crew, he strolled home in the same condition he left; albeit with one more button undone on his shirt. Walking up to he door he didn’t hear any noises in the house, and many of the lights were off. Placing the bag on the floor in the foyer he walked into the kitchen to find Amy on the kitchen island. Amy sat there in a black and white plaid mini skirt, white blouse, and her legs crossed. She was stunningly filthy. Her pretty face paired with an inviting sex toy charm was exhilarating. He continued walking towards her, slowing his pace as he took in the view. She purposefully clacked her tall black heels together when she told him “Welcome home”.
He knew, without a doubt, this was happening. He wanted all of this, and had completely forgotten any qualms that had gone through his mind. Walking tall, he approached her straight on and asked “Where are the girls?“ She smiled, as if she had a secret to tell. “I took them over at the Johnson’s house, they are having a slumber party tonight.”. He placed his hand on her thighs and spread them open, looking her in the eyes despite wanting to see exactly what was underneath that skirt. “I see” he said. He didn’t feel like playing much more games than these few words. He was become increasingly self aware that it had been far too long since his cock was pleasured, and these days with the girls had built up a level of frustration that needed to be released. Pushing his hands up her thighs, he reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her firmly against him. Without even thinking, his hand was firmly around her neck as they first kissed. It was kiss that both of them had been waiting so eager for. Her lips were soft, and her breath immediately short and hot. Her mouth spontaneously open as she delved her hands into his jacket and grabbed at his chest. He felt massive compared to hear, especially while she was sitting. They continued to make out while their hands clawed at each other. His hand stayed firm on her neck as he kissed her shoulders and behind her ears. At this point she whispered into his ear “I want to feel you in the back of my throat”. He whispered back “I want you to touch yourself while you do it”.
She slid off the counter and scampered to squatting position. Her back leaned against the kitchen island as unzipped his slacks with her legs spread open. He looked own on her, as if to tell her to get started. As she slid her hand into her black lace panties, he pulled out his thick, flush cock. It hung there, pulsing, nearly one inch from her face. She grabbed it with her free hand and rubbed it on her face, breathing out in blissful relief that the time had finally come. You could tell her playful hand was moving slow and hard on her slit, and theme she continued when she placed his shaft in her mouth. She didn’t tease it, she slowly swallowed him until his fat tip hit the back of her throat. This went on for a couple of minutes, taking him long and slow with a wiggly tongue. Testing the waters, he grabbed her hair and pulled his cock out, with just the tip resting on her lips. Slowly, he plunged back in and down her throat, holding it there… He watched as her hand in her panties rapidly attacked her lips until she gagged. He pulled out, let her take a breath and then shoved himself back into her. This continued until she was starting to become a mess, he could tell she was getting near her breaking point as her fingers began to delve into her warm cunt. She needed more.
He pulled her up from the floor, kissed her with open mouth, cleaning up the saliva mess from the throat fucking. Her legs were tired from squating, he picked her up into his arms. She couldn’t help but run both her hands through his long thick hair and kiss him harder. She felt like his filthy princess in his grasp. Slowly walking to the couch, he placed her down and rolled her. She breathed out as she looked at the other side of the couch, waiting for him to mount her. SPANK!
“Oh my fucking God!” she thought to herself. She breathed out deeply, bit her lip, and felt her cunt soak and bloom open. He waited a moment, she spread her legs and perked herself up right before — SPANK! He walloped her other cheek even harder. This went on for a few minutes until he began to play with her little slit in between intervals. Fingering her open for the eventual entrance of his thick rod. She was so worked up, he realized she wasn’t far from climax. He got up behind her and slapped her clit with his cock as if he was going to mount her. Instead, he stopped teasing and shoved two fingers into her welcome slit. Gliding them in and out, he grabbed her with his other hand by the hair. Pull her head up, he whispered… “I want you to cum for me”. This was just the instruction she needed, as if politeness had somewhat restricted her from cumming so soon in the evening. He stroked her in and out until it was time to finish her off; he rapidly flicked his fingers upward while holding his palm on her clit until she made a sopping mess. He bit her shoulder hard as she came, only to say afterwards “Just what I wanted”.
She got up quickly, and stood in front of him as he sat on the couch. She could see the precum oozing from his tip. As he through his jacket off, unbuttoned his shirt, and shed his pants, she dropped her skirt and threw her blouse to the floor. Underneath all that was even more surprises, a full ensemble of black straps connecting her bra to her panties. With one hand on his cock, he admired everything she had to offer. Her breasts were larger than expected, deliciously placed in a bra slightly too small. Her thighs matched her ass, thick and powerful. She quickly bent over to lube his shaft with her throat and then mounted him. She plunged down onto him. “Holy fuck” They both thought. Finally the moment had come. Her warm pussy had be well worked and was ready for him. She rocked up and down, massaging his pulsing shaft from base to tip. As it stretched her she imagined how her cunt was stroking that one big vein down the middle of his cock. Her ass and thighs pronounced themselves on him as she slammed down him.
Soon the frustration came to a boiling for him. He needed to let himself loose on her little beautiful frame. He grabbed her throat with hands, nearly pulling her off of his cock and began to relentlessly thrust upward. His balls swayed up in the air and slapped down on the couch with every thrust. She was loosing control, her legs began to shake and he was showing no signs of stopping. Quickly, he pulled her off of him and threw her sideways on the couch. In no time, he had two hands wrapped around her hair and his cock back in her. He was stretching her little hole and grinding right on her spot….she couldnt help it. She reached one hand back and began to play with her clit. He was enjoying her tight hole so much, he never noticed. He wanted her to feel his full weight as he pumped her, pulling her back into him by her hair. Then it started to happen, she could feel herself cumming again. She furiously rubbed her clit, building it up but holding back. SPANK! “Cum all over my cock, my pretty filthy girl” He ordered.
“Holy fuck” was the only thought she could think of before she started shaking in orgasm on him. He never stopped, but he was ready to unload himself. She pulled herself together and started to push back on his cock, she could feel he was nearly there. She wanted him to cum, she didn’t know exactly what she could do from this position. She did the only thing she could think of, she whispered simply “Cum however, whenever, wherever you want, pleasssssee”. That’s all he needed. He slammed into her cervix, pulled out fast, and thrust just the tip of his cock into her ass. Grabbing her hand and putting it on his cock, she literally felt him stroke every last drop into her. His hot, thick, sticky load exploded into her and never seemed to stop.
After a few moments of waiting to catch their breaths, they ordered a pizza and enjoyed a bottle of wine. He wasn’t done for the night and nether was she.
