Thanks to Stepdaddy for the inspiration for this story.
It was a typical Saturday night out, an adult night with no kids. Our usual babysitter, Ariel, was up when we got home. Most nights out it was me who released all of the work week tension and would be too drunk to drive. But tonight, I was the sober one, the designated driver. Normally, I was the one staggering upstairs laughing. My better half staggered off to bed leaving me to drive Ariel home.
I walked her out to the car, my car, my mid-life crisis car as my family called it. The sporty little convertible I handled like a crazed NASCAR driver. “Oh, Cool,” gushed Ariel. “I love this car. Can we put the top down?” she asked.
It was summer and still warm even late in the evening like this. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?”
I started the car, the big engine growling so that you could feel the trembling right through the seats and into your crotch. I wondered if little Ariel was feeling it too. I opened the top, the sky filled with diamonds. “Can I turn on the radio,” she asked.
“Sure, why not?” I answered. She giggled at my response this time and turned it to some bubble gum rock channel. Justin came out of the speakers. ‘Good Lord,’ I thought, ‘not that little creep.’ But it was what she wanted and I was happy to see her smile.
I looked at lovely little Ariel, her pubescent good looks all in little girl pink and white driving me to distraction as I pulled away. This would probably be my one and only chance to be alone like this with Ariel. I was horney and this teen sex muffin was exciting me like crazy as I watched her bopping to the driving bass of the song which I could feel as well. My belly had butterflies and I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I contemplated seducing Ariel. I knew I would never have another chance to get her alone like this. One time. It must be fate’s decree that I have her tonight. What would she do? Oh, Lordy, I wanted her so much… And yet, the thought of what could happen if she freaked out buzzed around my head. I knew what I should do; drive her straight home and forget my wild passion, a passion that society says is wrong but in my heart it didn’t feel wrong. It felt so right. I and the car throbbed with the engine and the music. Did Ariel feel it too?
I looked over to see her cute face illuminated by a passing streetlight. That was the moment, the exact moment I threw caution to the wind and knew I was going to seduce little Ariel. I was too far gone in my desire I didn’t even consider she might say no. I was going to fuck Ariel.
Turning left instead of right we were soon out at the point by the lake, the moon illuminating the scene for us. I slowed and pulled over to the side of the road, parking in lover's lane. We were alone together. I turned down the music but the throbbing continued. Ariel’s response surprised me. She smiled. Did she feel it too? I had been thinking of all the reasons to convince her why we stopped out here. But she didn’t ask. She knew why I had driven her out to this lonely lovely place. She looked around and unstrapped her seatbelt.
“Ariel,” I started but couldn’t find the right words. "Do you like the lake?" I asked just to say something, feeling a little stupid for my inane question, the pressure building inside me was ready to erupt.
"Sure, why not?" she said in an ironic tone. She was playing with me. So much for her innocence. Not only did she not ask why we were here, she knew why I had driven us here and she was turning the tables - the nymph was playing with me. She looked at the back deck of the car. “Can I?”
I would have agreed to anything she asked right then, so I nodded. Flipping off her sweattop she threw it down as a seat and climbed onto the back, looking out at the lake. I got out watched her settle down like a fairytale princess on her throne, looking out over her night shrouded domain. Or perhaps she was Juliet, the big flat back deck serving for her bed, as Romeo climbed up to her balcony. Her pink bra the only thing above her waist as she clasped her arms around her legs, her bright pink tights stretched tight over her cute little ass and the crevice between. She held my eye as she flashed me, smiling that seductive smile, all laid out and ready to be ravished. 'Come, come get me,' her body cried out, 'Ravish me.' She smiled at the lust she could see on my face.
My eyes were locked on that heavenly portal between her thighs way too long. As I looked up she was smiling, now a gentle knowing smile. She let her legs fall apart, inviting. 'Come,' she was saying, 'come bury your face in these pink panties and the pink loveliness under them.' Her pink sexiness drew me towards her. I was standing next to the car, her legs spread open, tempting me. I put a hand on her thigh letting it slide up towards her pussy and looked down as I asked, “Can I?”
Ariel reached up and pulled down her pink bra exposing her hard little nipples to the air and to my eyes. Then she laid back on the rear deck of the car and pushed down her pink tights. I was going crazy as she looked up at me, “Sure, Mrs. O’Hara,” she said with a giggle, “why not?”
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