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 Babysitter
   by Nysidra
   Erotica (Mf)
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   "Clara ...  Clara." Darren shook the shoulder of his babysitter.
   Clara opened her eyes and half sat up with a puzzled look on her face.
"Sorry." She rubbed her eyes with her fists.  "I fell asleep watching," She
paused in rubbing her eyes and held her breath.  She lowered her hand and
glanced to the dark television screen.  Had he seen what she'd been
watching?  "Um, what time is it?"
   "A little after nine." Darren sat on the edge of his bed.  "How's
Nathan?"
   "Great as usual.  He watched a movie with me in your room until he fell
asleep then I carried him to bed."
   "Not the movie you were watching earlier, I hope."
   Clara came fully awake then.  She shook her head vigorously.  "No, sir!
I promise it was rated G.  I put the other one on after."
   "Calm down." His brilliant grin made her stomach do flips.  "It's all
right.  Curiosity is only natural.  Just do me a favor and don't mention my
movie collection to anyone else?"
   "Yes, sir.  I'm so sorry, Darren.  I won't; I haven't."
   "Oh?  Haven't?  Have you been working your way through my collection?"
   Her face turned a deeper shade of red.  That was exactly what she'd been
doing.  "Yes," she mumbled.
   "Jeez, Clara.  Just teasing you.  I don't mind."
   She offered a laugh, but it sounded nervous and strained.  She cast
another glance to the cabinet he kept his DVDs in.  "Do you like all that
stuff?" She whispered.
   "It depends.  Some things are more fun to watch than to do.  Is there
something in particular you're curious about?"
   She grinned.  Her cheeks reddened as she considered all the things she
had in mind.  "Um, what about," She took a breath for courage and forged
ahead.  "What about licking a woman between her legs?  Do guys really do
that?"
   "I can't answer for other guys, Clara, but I love doing that."
   Clara gasped and her eyes opened to their widest point.  Did he really
just say that?  It made her thoughts of him going between her thighs all
the more potent.  "I guess you like when a woman takes you in her mouth
too, huh?"
   "Absolutely.  You know what's even better?  Doing both at the same
time."
   She shut her open mouth when she realized what kind of picture it
presented.  "Why aren't you acting all weird and shy?"
   Darren laughed, but then cast a glance to his bedroom door.  "I'm not
weird or shy.  I think a beautiful woman in my bed watching my porn
deserves honest answers.  You ask me a question and I'll answer you. 
That's called respect.  Also, it's better that you ask someone who has
enough experience to know the truth."
   Clara nodded and smoothed her hand down her yoga pants.  "I guess you
want me to get ready to go?  You said you would be back late, so," She bit
down on her lip to halt the urge to babble.
   "Yeah, well, the night didn't work out like I wanted."
   "Bad date?"
   "Pretty much.  It happens."
   He didn't say anything about her leaving and she was hesitant to ask
again.  "Would you kiss me?" She murmured.
   "Have you been in my liquor too?"
   She shook her head, but kept staring down into her lap.
   "Just checking." He lay down on his back and folded his hands behind his
head.  "You may kiss me."
   Clara could only look at him.  Her expression said, are you serious?
   "Come on then, get it out of your system." Darren lay there and waiting
for her to lose her nerve.  The bed shifted and her warm, soft lips pressed
to his own for several seconds.  When he thought she would end it there and
pull away, but she lightly pulled on his lips, licked and teased until he
opened to her.  The moment her tongue slipped into his mouth he engaged her
in a full kiss.
   He brought his hand down and around her back.  His other hand rubbed the
back of her thigh.  She lay on top of him, her hips ground down onto him.
She had a small, soft, hot little body and for a moment, it was all over
him.
   After a long make out session, she pulled back, breathing heavy and face
flushed.
   "I've wanted to do that for so long," she said.
   "You're a much better kisser than I expected."
   She winked.  "I've had a lot of practice."
   "Oh?  What else have you had practice doing?"
   "Would you like to find out, Mr.  Reynolds?" She leaned back down onto
him and kissed him again.  This time her kiss was hungrier, her touch
heavier, the moans in the back of her throat, deeper.  Her legs parted and
he felt her heat through his pants.
   She sat back and reached for the buttons of his shirt, but paused and
cast a wary eye to him.
   Darren winked at her.  "I'm not animal, Clara.  You started this.  It's
up to you where we finish.  I promise.  Your curiosity is safe."
   She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open.  He eased up and took off
the shirt completely.
   "I've never seen you without a shirt on," she said by way of
explanation. She brushed her fingertips down his chest to his stomach. 
Darren Reynolds was a healthy man, fit, muscled, broad chested, covered
with soft dark hair.  She circled his dark nipples and grinned when he
twitched.  "Did you like that?"
   "I did."
   "Do you want to touch me?" She kept her head down but lifted her eyes to
look at him.  He answered by arching his hips, pushing his erection against
her.
   With a new wave of lust, Clara took off her shirt.  Now she straddled
him, both of them shirtless, in his bed.  "My ...  um," She cupped her
swollen breasts.  "I had a boyfriend that liked it when I played with my
breasts.  Is that common?"
   "Safe to say that's a yes."
   She eased forward and pulled on her nipples.
   "Your breasts are very beautiful, Clara." He put his hands around her
and held her close.  "May I?" He asked while staring at her erect nipples.
   "Yes."
   He took the left one into his mouth.  His tongue circled and teeth
scraped.  He switched between them, teasing Clara into a sexual frustration
she'd never known before.  She whimpered and squirmed as he made each
nipple tender and tight.
   For several seconds after he stopped, she kept grinding against him and
moaning, lost in her own thoughts.  Clara blinked a few times to clear her
mind.
   He rolled them over until she was on her back.  "Did you masturbate
while watching my porn?"
   Clara swollen thickly.  "Yes, sir."
   "Under my covers?"
   "Yes, sir."
   "It wasn't enough, was it?"
   "No, sir."
   "Good to hear.  Take off your pants.  I want to lick your pussy."
   She was already pushing her pants down before she realized that it
wasn't a question, that she didn't even think about being naked under him.
She wanted his tongue there, needed it, she was trembling with lust.
   "Are you a virgin?" He asked as his hands caressed her inner thighs.
   "No, sir."
   He kissed her knee.  "Relax." He kissed the thigh of the opposite leg.
"Don't wake Nathan though, or I'll have to spank you."
   "Yes, sir." She squeaked as his tongue dove into her wet folds.  For the
longest moment she held her breath.  His tongue and fingers stroked and
manipulated her in a way better than she was able to do for herself.  Clara
grabbed the pillow next to her and pushed it down over her face just as a
long groaned ripped from her.  Her thighs trembled as she felt herself
getting closer to orgasm.  This was far better than any of his adult
movies. She had no idea this could feel so good.
   He must have truly enjoyed licking pussy because he continued to lick
her after her first and second orgasm.  After the third, she had to push
him away.
   Darren eased from between her legs and disappeared into the bathroom. 
She lay the way he left her, feeling small shudders through her body like
aftershocks.  She didn't open her eyes until he returned with a glass of
water.
   "Thanks," she tipped the glass to her lips and drank deep.  "Thank you
very much."
   He chuckled.  "No, thank you.  You can take your time getting up.  I'll
be in the living room."
   "That's it?" Clara asked as he made to stand.
   "That wasn't enough?" He folded his arms and stared down at her.
   She gathered her legs under her and sat up.  "I never got to see it."
   "It?" He lifted a single brow.
   "I mean." She sighed heavily and rolled out of the bed.  She pulled on
the band of his gym shorts he'd put on and slipped her hand inside, but
quickly snatched it back.  "My god," she whispered.
   "That is never not sexy." He said with a chuckle.
   She blinked as her brain struggled with the information sent by her
hand. "Um, I should get dressed."
   "Smart girl," with a wink he left her in his bedroom.
   Clara cleaned herself up and dressed.  She paused and looked at herself
in the bathroom mirror.  Mr.  Darren Reynolds, the envy of the community,
had put his tongue and fingers on her.  She had overheard a room full of
women, to include her mother, talk about how much they wanted a swing at
him, how they'd treat him, how much he needed a woman like one of them in
his life.
   Her mother had been so enthusiastic about her babysitting job.  She
bragged that Clara was her way into Darren's life.
   Awkward.
   She smirked at her reflection a moment before self consciousness set in.
Darren had stopped just as easily as he started.  He had experience.  He
wasn't swayed by her where grown women had failed.  It was just a moment,
nothing more.
   "Ready, Miss Delicious?"
   Clara burst into giggles.
   "Seriously, Clara, keep this to yourself, all right?"
   "I won't say a word." She made a zipping motion over her lips.  "My
secret.  Even if you fire me, find a girlfriend, never touch me again, I
can be mature.  I promise."
   He helped her into her jacket and walked her to the door.  "One thing
before you go."
   "Yes, sir?"
   "If this happens again," he brushed his thumb over her cheek, "I'm going
to fuck that cute little body of yours, until I'm ready to stop, not you,
and I'll need to find another sitter."
   She blinked rapidly and tried to catch her breath.  What was he telling
her?  "Why another?  You'd fire me?"
   "Who is going to watch my son while I'm making you scream my name?"
   She tried to wrap her mind around what he was saying.  She just finished
convincing herself that he wouldn't want anything to do with her.
   Darren pulled her into an embrace, his hands rested possessively on her
ass.  "If, Clara.  If we do this again then you'll need to be ready to
please me.  Think long and very hard about whether that's what you want."
He leaned in and they kissed in silence for another long stretch.  "Drive
safely, Clara."
   "Yes, sir.  Good night." Clara felt stunned as she walked to her car. 
She was in a daze, on autopilot, barely able to comprehend the past couple
hours.
   ***
   Clara did nothing.  When Mr.  Reynolds called on her to watch Nathan,
she dutifully cared for his four year old while he went out.  She didn't
watch any more of his movies or spend any more time in his bed.  If he
stayed out late, she chose the safer option of sleeping in Nathan's bed or
on the couch.
   She never said a word about that night to another person, not even her
best friend.  She tried to put the incident as far out of her mind as
possible.  Darren, for his part, followed her lead and never said anything
remotely sexual to her again.
   Two months later, Clara arrived at Darren's house.  She could tell he
was having a bad day.  He paced the room while on the telephone, straining
not to raise his voice.  He looked like a man who wanted to punch
something. He only got that way when 'Nathan's mother' was on the phone.
   He pointed to Nathan's room and she made a bee-line for it.  She
remained sequestered with the inquisitive child until she heard the front
door open and close.
   As usual, Clara read to Nathan, played with him, made sure he had
everything he needed.  She didn't know what Darren needed to do or when
he'd come home.  She just kept his son entertained, got him ready for bed,
and fell asleep with him.
   ***
   She woke while being set on her feet.
   "Shh." Darren zombie walked her down the hallway and into the living
room.  "Lock yourself out." His slurred words caught her attention.  She
caught the potent smell of liquor.
   Darren stumbled toward his bedroom.  She looked at the front door then
back to his room.  She shrugged out of her jacket and tip-toed to his room.
   She found him sprawled across the foot of his bed, dressed and the bed
made.
   He wasn't sleep or out cold because angled his head around to look at
her.
   "How drunk are you?"
   "Pretty fucking smashed." His words were garbled, but she still managed
to make it out.  Clara walked over to the bed and sat down.  "I'm not
coming onto you.  Got that?"
   "Yessum."
   She rolled him over and began to undress him.  She treated him like the
34 year old version of his son.  Sleepy, not drunk.
   "Come on," she pulled him to his feet and walked him to the bathroom. 
"Bath or shower?"
   "Shower.  Cold.  Not freezing!" He scowled while she adjusted the
temperature.
   She perched on the sink counter while he washed up.  For a while there
was only the sound of the shower.
   "Toothbrush?"
   She grabbed the toothbrush behind her and handed it to him along with
the tooth paste.  After a minute, he handed it back to her and she put it
away.
   "It hasn't been a good day." He turned the water off.  She handed the
towel off to him.  "Sorry."
   She left the bathroom and turned the covers back to his bed.  She
gathered his clothes and set them in the chair.  From the pockets she
fished out his keys and his wallet.
   When Darren entered the bedroom, she made a show of opening his wallet
and fishing out a twenty.  "All's forgiven."
   His drunk grin was so adorable that Clara thought about kissing him. 
She tapped the freshly turned back mattress.  "Where are your sleep
shorts?" She asked as she looked around the room.
   "I sleep naked." Darren draped the towel oven the arm of his chair and
crawled into the bed.
   The moment she saw the towel dropping, Clara kept her eyes on his face.
She sympathized with the plight of men who had breasts in their face, but
had to avoid looking at them.  Once he was in the bed she spun on her heels
and began to head for the door.
   "Hey."
   She faced him.  He still hadn't pulled the covers up, but she was
keeping her gaze on his bright storm cloud gray eyes.
   "Might as well look.  Might be the only chance you get."
   "I wouldn't want to take advantage of you, Mr.  Reynolds." She walked to
the bed to cover him up.
   "I'd like it very much if you did.  Everyone else gets a kick out of it.
No reason why you shouldn't join in."
   "That's not true at all." She sat down on the bed and hugged him to her
chest.  "I'm sorry you had such a terrible day."
   Whatever he said was muffled by her breasts.
   His erection was not bothered by his 'smashed' state.  It began to rise
until it bobbed up and down, hitting just below his belly button and then
up.
   Goodness he was big.
   His hand wrapped around his erection and he stroked himself, long, slow,
smooth strokes, absent any lube until his head began to leak.  He'd squeeze
toward the head, put the precum on his palm, then eased back down, the
whole time smothering himself in her breasts.
   Clara couldn't move.  She could only watch, mesmerized by the show. 
More fancinating and erotic than any of his DVDs.
   She let go of his head and like a moth to a flame, opened her mouth over
the head of his penis.  The way he muttered and sighed made her whole body
flush.
   "That's it.  That's a good girl."
   She felt the head of his cock swell, his strokes became more erratic
until she was drinking him down, his whole body bucked and shuddered, and
then he was out.
   Clara wiped her mouth with a grin, covered him up, and locked herself
out.
   Crap.  Did that count as happening again?
   ***
   Clara wasn't sure what it was about that night.  What she said or did,
or what he said or did, but her thoughts of Darren became near constant. 
It was like she stopped fearing him and went back to obsessing over wanting
him.
   He'd been drunk and angry and she'd already come onto him once, but he
didn't try to take advantage of her - he never had.  She had sucked him off
because she wanted to, because she felt he needed it, but Clara had
masturbated twice when she got home that night.
   She replayed that night, thinking of bathing him, riding his face,
taking that behemoth between his legs, feeling him suck on her breasts. 
She tried to imagine what sex with him would be like, but his size made
that difficult.  No boyfriend of hers had ever been so formidable.
   She stopped trying to find a boyfriend - no one was going to compare to
the man in her imagination, in her heart.  Her efforts to find an upgrade,
something better, failed.  Her frustrations only festered.
   No matter how kind, handsome, or hung the man was, she was too young for
him.  She could not be a mother to a four year old.  She had to stop
thinking of him.
   She couldn't.
   ***
   Clara decided to spend her free evening at the beach.  She'd just gotten
there when her phone rang.
   "Hello, Mr Reynolds."
   "What are you doing tonight?"
   "I'm at the beach.  Sorry.  You didn't call, so I thought you didn't
need me.  I just got here.  I haven't had anything to drink.  I can turn
around."
   "No.  Nathan is with his mother."
   "Oh." Did he need her to pick him up?  She didn't even know where his
mother lived.  In fact, she knew next to nothing about the woman.  "I
thought she didn't have him until next week.  Sorry.  That's not my
business."
   "You're at the boardwalk?"
   "Yes.  Maktub is playing tonight."
   "You're alone?"
   "Um, yes, sir."
   "I miss you.  Can I join you?"
   Clara cupped her mouth to the phone.  "You're just trying to get your
tongue between my lips."
   "What I'll settle for and what I want are different.  But yes, I want to
slide my tongue and more back and forth between your lips."
   "So, I should head to your house?"
   "No.  Did you drive?"
   "Yes."
   "Where?"
   "Gulf Shack."
   "I'll meet you there in twenty."
   She ended the call with a thundering heart.  Was she really doing this?
Could she do this?  Did that count as openly flirting?  Had she started
'this' again?
   Shit.
   She walked to a quiet section of the board walk and dialed her mother.
   "Hey baby.  Everything all right?"
   "I'm fine, but I have a question."
   "I'm listening."
   "Would you be upset with me if I dated an older man?"
   "Older than me?"
   "Not quite, but close, um ...  thirties."
   Her mother laughed for a while then took a breath.  "Fuck, you're
serious?"
   "Yes."
   "I," her mother went quiet.  "Honestly, I'd be very concerned, worried,
but not upset.  Do you know what it means?  Older men," she sighed.  "You
need to accept that you're just a," There was another silence.  "You're
just a fantasy, a play thing.  I won't yell, disown you or anything.  I
don't like the idea of anyone using my daughter, but you asked, so I'll
have to take that as a sign that you've got your head about you.  Is this
...  is this someone I know?  No, don't tell me.  Listen.  Please
reconsider this.  Or am I too late?"
   "It ...  hasn't come to that yet.  I'm just asking.  I'm curious.  I
like him.  I'm not trying to marry him.  I know it's not permanent."
   Her mother whispered a curse.  "Are you considering making this more
than a one time thing?"
   "Maybe.  I think so."
   "He's using you, baby.  So, no matter how old he is, make him respect
you.  Keep your eyes open.  No matter what he promises you, you're just a
salve to his wounded ego."
   "Okay, Mom.  I got it.  Bye."
   A salve to his wounded ego.
   Nathan's mother had done something to upset him.  That's all it was. 
Right?  His other dates weren't working out.  That's all.
   Clara had a hard time buying that explanation.  Darren could have had
sex with her as much as he wanted when she came onto him.  He didn't.  He
made her choose, made her wait.  Her mother was going to have a fit when
she figured out who he was, but that didn't matter now.
   She could be driving to his house now, but he wasn't treating her like a
secret affair, a salve.  He was coming to meet her in public.
   "Miss Delish," he put his arm around her waist as he joined her at the
bar.
   She blushed.  "Good evening."
   "Indeed.  Your choice.  Eat here or somewhere else after the band."
   "I like the food here."
   "Me too.  Let's get a table while we still can."
   "How's Nathan?" She kept to a conversation both of them could talk
easily about.  Then they moved onto television and movies, the band on
stage.
   "Darren, am I your girlfriend?"
   "That's what I'd like." He leaned forward and flashed one of those
boyish grins.  "Is that that what you want?"
   "Yes."
   "Good.  You are single, right?"
   "Nope." It was her turn to grin at him.  "I'm your girlfriend."
   ***
   At first Clara thought a date with him would be weird, but they had a
grand time talking, dancing, walking the coast.  He took her out to
restaurants, movies, concerts.  Her worries about become his closeted lover
in secret never panned out.  Of course, that brought problems when the
whispering started.
   ***
   Darren opened the door and pointed to his bedroom.  "Get undressed, lie
in my bed, spread and waiting.  Understood?"
   Her head swam.  "Yes, sir."
   She lay there trembling as he crawled into the bed, complete naked, over
her.  They kissed.  Clara's fingertips made a trail down the side of his
body to the soft dark hair below his navel.
   With a turn of her wrist she wrapped her hand around his thick shaft and
felt his cock twitch in her hand.
   "That's it," Darren moaned.  "Touch my cock.  Don't stop." His lips
brushed against her forehead as he kissed his way down her face.
   Clara bit her lip as she felt a flutter in her belly.  That wasn't lust.
For that brief moment, Clara imagined that he loved her.  She felt her face
and neck flush red with embarrassment.  A silly thought, but her belly
continued to jump as the heat of his mouth traveled alongside her neck,
across her collarbone to her tits.  Clara moaned as Darren pulled her
nipples into his mouth.  His tongue swirled around then he pinched her with
his teeth.
   "I need to taste you," he murmured, lips brushing over her skin.  He
pulled his cock free of her grip and grabbed her thighs, eased lower on her
body.
   Clara felt so powerful, so adored with him between her thighs. 
Instinctively, she rolled her hips, pressed her aching pussy up to his
eager tongue and Darren moaned in approval.  His tongue moved lower and
thrust inside her.
   "Fuck.  Oh Fuck." She moaned.
   His tongue then rose back to her aching clitoris and she was undone.
   "Fuck.  Yes, yes!"
   She nearly hyperventilated as her whole body turned rigid while she
exploded on his mouth.
   Her chest heaved as he rose from the bed.  She heard the sink in the
bathroom run for a few seconds then he returned.
   "It's not going to hurt," he said as he pressed inside her.  "Fuck,
you're hot ...  so perfect.  Wanted you for so long."
   Clara pulled her head back and grinned.  "How long?"
   "Three years, if you must know.  I fantasized about your cute body.  So
dirty of me."
   "Me too, then, I guess." Clara moaned and rolled her hips.  She felt so
full; he was so big.
   "Probably, fuck.  Can't think straight.  Tight little," he groaned,
"cunt."
   "Yes, fuck me."
   He slowed then and looked at her.  With a nod of his head, he encouraged
her to continue with her experimentation.
   "Fuck me, Darren.  My," She moaned.  "My pussy is so wet, my body so hot
for you." She whimpered as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.
"You're so big.  I think I'm going to ...  Darren, please, don't stop!" She
leaned into his shoulder and cried out.  She dug her nails into his skin as
her whole body trembled.
   With a self-satisfied chuckle, Darren slowed his thrusts as she came
down.  "You're a hell cat, baby."
   "Sorry," she dropped her hands to her side.
   "No, it's beautiful.  Honest." He kept stroking her, waiting for her to
recuperate.
   "I really like you," Clara put her arms back around him.  "A lot," she
added with a whisper.  She hoped he didn't think she was foolish.
   "My tongue, my cock, my money?" He sounded like he was teasing, but
there was also a bitter note to his voice.
   "Nah," she said with a giggle.  "You."
   He moaned and intensified his thrusts.  "I really like you too, young
lady."
   She flexed her vaginal muscles around him and earned another moan.
   "Do that again." When she did, he made a sound like a growl in her ear.
"Fuck me back, baby.  Fuck yes, you're going to make me cum."
   "Are you, um, I'm not ...  I don't want to get pregnant."
   His breath hitched in a hybrid moan and laugh.  "I can't knock you up,
baby.  I'm snipped.  Can I fill you up?"
   "With what?"
   "Keep it up, smart mouth.  You're going to earn a spanking."
   She squeezed and thrust her hips at the same time and he pumped his hips
fast and hard.
   "Yes, fuck yes!" He crushed her to him with a kiss that lasted until he
went soft inside her.  He cradled her face in his hands and rubbed his nose
to hers.  "Can you stay out?"
   "Yes, if you want me to."
   "Oh yes, I want to bang your pretty little ass till its sore." He
collapsed onto his side and hugged her.
   "Then you'll drop me off?"
   "No," he nipped her on the shoulder.  "I'll kiss you better then start
all over." He brushed her hair back from her face and leaned back until
they were looking at each other.  "I'm not using you, Clara.  I adore you
and I want to spend as much time as I can get with you."
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Written: May 2012
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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