another Busted babysitter (PM your opening)

[Liplovinman]

Chad was almost home, crazy mad with himself for leaving the opera tickets on the table in the foyer. It was late, the twins would be asleep, but what the baby sitter would be doing after they were in bed was anyone’s guess. Some absurd fantasy played in his mind about catching her watching porn and he shook his head to focus on the road. His 30 minute return ride to the theatre would have to take less then 20 if he was to be on time. Chad didn’t mind missing the overture, but he knew the degree of chill during the performance, the ride home and the temperature of his bed tonight were directly tied to how long he left his wife standing alone outside the entry doors.

As he approached the development, he tried to keep the noise to a minimum. If the twins woke up, he would have to take part in putting them down again. After all, it was his fault. He saw the porch light and began to breathe just a bit. It was 8:40 now, the show began at 9:00 – with the normal curtain seating delay, he might just make it before the chill had settled over his whole night and the remainder of his weekend.

Chad pulled in quietly, the door hung open and he stayed in stealth mode getting to the door. He put the key in the lock and turned it without issue. Stepping into the foyer, he saw the tickets and heard the TV just inside. He looked awkwardly around the corner wall, getting a brief view of the couch and stopped in his tracks. While there was nothing obviously wrong, Chad had seen two head s on the sofa, almost cemented together. What he thought was audio from the TV was two individuals making out.
Sarah was a good looking, slender, desirable young lady. She had helped him through many a sleepless night of babies crying and crappy diapers. But her real assistance was in giving him fodder during his masturbation settings. Something she would never know, but it was rapidly being destroyed as he considered what to do here.

He stepped out from behind the corner and slowly approached the couch. Chad had no idea what he would say, but his mere presence was going to cause them both an issue. If he was late for the theatre, his wife would understand once he communicated the scene to her. He took two more steps before the sight of the young man with Sarah could be seen manhandling her breasts through her blouse. Thank god he had not walking in on them in the act….
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[BlackTeen]

Sarah had been hired by the Jones since more than a year, on a regular basis, and she loved the job. She had done other babysitting, but this one was a dream, even wth twins ; supposedly harder to take care fo, those had been angels compared to some devils she had watched upon. And the Jones were gentle, paid well, had a large house, and let her do whatever she wanted including using their terrific home cinema when they were away (as long as the kids were taken care of). So she gladly answered their calls whenver they needed her. Not to mention that both the Jones were really friendly with her, and had sometimes listened to her heart problems and even helped her with school matters.

Sarah was with popular Steven for two weeks now. Very popular guy at college. So handosme, so sexy. And so much wanting. He had made clear he wanted to have sex. None of her previous boyfriends had been that demanding, although they obtained what they wanted after some time. But saying no to Steven woulnd not only end up in him letting her down, but also in rumors being spread at school. She coudln't let that happen. He had insisted. So not long after the Jones left, she called him to say that her plan was working well and that he could come. Sarah had dressed accordingl to her plans, with a short-sleeved and tight blue blouse, and a white short skirt, along with nice lacy underwear.

Steven had been quite direct and soon were they on the couch, very close to each other, kissing wildly. he was leaning against her, pushing her, and minute after minute she felt herself leaning backwards. Soon she would be laying back on the couch. As she felt his hands wander between their bodies over her bouse, Sarah had a quickened breath. her nipple shardened and her groin get hotter. She enclosed his hips with her legs as she felt his hands cupping her breasts through her clothes, making her moan softly, arching back. He was quick at it, pushing forth towards his goal, not taking his time, massaging wildly, lustily.

Suddenly Sarah froze and backed from Steven. She backed the way she could, that meant for her to fall on her back on the carpeted floor, looking up at Mr Jones. He was staring at them. How could that be? Steven turned his head upwards and saw Mr Jones too. Sarah tried saying something but her dry throat wasn't able to let out a sound, she felt guilty.

 

[Liplovinman]

Chad directed his attention to the boy on the couch, he hadn't expected to be angry at him, but the hard on he was sporting infuriated Chad.

"Out, now!". He did not need to say it twice, though the boy was larger, Chad did not expect a struggle. Whomever Sarah had brought into their home, he was more than willing to leave, now that his actions were confronted.

He turned his attentions to Sarah, staring at her strangely, as if for the first time. He had not noticed her clothing when she arrived, straying from her normal jeans and t-shirt. The flimsy blouse and short skirt should have been a clue, but the trust built with Sarah blinded Chad - she had planned this event in his home.

He had not intended to stare at her without uttering a sound, had not intended to note the color of her exposed bra. He certainly hadn't expected to be disappointed that he could not identify the color of her underwear.

It took a moment for him to speak. "I trusted, We trusted you... How could you do this Sarah? Was letting this boy fuck you in OUR house so important that you could risk everything?". He did not wait for a response, holding his hand up to her as she moved from the floor.

'I'll be right back, we'll forego the theatre and I'll take you home. I want to have a talk with your parents. Please refrain from allowing anyone else in the house until I return."

 

[BlackTeen]

Sarah wa son the floor, lifting her upper body on her arms, looking up at Mr Jones with a begging gaze. She almost didn't look at Steven leaving. her mouth opened and only a gasp get out. She listened to him, her gaze being more and more sad and ashamed. She shouldn't have done this, never. But it was so easier in here than at her home. Again she tried to speak to answer him and she looked at his hand.
She grabbed his hand and stood up, not daring to look at hs face anymore, her eyes drawn to the floor. Her hands pulled her skirt neatly down, and went to rebutton the top button of her blouse that had laready been opened in the heat of the moment.

When Mr Jones spoke again, she felt her heart stop. And she let out a little sob. She lift her eyes towards his face again. And she found in herself the strength to talk, she had so much to say at the same time and her voice wasn't steady, it all went out suddenly.

- PPll... please Mr Jones don't. Please. I... I... understand the mistake I made, I know it was bad, really bad. I... Oh God please, I won't do thta kind of thing again. But don't, don't waste your evening because of this, return to the theatre with your wife, she needs you. Stay with her. And please please please don't tell my parents. My dad would... be (another sob) so angry. I... You have my word that I'll never make any mistake again... Never. I promise. But please just don't tell anyone, mr Jones...

 

[Liplovinman]

Chad was moved enough to look at Sarah, wondering if she was sorry for her actions or simply sorry once she was caught. Immediately his mind began to wonder if this was a common occurence. He could not remember the last time he had returned home when he should have been away, at least not without a call.

"I cannot promise not to speak to your parents, Sarah, were you my daughter, I would want to know of an instance of this sort." He lost control once more as his mind flooded with the thoughts of Sarah alone with a boy in his house. "How many boys have been touching you while you have been sitting for us Sarah? Where have you fucked them in my house?"

Chad took a breath, leaned against the wall and after a moment regained some composure.

"We are both upset, I should discuss this with my wife, we may be returning shortly, but either way, I need to return to the theatre. Do not bring anyone else into the house. We can discuss this with your parents later."

 

[BlackTeen]

Mr Jone's was leaving... Sarah called him with a sad and sorry voice, sobbing heard in it.

- I promise Mr Jones, he was the only one... and the last one. There would be no one else. There had been no one else. I promise oyu. But please... Don't tell anyone. I'll do anything for you, I'll come to sit for free, I'll do more chores, I?ll.. anything Mr Jones, for not telling anyone. Please...

 

[Liplovinman]

"I just don't understand Sarah, the twins are upstairs sleeping. If they had walked down to find you.... Is it that important to you?" He shook his head, his hand on the door handle.

"I'd like to believe you Sarah, but the trust, what trust there was, is not that easy to repair." He felt a headache brewing, looked at his watch. There was no way he would make the opening curtain.

"I'm very sorry Sarah, it appears we will need to look for another babysitter." He looked at her again, the hardness gone from his voice, his message shaken somewhat by the manner in which she was breaking down.

 

[BlackTeen]

There he was, almost leaving. Sarah needed this job, the money, the trust, the Jones' presence, and not her parents to hear about this. Oh no she couldn't loose this. She stepped forward and put her hand on his, on the doorknob, trying to stop him, looking desperatly into his eyes.

- Please Mr JOnes, don't tell anyone and give me another chance.

it was when she took a deep breath and tried to keep from sobbing that she realized how close to him she was now. To stop his hand from opening the door, she had to be against him, touch him, although she didn't really made it willingly. She was looking up at him...

 

[Liplovinman]

There was an ackwardness about the moment, her empassioned plea, his crumbling anger, the closeness of their bodies. He felt her hand on his and the the sheer touch of her, losing the edge of his arguement.

"I don't think this is appropriate Sarah." He removed his hand from door knob, only to realize that her hand did not leave his. Chad looked down to their fingers, his gaze stopping too long at her dishevelled blouse. He felt a sense of panic.

Carefully, and slowly, he removed her hand from his, stepping back from the door, he experienced a loss, her body no longer pressed close or in contact. He knew he should not regret his decision as much as he did.

 

[BlackTeen]

Sarah kept inside the house. She couldn't leave the twins of course. She was looking at him, pleading with her eyes, her lips whispering a desperate "please don't". Then she retreated back inside. he was leaving. And he was going to tell his wife, and her own parents and... oh god, that would be known and gee she would have to hear that and.... Who would know at school too? That would be terrible. Sarah felt her life crumble and fall apart as Mr Jones was leaving. He had been so stern and clear about that : he had to tell. She couldn't blame him for that, she could even understand that, but she couldn't accept it.
That would not happen.
What could she do to avoid that. A sudden idea raised in her head. it was foolish, it was completely crazy, but that was the last thing she could think of. And perhaps this may work, perhaps she could find something to offer to Mr JOnes in exchange of his silence.
As Mr Jones wa stepping back form the door, Sarah was looking at him, bitting her lower lip... Her left hand went up and her finger slid in her cleavage, at that top unbutonned button. Like an innocent unwanted move. Pulling the blouse a bit down, exposing a little more of her lacy bra.

 

[Liplovinman]

It was almost a reflex, the way her hand moved along her body, perhaps a way she had undone men in the past. But he was not thinking about this at the moment, not concerned with the why, his eyes were too focused on the now.

"Sarah, please, do not make this any worse..." and as if on cute the button popped from the fabric hole, showing more of her bra than he had seen as she had tumbled to the floor. Her finger tracing the lace had him turning away.

He could not allow her to seduce him, not after he had seen the two of them moving closer to intercourse on his own couch. He moved his eyes away, looked down, only to see what was happening to him physically. She must have seen his cock looming larger in his slacks, guessed his state of arousal and moved in.

Before it could be assumed that he meant to take her, here, he opened the door. "Not a word about this, not to anyone." He was to the driveway in a flash and into his car. There might have been smoke, if the SUV had been capable.

 

[BlackTeen]

Sarah stood in the doorway, her hands feel along her sides. She closed the xdoor and returned to the living-room.
She had to forget it all, the consequences of all this could be terrible. She so much needed to forget this that she moved to the Jones' bar and poured herself a rum and coke. She drank it in front of a^some sopa on TV, her mind wandering wildly. Two glasses later, she had cleaned the glass and tried letting no trace of that drink. When the Jones entered the house, she was almost sleeping in front of a dumb TV series. She jumped up as the car came and she checked to be looking normal. She took a deep breath, pretending nothing had happened and looked at the hall where the door opened...

 

[Liplovinman]

He could not meet her eyes as he entered the house. Partly out of shame, but more out of embarrassment as he had kept the incident to himself. Sarah showed no sign of being upset, though as he glanced her way, he saw her eyes moving to his in the same moment.

It had been a strained evening, his wife was unhappy that they had missed the beginning of the show, he was distracted, which his wife picked up on the drive home. Twice, he had come close to telling her what he had seen, and twice he had thought better of it, concerned that his reaction might be cause for the girl to cry wolf.

Now, after and awkward 30 minute drive home, he would be spending time driving Sarah home. He'd thought about it all night...

It was 10 minutes later, as they walked to the car, not having exchanged a word, that he began to feel at least moderately comfortable with the idea - but he was less than confident that he would be able to somehow end employment with the girl without an explanation to his wife.

The had barely pulled out of the driveway, still, he wanted to cover what he needed to say.

"Sarah, about tonight, no one needs to know what occurred. I've thought about it and I think the best thing is that you don't return to our home any longer. I hope you understand."

 

[BlackTeen]

Sarah was waiting for something from Mr Jones. nothing came. Mrs Jones did all the payment and exchange about the kids thing. he kept in the back. When their eyes bet, Sarah looked elsewhere.
But then came this dreaded moment. Both of them alone in the car.

"Sarah, about tonight, no one needs to know what occurred. I've thought about it and I think the best thing is that you don't return to our home any longer. I hope you understand."

- no I don't mister Jones.

Her voice was low, slow...

- I... I thought about this and... Yes I did something bad, but this cannot be a counterweight to all the things I've done the right way.

She was feeling bolder from the rum. And she had nothing to loose.

- Mister Jones, I need this job, you know this. And you need me. I made a promise, you have to trust me on this, or try to find someone you may begin to put your trust in, but who will probably make things behind your back. I heard my friends and many of those who babysit have done things less good than what i did.

She took a deep breath...

- Besides, you told nothing to your wife. What do you want to tell her? If you haven't decided to do it yet, you won't. So please keep me on the job.

She tried a smile.

- And I've seen how much you appreciated looking at him when you left earlier. If you keep me, you'll have the opportunity to look at me again. Mister Jones, as I said, I'll do anything to keep the job.

her body probably went further than her mind, probably the alcohol wa sin it for something, but at that moment, she lightly rested er hand on his upper thigh. "Anything..." she whispered.

 

[Liplovinman]

The electricity that traveled up his thigh caused him to press down too hard on the gas, pushing them both back into their seats, and moving Sarah's hand further up his thigh. He regained control by pulling over and for a moment staring at her hand, which she did not move.

"Sarah, tonight was not the night to expose you to my wife..." He cleared his throat and went on. "The evening was already haphazard, but don't for a moment think I won't tell my wife and your parents."

He put his hand on hers, his first thought to remove it, but it rested there on it's own for a moment.

The words echoed in his ears... 'anything'.

"What did you mean by that, Sarah, what did you mean when you said anything." He could hope he understood...

 

[BlackTeen]

She felt the push, the sudden strength when he acceerated, and her hands went really high on his thigh. She bit her lower lip, suddenly wondering where this could lead. Was shedoing the right thing? Was this right?
She felt his hand on hers and realized he was going to push her away, letting her know she was only a child and he was married and she was a fool. But he kept her hand there. And she pressed her fingers a bit tighter against his inner thigh, very high along the thigh.

At his question, Sarah turned her face towards him.

- Anything, Mister Jones. You know you have something against me that you can use to do me harm. And I don't wanna be harmed. So I have to negotiate with anything I could use in order to prevent harm form coming to me.

Under his hand, her own moved a bit, her fingers caressing the inner thighs, moving slightly upwards.

 

[Liplovinman]

His mind flashed beyond this being a trap, she could undo him with an allegation, real or imagined, but it would tarnish her life if it turned out to be false.

He felt her hand, realizing that his hard on was growing down his thigh - meeting her fingers unless he moved her hand. He did so carefully, pushing it lower on his thigh.

"Sarah, you are an attractive woman,". He emphasized the words, so there was no mistaking his message. "I suppose I was thinking about free babysitting," he removed his hand from hers and carefully found her knee.

"After all, anything else would be improper, wouldn't it?"

 

[BlackTeen]

Sarah felt him push her hand... but not off his thigh, just lowrer. And his words had quite of a double meaning. The sound of his voice was also not as certain and strict as it should have been. A quick glance down showed her that something was stirring in his pants. She took a deep breath. What the heel was she thinking? What the hell was she doing? he was a gron up adult man with wife and kids and she just a little girl. But his hand on her knee felt warm, gentle, smooth... She parted her legs a bit when he put it there.

- When you say "anything else", Mr Jones, what do you have in mind?

 

[Liplovinman]

"What had you intended with the young man you allowed into our home tonight Sarah?". His hand stretched further than her knee and settled back to it again.

"I would certainly think that outcome would be out of the question.". There it ewas, he'd almost come out and asked her to sleep with him. No that would be absurd! But the thought of it hardened him quickly. It would be difficult not to notice - but as long as he didn't DO anything. It would all be teasing talk. Wouldn't it?

"For instance," he couldn't belive he was say it, "this," and his hand slid up her inner thigh, far too high, before slipping back to her knee, "would definitely be inapproproate!"

 

[BlackTeen]

- Well, Mister Jones, I'm not sure exactly what I intended to do with him, but was is sure is what he intended. I know he wanted to have sex with me. And ... well, I think I was ready for him.

She smiled sideways at him...

- After all, he's not my first man.

And oooh she loved his hand going up her thigh. After all, such a handsome grown up man taking interest in her, that was delicious.

"this would definitely be inapproproate!"

- Would it? Really?

She tried to put some disapointment in her voice. Sarah knew that mr JOnes wanted her. She was watching his cock hard in his pants, the large bulge. She moved her own hand farther up softly along his pants, the tip of his fingers brushing on the bulge, making it throb.

- As inappropriate as this?

 

[Liplovinman]

She was not toying with him - was that possible. She had seen the bulge in his pants, nothing could hide it now that their eyes were adjusting to the dark.

"Would it? Really?"

He loved the pout he heard, imagined it round and warm, a delightful place for his grown erection. He watched her glance down again, allowing him to understand her plainly. As her hand travelled just an inch further up, he felt the brush of her finger tips along his shaft. He became hyper aware of the throbbing in his cock, the twitch as he squeezed muscles together and allowed himself to stretch out completely. She had him very hard indeed.

"As inappropriate as this?"

He could not respond immediately, just allowed the sensation to travel from the sensitve flesh to his mind. He hadn't even given her the courtesy of asking again about being inappropriate, as his fingers moved forwad, sliding along her unclothed inner thigh, stopping as he felt the silky feel of her underwear - hmmm, thong or not, he wondered.

"Just as inappropriate Sarah, absolutely!" he left his fingers gently stroking near her sex, petting her there and wishing he could see...

 

[BlackTeen]

Sarah felt himj reach her panties and shurgged. He was really into this. He wanted it. He wasn't the married man anymore, he was jutst a horny man lost in lust. And she was feeling horny too. Such a handosme olde rman with all his experience, he wanted her?
She parted her thighs a bit, letting him touch the soft wilk that was getting hotter.
And she ran her fingertips along the bulge, reaching the zipper of his pants. She closed her finegrs on it and slowly began to pull it down. Now it was too late to turn back. Some voice in the back of her mind was axsking her how she had come ot this? How could she have done this? What kind of girl as she become? But she shut the voice down and her needs and sensations became stronger. She was really horny now and she felt her pussy heat and moisten...

 

[Liplovinman]

Chad was caught, there was no opportunity to change the flow of their exchange, he had expressed interest and she was clearly also interested, at least enough to allow him his way. He could not believe he was even in this position, after yelling at the girl for her pandering in his living room, to stroking a ever warming slice of heaven.

He felt her fingers move, crawling along the hardness of his cock to his zipper. As she began tugging, slowly, his fingers found the hot slice of her warmth, ready, wet and wanting. His fingers played along between the spread of her thighs. Touching her, he felt the moisture, she might have allowed him to touch, but something else was making her wet.

 

[BlackTeen]

Sarah gasped as Mr Jones played on her silky panties, pressing on them just over her sensitive wet hot cunt. She was enjoying this. it felt naughty... bad... he was going to cheat on his wife... but... that was good too. In fact the naughty and bad side of it made it even more arousing.

She pulled the zipper down completely, and lsid her hadn inside, finding the opening of his boxers, and closed her finegrs around his hard throbbing cock. As he was still driving, she amde only soft and slow moves, but she began caressing it.

 

[Liplovinman]

Chad lost sight of all he had to lose as his body responded to the young attractive, wet young lady with her hand buried in his slacks. She was not stroking him, but she was sizing him up - for what he had no idea, but her hand's arrival caused his fingers to slide beyond the slight protection of her panties, slick with her arousal, and along the seam of her pussy lips. He could feel how smooth and tight she must be, as he could only feel the two mounds to either side of her opening. No lips to tug, not open and wanting, wet and tight. He wanted to feel that warmth as well, but slowed his approach, she would have the opportunity to say no, until he could no longer hear her... He imagined the view, giving vision sense to his fingers, doing his best to imagine what this sweet prize might look like as he stroked up and down the length of her lips.