She moaned his name in her sleep...how could he resist?Derek Harris has been tempted by his babysitter's killer body for months. He is consumed with thoughts of her on her knees, looking up at him with her big blue eyes as she takes him in her mouth, and he twines his fingers in her long, auburn hair.
Now that his wife is out of the picture, when Derek comes home and finds eighteen-year-old Katie sprawled on the couch asleep with her dress half-open, will he be able to resist taking the babysitter?WARNING: This blazing-hot erotic short story contains sexual fantasies, a mind-blowing blow job, and an older man seducing a younger woman while she's asleep...and having erotic dreams!All sexually active characters in this story are 18 years of age or older, and consent is given before any sexual acts are consummated.WORD COUNT: 6241 words...not including the very long bonus excerpt of His Virgin Babysitter. Excerpt:When he came into the kitchen, it was empty, and as he passed into the living room, all the lights were off except one lamp. Katie lay sprawled on the couch, fast asleep.She was gorgeous. Her cheeks were rosy from the summer sun, and dark auburn lashes fringed her lids. Her head lay on a couch pillow and her silky hair was slightly mussed, trailing over her shoulders and spilling down over her creamy breasts. She wore a short, stretchy wrap dress, and it gaped where it criss-crossed over her cleavage, one pale globe half-spilling out of the dress and the cup of her bra. A half-inch more, and her nipple would be revealed...Derek swallowed. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants. Then his eyes traveled down the length of her torso to those shapely, thin legs, and he realized her legs were spread slightly apart, and the skirt of the dress had risen as she slept. He couldn't help himself...he knelt down beside the couch and tilted his head, and was rewarded with a glimpse of skimpy pink panties revealing just a touch of pubic hair. He desperately wanted to slide the dress up the rest of the way, to finger the lips of that delicate pussy and see how long it would take to make her wet. He could see it in his mind already, fingering her tender flesh, making her writhe in her sleep, pleasuring her so much that when she awoke, she wouldn't mind one bit that the married man she babysat for was pulling her dress open, feeling her tits, stimulating her clit, and getting ready to climb on top and fuck her...She moaned then, in her sleep, scaring the daylights out of Derek. But she never opened her eyes. The moan was throaty and passionate, and his cock swelled more than before. She moaned again, and lazily brushed a hand across her half-exposed breast, pushing the fabric aside a bit more, and inadvertently bringing her nipple to attention. It rose, erect, and as he leaned closer, he could actually see half of her areola and a hint of the nipple. It was a pale pink, small and delectable. He ached to touch it, to suck it, to make her wake up and want him...need him. Saliva pooled in his mouth, as if he was looking at a juicy sirloin steak. He could almost taste the fresh, sweet skin, and wondered what it smelled like. Leaning in, he inhaled her aroma...she smelled of clean, floral soap, and a hint of perfume. He didn't even realize he was reaching out until his hand was almost to her breast. He was stopped only by another moan escaping her full lips, followed by a sigh, then murmuring. It was just too perfect, too tempting, this alluring young woman lying on his couch, legs open, breast exposed, touching herself and moaning...it was unbearable.Then she called his name...
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Published July 9, 2012
by Carnal Bliss Press.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.