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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Second time posting ………… (this my second story having been unable to satisfactorily complete my “First Time Posting” story on here I wanted to write another story but was unsure where to start even. This probably won’t be as “hardcore” as my original story but I hope that someone out there likes it!).
The sitter
It started out innocently enough, but then again a lot of these things tend to don’t they?
We were getting ready to go out for a big company party and as a result had the baby sitter over. Trace was our long term sitter – had been on the scene now for over two years and we trusted her completely. She had come with great references and was personally recommended by one of Fiona’s friends. Our two kids loved her – she always had so much time for them and just seemed to fit right in.
Fiona was upstairs, having just finished a work out and was jumping into the shower, insisting that she wouldn’t take long but I knew better . . . .they NEVER only take the “Ten minutes” they shout at you from the top of the stairs. Do I went down to the sitting room to catch up on a match that I had recorded earlier that afternoon.
I had just sat down when Trace came in and asked if I would like a cup of tea as she was about to make one for herself and she passed a comment that was very unlike her.
“Hmmmmmmm Mr. Owens. You look good enough to eat!”
Now let me give you a bit of background on Trace – she was only 26 and so very quiet normally that this was way out of character for her. My wife had a few chats with her over the two years that she had been sitting for us and it seemed as though, while she did have a regular boyfriend, that they were not very sexually active.
I looked up from the tv and saw her go beet red before saying: “I’m so sorry Mr. Owens – I don’t know where that came from. Please don’t say anything to Fiona!” and running out of the room.
That is another thing – despite on my insistence that she call me by my first name she always referred to me as Mr. Owens and then used my wife’s first name.. . . . . . when quizzed about it she claimed that it was only proper.
So – getting back to the story . . . . . . I was left standing there with the tv remote in my hand and not really knowing what to do. I followed Trace into the kitchen to see her standing there with her back to me, looking a bit upset.
I walked over to her and placed my hand on her shoulder and said “Trace – thank you for that very nice compliment. It is always nice to hear something like that – maybe not those exact words, given the fact that I am a married man and my wife is only upstairs. But – Thank you! Now don’t be upset – I won’t mention anything to Fiona, ok?”
With that she turned into me and wrapped her arms around my waist and gave me a big hug – “Oh thank you Mr. Owens. I have no idea where that came from. But you DO look so beautiful in your suit and I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Beautiful?”, I asked . . . . .”I am not sure that anyone has ever called me beautiful before but thank you! You are too nice and I am old enough to be your father.”
At this point my wife shouted down from the top of the stairs looking for some help and that ended that little interaction between Trace and I.
My wife and I went out to the part and had a great night – I didn’t even give the encounter between Trace and I one thought throughout the event. There was a LOT of alcohol flowing due the free bar that the company had laid on for us but very little food. There were some platters of delicious but very, very small hors d’oeuvres passed around and this left me feeling quite peckish when we got home.
“I need to eat – can I fix you anything or are you heading straight up to bed?” I asked my wife.
“God no – I barely fit into this dress at the start of the night and will take full advantage of not adding on any more pounds due to one of your late night snacks mister! I am going to bed – I had a bit too much to drink and need sleep – anyway I need to get up early tomorrow morning to bring Trace home. I think she mentioned she needed to be home by 10. So goodnight and don’t even think of any hanky panky tonight . . . . .it’s past 4 already. Nite nite.” . . . . .and with that she was gone to bed.
I turned on the oven, thinking of putting on a pizza and while it was warming up went to check on the kids. We lived in a bungalow that we had converted 4 years ago, turning the loft into the master bedroom and this created a second guest bedroom. This proved to be so handy any time we were going to be out very late as I enabled Trace to stay over and have her own room and the resulting privacy too. I had to pass this room to get to the kids room and the door was slightly ajar on my way down.
I didn’t look in but noticed some light coming from in there. I checked on the kids – both fast asleep and turned to may my way back to then– my tummy was growling at me and I needed to feed the beast!
As I approached Trace’s room I noticed that the door had been opened further and when I glanced in there was no sign of her. Thinking she had just gone to the toilet I moved on to the kitchen and grabbed myself a beer from the fridge. The oven was up to temperature at this stage so I popped in a pizza and sat at the breakfast bar sipping my beer whilst browsing through facebook.
“Mind if I join you Mr. Owens?” – I jumped a bit as I had forgotten that Trace was potentially on the move somewhere throughout the house.
Without turning around I said “Of course” . . . .at which stage Trace sat beside me on the same side of the breakfast bar.
I looked at her then to find her wearing a long t-shirt style pyjamas that was not very long.
“Would you mind if I had a beer too Mr. Owens – I am finding it hard to sleep tonight and think that might help”.
“You don’t even have to ask Trace – help yourself!” . . . . . at this she hopped down from the stool and opened the fridge door – I know that I shouldn’t have but I found myself deliberately looking at her to try to ascertain if she was wearing panties under her pj’s (OK – I’m a guy . . . . . yes, I am married but this was just a look and nothing more ok!).
When she rejoined me at the breakfast bar her pj’s rode up even higher on her leg, revealing a lot of thigh and she didn’t seem to notice.
We chatted while waiting for the pizza to cook, just chit chat – nothing in particular that I could remember even if you put a gun to my head. When it smelled like the pizza was ready she jumped up as I made to go myself and said “Allow me Mr. Owens – you stay there and relax. Besides I am still on the clock as you have paid me for the night – remember?” . . . . .she said that with a slight smirk on her face and proceeded to take the pizza out of the oven (yes – there was bending over and no sign of any panties from what I could make out).
We sat together, chewing on the pizza – drinking our beers and barely saying a word. In hindsight it was quite intimate actually – the two of us sitting there in subdued lighting. . . . .quite close to each other with Trace wearing her nightie. To an outsider it could have looked like a couple sharing a late night snack before going to bed were it not for the fact that I was 19 years her senior.
When we had finished she hopped down and said “Please let me tidy away these Mr. Owens. Thank you for your company and everything else too.”
I stood up and thanked her and mentioned that I needed to go to bed.
“Good night Trace – hope you get some sleep and sweet dreams too” I said as I made my way towards my room.
I got to my room to find my wife fast asleep on top of the bed still wearing her dress. She wasn’t kidding about being tired I thought as I made to undress her as softly and quietly as I could. While I did that I found that I had a nice swelling going on in my pants – “Hmmmmmmmmm I already had that before I started undressing Fiona I said almost under my breath”
My wife woke up enough to allow me to remove her clothes and cover her with the duvet before undressing myself and jumping in beside her . . . . . “Hey Mister – I said no hanky panky tonight – now put that thing away and don’t be getting any ideas!”
With that she proceeded to drift off to the land of nod as I lay beside her thinking of the bare thigh of a 26 year old . . . . . .
Part 2 to follow. |
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Part 2
I had a very fitful sleep that night and woke up the next morning feeling very horny indeed. I could tell it wasn’t just a hangover horn but was definitely something more. I rolled onto my side hoping to find my naked wife and take advantage but there was only an empty bed. Then when my senses started coming back to me I could hear the shower being turned on in the ensuite. I then realised that I needed to use the facilities so without wanting to disturb Fiona made my way down the stairs to use the main bathroom. I was still in a bit of a daze – I made out the distant sound of cartoons coming from the tv in the sitting room – so I knew where the kids were but had completely forgotten about Trace . . . . . . . “Oops Mr. Owens – good morning!!”
“Fuck!! I mean Shit . . . .I mean – sorry Trace – I had completely forgotten that you were here!” . . . .I blurted out this while standing on the last step of the stairs – naked save for my tight, form-fitting boxer shorts and my cock still quite erect. I realised that I must have made quite the sight but couldn’t seem to move . . . .standing there – rooted to the spot.
“I’m so sorry Trace – I should have more clothes on. I forgot that you were here and Fiona has just jumped into the shower upstairs and I needed to use the bathroom down here.”
“Please Mr. Owens there is no apology necessary. This IS your own house after all and I would hate to think you were not in any way comfortable in it. Anyway – it’s not anything that I haven’t seen before!”
There she went again – this was the second time that I had seen Trace in a different light after her comment last night . . . .her quiet, demure and what I had previously thought an almost prudish attitude seemingly ripped to shreds!!
I then noticed after getting over my initial surprise that she was still wearing her nightie – and her delicious looking thighs and skin still on display. Let me put it this way – it wasn’t helping my already swollen condition. I suddenly felt the need to try to hide and walked into the kitchen to place my back to her in an attempt to allow my cock to deflate.
“I need to get my morning cup of coffee” I said – rummaging through the cupboards for coffee grounds and a mug.
“Oh please Mr. Owens – allow me to do that for you”, said Trace as she stood beside me . . . . . .perilously close beside me. I just stood there, again – almost in a state of paralysis as she moved beside me – brushing against me – almost imperceptibly …… I could feel her heat as she did so.
I let out a slight groan . . . . . .here was an attractive 26 year old girl standing beside me . . . . .almost touching me . . . . .she – wearing practically nothing (and my thoughts on what I saw last night seemingly even less or nothing underneath her nightie) . . . . .me with a raging hard on – my cock was pulsing . . . .throbbing at the thoughts now racing through my mind.
“Are you ok Mr. Owens??” Trace said this upon hearing my groan and placed a hand on the base of my back.
I blinked . . . . .that hand – rested there – not moving. She placed her hand on the base of my back – half of it on the top of my boxer shorts and the other half on my bare skin . . . . .that hand was NOT helping my current state.
Now I have never cheated on my wife – in all of our 12 years of marriage I have not even so much as seriously thought about doing anything with another woman. But in my current state . . . . . I was seriously thinking of doing something VERY naughty and not very in keeping with my marriage vows.
“Are you ok Mr. Owens??” Trace repeated – I hadn’t said anything to her first request . . . . . .
“Yes – I am ok. Sorry Trace – I am a bit hungover and my head is throbbing” (smiling inwardly at the choice of words that I had used).
“I need a coffee and ehhhhhhhhh maybe I need to go back to bed for a bit”. . . . . . . .her hand though. It was still there and the thumb was moving up and down touching off the hairs at the base of my back – almost tickling them. “Jeeeeeeeesus Trace I am so horny and you are not helping with that” – I almost blurted out but am glad that I didn’t.
“I think that I will just pop up back to bed and get that coffee later. Thanks again Trace for looking after the kids last night and everything. You are too good.” And with that I turned and almost ran out of the kitchen and back upstairs. I felt the need to get back into bed before my wife discovered my semi naked state and more than semi hard state . . . . .having been “wandering around the house”.
I made it up just in time to pull the duvet over me as Fiona came out of the shower – “Good morning sleepy head” she said. “Do you plan on getting up anytime soon?”
“I AM up” I quipped – smiling at her rather quizzical expression as my mind began to wander again . . . . .. to thoughts of a 26 year old girl. |
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“I have SUCH a hangover this morning” my wife said to me. “I had hoped that a glass of water and a shower might clear away the cobwebs but my headache only seems to be getting worse. Can I ask you to drop Trace home and also my parents are taking the kids for the day too so if you could drop them off on the way before bring Trace home I would love you forever!”
I could see that she was struggling so agreed and with that she jumped back in to bed.
I then got up in front of my wife who couldn’t fail to see that I was feeling a little aroused . . . . .”Oh wow Mister – good morning to you! What has you so worked up this morning I wonder? Are you still horny after me not giving you any attention last night? I’m sorry baby but I was exhausted. I will make up for it later – ok? But now I need to sleep this hangover away”
If only she knew exactly WHAT had me feeling so bloody horny. . . . . . our long term babysitter who I had all of a sudden seen in a whole new light. I made my way to the shower to get my day started and realised that I didn’t have much time as I vaguely remember Trace needing to be home by 10 this morning and it was now already past 9.
I had a quick shower, dried myself and dressed – putting on a tee shirt and a pair of shorts (it was summer after all and the light coming in through the chinks in the curtains seemed to reveal what looked like a nice morning). I was going to give Fiona a kiss and tell her that I would grab coffee when I was out but she had already fallen asleep . . . .dead to the world!
I quietly made my way out of the room and down the stairs, expecting to find the usual bedlam down there – the kind that usually precedes my kids, ANY kids, going to their grandparents. But it was eerily quiet – I made my way through the house – room by room, passing Trace’s room without so much as a glance inside and got to the kid’s room to discover the beds were made, room tidy and no sign of them.
I backed out of the room and practically bumped into Trace.
“They have already gone Mr. Owens. Fiona’s father came to pick them up about 20 minutes ago. He thought that ye could do with a quiet morning and collected them himself.”
“Oh!” I said. “That was nice of him. “I didn’t even hear the door or the kids moving around – they must have been on their best behaviour!”
“I had them warned Mr. Owens. I told them if they made any noise there wouldn’t be any bedtime treats and definitely no fort building next time I babysat for them and that seemed to do the trick!”
It is amazing how your mind works at times . . . . .. I was so focussed on getting the kids ready and having to shout, albeit quietly, at them to keep the hyperactivity down as their mother was asleep upstairs in bed and didn’t notice that Trace was still wearing her sleeping attire.
“Ehhhh Trace – don’t you need to be brought home soon? Fiona told me that you need to get home by 10 or something to that effect.”
“My plans have changed for the day Mr. Owens. My boyfriend has decided to go playing golf instead of spending the day with me. Sometimes I think he would rather spend time with his golfing buddies than with me. He can be so frustrating at times. Are all guys that selfish Mr. Owens? Is it ok if I hang out here for a bit – you can go back to bed for a while if you like as there is no rush now with the kids already taken care of and me not needing to go just yet.”
“Of course you can chill here Trace – you are more than welcome. I won’t go back to bed though – Fiona has just gone back to sleep and is suffering from a royal hangover so she is going to be out for the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon too, going on previous experiences! I think I might just grab a coffee and watch the rest of that match that I started to watch last night.”
“Oh please allow me to make the coffee Mr. Owens. You head into the sitting room and I will bring it right in to you when it is ready.”
“OK Trace – you’re too nice. I’d love that. Truth be told I am still a bit tired and could do with a coffee to perk me up!”.
I made my way into the sitting room and sprawled on the couch, turning on the game that I didn’t get the chance to finish last night.
I must have dozed off because I woke to Trace placing her hand on my arm and lightly shaking me – “Mr. Owens – here’s your coffee.”
That touch . . . . .that touch set off sparks running up and down the length of my arm and I physically jumped as a result of it. This caused Trace to spill the contents of the mug over both herself and I – whoever knew that a small mug could contain so much!?
“Oh my God – I am so sorry Mr. Owens. I didn’t mean to startle you. Here let me clean that up!”
I had jumped up then as well as the coffee, while not boiling hot, was quite warm and had poured right into my lap, covering my groin. Trace ran into the kitchen and had come back with a tea-towel and knelt down in front of me to start dabbing at my crotch.
“I’m sorry Trace but that’s not going to work . . .I need to take these off and look at you! Your nighty is drenched too. I don’t want to wake Fiona so I think that I will jump into the shower down here and see if there’s anything to wear in the drier. You could do with getting out of that too by the way. I hope you are not burned?”
“I’m ok Mr. Owens – I can feel a little bit of a burn but I think I’ll be ok.”
“OK – I don’t want to take a chance. Let’s get you into the shower and get some cool water on the area just to be sure Trace – ok?”
I ushered her down to the wet-room and without even thinking of the implications pulled her nightie over her head after turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature to lukewarm. I was still dressed and getting wet but mu concern was Trace at this instant.
Trace was under the water and started shivering from the cool water and I instinctively reached out to her and held her in my arms.
“I’m sorry about the cold water Trace but this is the best thing for a burn. The cold water takes the heat away from the affected area and will limit any damage to your skin as a result.”
“Th th th tha thank you b b b b b b but look at you Mr. Owens. You are soaked through. You should get out of those clothes too!”
Upon saying this she started undoing the buttons on my shorts and started pulling them down my legs while I pulled off my top. My boxers came down with the shorts as they were clung to each other from the wetness and before you knew it we were holding each other under a cold shower, sharing our body heat. I couldn’t help but glance down at her thighs. Her naked thighs pressed up against mine – her pale skin flawless and without blemish apart from the goose bumps forming due to the cold water and I began to get hard. . . . . |
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“Oh shit”, I thought. “She must notice!” I was growing – my cock that had begun to tentatively swell at the first touch of her smooth skin was now racing to fully erect and there was absolutely nothing that I could do to arrest or even slow it down.
I tried to remain nonchalant – refusing to meet her gaze – she had just then looked up at me and the difference in our heights became all the more obvious. I tried not to look at her . . . .I can honestly say that I really did try.
“Mr. Owens?” Her voice broken and sounding very delicate but seemed to resonate within the confines of the wet room.
“Mr. Owens? I know that I shouldn’t ask but could you please hold me tighter? I really am quite cold,”
I looked down at her and saw her long, auburn hair becoming wet and plastered to the side of her face and she was shaking in my arms . . .. not just shivering but shaking from her core.
“One second Trace – let me adjust the temperature. I think the cold water should have done what we needed it to do by now”, I said as I reached for the thermostat.
“I don’t think it worked for EVERYTHING Mr. Owens” and with that she gave a slight nudge of her hip against my completely erect cock. “I thought that cold showers were supposed to kill one of those?”
She said this with a big grin and it certainly did help to diffuse the tension that I had felt growing between us.
“”It’s ok Mr. Owens. I don’t mind at all. I know that it was just a physiological response to us sharing our body heat. Please don’t be awkward about it. In another way I am very flattered!”
“Awwww Trace – you are too nice”, I said. “But it’s not just what you said. You are a very attractive, young lady and truth be told I have found myself noticing just how attractive and sexy you are this weekend!”. . . . . .. I couldn’t believe the words coming from my mouth. This was not like me. I was a married man . . . . . coming up on 14 years this autumn . . . . .a father of two kids . . . . . I had never even contemplated cheating on my wife before. But here I was – naked in my downstairs shower with my baby sitter, that was also almost young enough to be my daughter!! And all I could think of now as I stood there, both of us with our bodies pressed up against each other and my very obvious state of arousal sandwiched between us was how much I really AM attracted to Trace. I looked at her and took every part of her in . . . . .her auburn hair, darker now due to it being wet, her high cheekbones, her little pointed nose that gave her an almost imp like appearance, her gorgeous hazel eyes looking up at me, her pert breasts (just about a handful) and tipped with small nipples embedded in dark brown areola. Her nipples as erect as my cock and at times pressing into my chest when she moved. Her little pot belly tummy and a small tuft of pubic hair just above her mons.
All I wanted to do was hold her tightly and kiss her – I was playing it over in my head – a tentative first kiss – lips barely touching each other. Sparks flying . . . . . .lips opening up to become more bold . . . more passionate as our hands began to explore each other’s bodies made slick from the shower . . . . . . . “SNAP OUT OF IT MAN!!! This cannot happen”, I thought. “You would only make a fool of yourself and remember your wife lying in bed, asleep upstairs.”
However, that last thought only seemed to spur me on. The fact that my wife was in the house, fast asleep upstairs and here I was in the shower with Trace emboldened me.
I turned my face to Trace and brought both my hands up to cradle hers. She looked up at me and just then bit her bottom lip – just for a split second – and it was the sexiest thing that I have ever seen . . . . . That did it!
I reached down and planted my lips on hers – just how I had played it out in my head not seconds earlier and YES there were sparks! |
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