Caught on the Job

[glassfireflies]

Jenny Beauvais had long since been testing the limits of those around her. Up until recently, she had managed to get away with her devious escapades. The muffled moans of pleasure she suppressed from her late night visitors and the late nights she had spent sneaking out of her room had all been hidden entirely from her parents. Though one careless mistake her whole life was turned upside down.

She was in her graduating year of high school, in the last week before the sweet release of summer break. All year Jenny had set her temptress sights on her history teacher, casually licking her lips around him, bending near his desk and spreading her legs ever so slightly under her desk to allow him a viewing of her lace panties. It was all harmless fun for her though. Jenny was someone that liked a challenge when it came to her sexual endeavours. She loved the thrill of achieving someone that seemed unattainable. Getting their climax was her victory. So on the second last day of classes Jenny decided to go for it. Perched naked except for a neck tie in his office, she waited for his arrival. His arrival greeted both of them with pleasure; though in the rush of it all they had forgotten to lock the door. The Principal had found the two, doggy style fucking in his office, each cumming as hard as they could. Needless to say, the teacher was fired and Jenny was expelled from her public school, forbidden to graduate.

Which explained why Jenny was now stuck in this babysitting job, forcing the nineteen year old to come back to high school an extra year. Even worse now was she was forced to attend a prestigious, strict public school. Her parents were attempting to reform her to take on more responsibility for her actions, setting her up with this current babysitting job. The parents were part of the upper class and paid her plentifully, especially considering she was told she would be called in to work very late nights.

Though now the little brat Marcus was running around in a sugar high, casting toys across the living room as Jenny lounged on the couch caught up in her daydreams. Though a babysitting job was something you’d expect young teenagers to be doing, Jenny was far beyond that, with a woman’s body to match. She mournefully looked at the summer sun peaking through the window, grazing over her golden, sunkissed legs. She was unaware of proper babysitting attire and had merely dressed for the hot weather. Jenny chose a denim skirt that hugged the curves of her ass, low enough to allow her hip bones to poke through, but short enough to allow the curves of her thighs to be at optimal view. She topped it off with a red vneck t-shirt, that fit modestly, however because of the size of her 34 D breasts, it fitted, almost obscenely snugly around her chest though she preferred it that way. Jenny’s long, voluminous raven coloured hair cascaded over her chest now though as she laid back on the couch, fluttering her eyelids closed over her blue eyes, her full, rosy lips pursed in annoyance at the volume of the child. Her every appearance oozed the traits of a seductive temptress, though a sense of sweetness offset it by the delicate locket that rested between her cleavage.

Suddenly though her blue eyes widened in shock as the sound of the doorbell pierced through her ears, interrupting her day dreaming. A panicked expression spread across her face. The parent weren’t supposed to be home for another three hours, there was no way this could be them, she had left the place a mess! Trying to calm herself down she called out, “Just a minute,” As she chased Marcus trying to grab him and at least settle him down. The toys and dishes scattered everywhere would have to stay as they were for now, as Jenny smoothed her hair away from her face took a deep breath and carefully opened the door, though to her surprise, it was very much not the parents waiting on the other side.
(Sorry this took me longer than expecting. I know the actual post is a bit lengthy, but I hope this works alright! )

 

[RPerMan]

Éric’s footsteps barely made a sound as he made his way through the silent locker room. He had just finished a late night work-out, and the only people left were a few wanna-bes installed for the long haul, their huge muscles lifting tiny weights as they clenched their teeth tightly. Éric wondered how they could even carry the suplements that gave them such large (yet useless) muscles. He was about to enter the showers, when the beeping of his ringtone came to his ears. He opened up his locker again and took the call. For a few minutes only his voice broke the silence in the room.

“Hey Gabe, what’s up? … A babysitter? Good, glad you and Karen can finally getting out for once in a- … What? … You didn’t tell her to not give Marcus sugar? … Yeah, I agree you might lose your babysitter. So what, you want me to send her home and take care of him? … Yeah, I suppose she mustn’t have a ride at this time of night. … Listen bro. I’ll head down and give her a hand with the kid, just calm down. I’ll give her a ride home once he falls asleep and I’ll tip her nicely, it’ll all work out. … Ok. … Jessie? … Oh, ok, Jenny. … Sure, see you tonight.”

He ended the call and sighed. He wasn’t particularly happy to need to keep an eye on Marcus, but usually his highs were short, and once he was asleep, there was no waking him up. Besides, he was happy his brother was getting out again, despite his turbulent son. They had grown apart physically, Gabriel being 32, married and calm, and Éric being his little brother by 10 years, sleeping with a new girl as often as it rained, but they remained close.

He removed the towel as he stepped into the shower placing it on a small hook near the entrance of the stall and turned on the water.

The cabin was made entirely with mirrors, not only to make it look more spacey but also to let people look at themselves. Éric had never been the type of narcissist who revelled over his own body, but he couldn’t deny that he had an amazing appearance. Dedicated to staying in shape and to keep doing as many sports as he could, even being injured in football. (He had no longer the choice to play contact sports or not.)

Somewhere just above 6 feet, Éric had a great body. He was covered in sinuous, chiselled muscle, the compact, powerful flesh that moved his body formed smooth yet hard planes over his body. He obviously wasn’t just a muscle-head, he was an agile, healthy athlete. His skin was nice and tan, even below the waist- most of the girls he spent time with liked seeing his entire body exposed to the sun., especially down there. Shaved neatly, but not entirely, his crotch was home to a woman’s eye-candy. (Despite that when it came to passing to the act, many got cold feet.) His thick, unnaturally long member and surprisingly large balls slapped against his strong thighs, devoid of any excess fat, just like the rest of his muscled body.

As the flow automatically cut itself off, he grabbed his towel, drying out his dark brown, short hair and the strong line of his freshly shaved, handsome face. His hazel eyes looked back at him in his own reflection. He always had a small, playful, devilishly enticing smile at the end of his mouth, and there was no exception in this case as he cleaned himself off, putting on a pair of dark blue, baggy jeans, a white dress shirt with a similar fit. He rolled the sleeves up, leaving a few buttons undone to cope with the heat, revealing the small cleft between his powerful pecs, as he laced on some white basket-ball shoes and stuffed his things int his sports bag.

Before long, he was at the door, ringing the doorbell. He could hear the voice of the babysitter, asking him for a minute. He waited as he heard Marcus settle down just a tad, as she came and opened the door.

The beauty behind it wasn’t his idea of a babysitter. His jaw almost dropped when he spoke, though he kept his composure. “Um, hi I’m Éric. I’m Gabriel’s little brother, he sent me to help you with Marcus… Sorry about him, Gabe just realized a second ago that he had omitted to tell you about the mix sugar and his son made.”

He took the Toddler’s hand, who hadn’t peeped a sound since his uncle walked in, looked around the house, noticing the dishes and toys scattered around.

“Well, looks like you were able to keep him relatively controlled. I’ll give you a hand cleaning up.”

He kneeled down next to Marcus. “Hey Marc… Can you go and try to calm down in your room while me and Ms. Jenny clean up the house?”

He nodded vigorously, mumbling goodnight to the both of them. Éric scruffed a hand into the little boys hair, lighting a smile onto his face as he energetically tip-toed to his room, in that way only children can.

Éric shrugged looking to say that he had no idea why the child respected his authority so much, even more than his parent’s.

“I have to apologize, this must’ve been a pretty long evening with him in that state… I’ll drive you home as soon as he stops moving around in there. (Indeed, the child despite his efforts to stay calm, still made a noticeable amount of noise in his room.) I’ll start picking up around here… Care for something to drink? It’s on me. We might as well relax, it might take a while before he settles down.”

 

[glassfireflies]

Needless to say, neither of the two was expecting the sight they found on the other side of the door. Jenny allowed her eyes to ravage his figure for a moment, trying to take in every contour of muscle that showed beneath his clothing, before her eyes landed on his handsome face, from the chiselled jaw to the mesmorizing hazel eyes.
Well, well, well this was not who she expected to open to the door for.

Regardless, she was good at not letting her attraction or surprise show on her face immediately. This was what she thrived on, allowing herself to take someone she should have no sexual relations with and then have them on their back begging for another round. She wondered to herself how long it would take her to get this new man, Éric into that compromising position.

Though she had to cut her planning short as she was expected to return the favour of holding up her side of the conversation, rather than mentally imagining the two of them horizontal. “Surprise me.” Jenny said, shrugging her shoulders and offering a smile to him as she answered his question about the drink. She continued on though in attempting to introduce herself, inching towards the living room where the mess was so that she could help clean up at least as well.

“I’m Jenny though. And look this is all so, so kind of you to come over and help clean and offer to drive me home, but I don’t want you to waste your night here with me. At the very least let me repay you in some way!” Jenny said as if the idea just hit for her to be courteous and polite towards him. She knew the male mind would instinctively jump to a dirty form of punishment, though no one would ever dare come outright and say it. Besides it was all said in that sweet like honey voice of hers that assured him it all innocent, despite her knowing just the opposite. She bit her lip tentatively as she offered a smile to him, brushing her wavy dark hair off her chest.

 

[RPerMan]

“I’m Jenny though. And look this is all so, so kind of you to come over and help clean and offer to drive me home, but I don’t want you to waste your night here with me. At the very least let me repay you in some way!”

Éric caught the sexual idea, and, as if Jenny needed an even bigger surprise tonight, went with it on a casual tone.

“Oh no, I’m staying here tonight either way. And besides. Nothing bad has ever come from an attractive girl owing me a favour.” He said with a chuckle, in his mind, wondering if he might just have a chance with this girl before his brother got home. Every minute that Marcus was still awake shortened his window for the actual act, but not for flirting or teasing. And besides, if Gabe and Karen started going out, he was sure he’d see her again.

He picked up a few plates and wrappers from the floor, thinking about how her innocent tone didn’t fit with her downright sexy attire, his wonders growing even more as she leaned over, her amazing cleavage showing as she took just a bit too much time picking up a toy. Was she trying to get a reaction from him? He sure hoped so. If she was the flirty type, he’d definitely be able to get her to want to see him again. He placed the dishes in the dish washer, throwing away remains of a broken glass, as he swept up the floor carefully, keeping his eyes on Jenny.

He didn’t notice, and probably wouldn’t believe it if he did, but she just needed a little more to have him eating out of her hand. Or anywhere else. He could feel his pants tighten just a little. He just mildly excited, his length still soft, but his immense, overabundant size made for a noticeable section of straight fabric in his left, baggy pant leg. Never the less, he gathered toys as quickly as possible, noticing that, there really wasn’t that much stuff left to pick up. He mostly said what he had said about it being “under-control” to make both the boy and jenny feel better about themselves, but he hadn’t believed it up until now.

Soon there was just 2 or three toys left on the floor and a picture frame that had fallen off of the windowsill. It showed Éric, shirtless, his football equipment in one hand, his game pants snug on his legs, a huge smile lighting up his face as he appeared to eagerly shove the game ball at the camera. Next to him was Gabe, on the other side his wife, her stomach beginning to swell with a child. He couldn’t remember who had taken the picture. Probably one of his many “short-term” girlfriends.

He set it back up, going over to the kitchen table as jenny took care of the last toys.

“How does some good white wine sound?”

 

[glassfireflies]

Jenny smirked slightly at his words. Though there was really nothing of true meaning to them, they were full of depth that seemed to hint that he understood what she was saying. Owing a favour had never sounded so good.

So Jenny busied herself by putting the last few toys in the toy chest. Though they were still keeping their respective distance, it didn’t mean Jenny couldn’t offer him an eyeful or two. Always careful to bend at the hips as she picked up the toys, she would take her time in slowly reaching the floor, before perkily snapping back up again, allowing herself to add a spring in her step to ensure that her breasts bounced cheekily, threatening the plunging neckline of her shirt to work doubletime to keep everything concealed.

She tested her limits a little bit more, by facing her backside to him while she put away the toys. Once again she bent at her hips to toss the toys into the ornate little toy chest. She smiled slightly to herself, wondering how much her skirt lifted when she bent, and just how much of her backside could be revealed to Éric if he had the audacity to look. Though there was something about his overall demeanor that seemed to tell her that Éric wasn’t one of the guys that always played nice and by the rules. Perhaps he wanted this just as bad as she did. And after all, he said he was staying the night…

“White wine sounds wonderful.” Jenny called out, stepping back into the kitchen to join him as he poured the glasses. Her attention needless to say was caught by the bulge that was now visible to her at the side of his left leg. She couldn’t help but look impressed upon it as the length surprised her. Concealed under thick jean, it still appeared to be larger than anything Jenny had dreamed of taking on. Realizing he must have noticed where her gaze had landed, she decided to be forward and simply raze her blue eyes to meet his hazel, a quick smirk of approval flashing across her face before she changed the subject.

“So are you really into football then?” Jenny asked, walking towards the picture of him, shirtless in his equipment that he had just put away. She fingered the edges of the frame lightly as she tried to make small talk. But if the photo was any indication of what he still looked like under the white button up, she was in for a nice treat.

 

[RPerMan]

“White wine sounds wonderful.

Éric felt Jenny’s eyes look down towards his crotch and for a second his heart stopped beating- Though the slight part between her tender lips showed her surprise, the half-veil of her eyes in the following second, her anticipation. As her eyes grazed up his shirt, the lines separating each group of tan muscles beneath almost visible. Their eyes met and when she smirked, he smiled back.

“Glad to know that you’re into this type of thing…” He said as he poured the wine, fully conscious of the double meaning- And quite sure that the words between the lines spoke louder than he did.

He continued pouring the wine. It had a very milky touch to its colour, and from the intricate design of the bottle, and the care with which he handled it, not wasting a single drop, one could only guess how much it was worth. He took a nice long look at her round, firm backside as she walked over. Even the slight tilt she needed to look at the picture revealed the edge of the curve of the aforementioned backside. With a little bit of concentration he forced himself to not get lulled away by her physique. With a little luck, he soon felt the shade of an erection he had felt earlier subside.

“So are you really into football then?”

Éric walked up behind her, his crotch just barely skimming over the smooth surface of her skirt, so faintly it could be dismissed as a breeze.

He handed her her glass of wine, passing his arm beneath hers to reach towards the picture, subtly, almost subconsciously prompting her to come a little closer.

“I used to be. I was injured last year, just a game or two after this one. At first they though it’d be temporary, but no, my football days are over. I still like to do some other sports though. I’ve started some martial arts, a bit of boxing, track running, snowboarding, mountain biking- You name it. I even coach football every time I can free myself up, at a private high school, just a couple blocks away from here. I’m still studying and only go coach when I can, so I’m not eligible to get paid for it, but I just can’t get enough of that goddamn sport.”

He looked down at the picture (and her generous cleavage,) setting it down before moving away, taking a seat on the couch. He motioned her to sit down with him.

“What about you, what are you into?” He asked, once again conscious of the double meaning of his words, even though, this time, the subtle message was just a little tease.

 

[glassfireflies]

Jenny could cut the sexual tension with a knife it was almost unbearable. She wanted to allow her primal instincts to take over, picturing herself straddling across right there on the table. But at last she needed to hold her composure.

For now at least. It was all about timing with these things.

Though her ears perked up at the sexual, double meaning that hid beneath his words. Every inch of his body language and tone hinted that he wanted her, or at least that one part of her. It was just a matter of who made the first move now. But this back and forth made things interesting.

As he drew her in towards the picture and his explanation though, her eyes appreciatingly looked down at the picture. Her eyes had shifted back ever so slightly when she felt the faintest graze on her skirt, realizing now it was that no doubt magnificent member that had teased her ever so slightly. She returned the favour though by casually brushing her chest against his arm, her mind focussed on his every word in case she could pick up on anymore innuendos to chime in on.

“I even coach football every time I can free myself up, at a private high school, just a couple blocks away from here.”

Her ears tuned in on this though, wondering if it could in fact be her own school he was speaking of, knowing it to was a few blocks down. “Private school you said? You don’t by any chance mean Wilson Green Prep do you?” Jenny asked, eager to here the answer. If so she would have to make sure to make a trip down to the football fields…

“What about you, what are you into?”

Jenny merely smiled at the double meaning, wondering if he knew have of the things he said played in this sexual way through her mine. She took a sip of her wine, savouring the taste of the expensive liquid, knowing a few more and she was bound to loosen up, wondering if that was his idea anyways. She curled up on the couch though, resting on the side of her hips so that her body could face him fully. Jenny rested one arm on the top, of the couch, supporting her head as she looked intently at him.

“Myself? I’m into just about anything. I dabble in the arts, yoga, dance…” She listed drifting off, knowing from the way she sat her cleavage was no doubt being pressed together, every gesture she made with her hands as she spoke exaggerating it more so. “And of course seducing men I shouldn’t be caught with.” Jenny finished, sipping her wine to hide her smile, her eyes watching him from over the glass. “You wouldn’t want to fall into that category though, know would you.” She finished, wondering what kind of reaction her words would stir up.

 

[RPerMan]

“Private school you said? You don’t by any chance mean Wilson Green Prep do you?”

Éric nodded and pulled her closer, as if to be able to look down into her eyes this way,, though at the same time he pulled her backside against his soft, nevertheless impressive, length, cupping himself in the small cleft between her butt cheeks, his arm below her breasts, full-on holding up their soft, warm weight, her back rubbing against the hard planes of his muscled body, before releasing her as he took a seat on the couch

Éric sat lazily on the couch, one arm over the top of it, the other, taking his weight, on the arm, his legs strewn across the floor to his comfort. And of course this gave him a perfect view of her cleavage, which he probably looked at more than her face and eyes, and without the least reserve or shame.

“And of course seducing men I shouldn’t be caught with. You wouldn’t want to fall into that category though, now would you?”

He took another sip of his wine, emptying his glass as he mulled over her words. Whether she had noticed or not, pulling her little stunt, she had almost emptied her own glass as well. He stood up, politely taking her glass, as he walked over to the kitchen.

“That’s a tough question to answer Jenny. Lemme think about a good way to answer, while I pour us some more wine. We’re gonna have to cut on the white though, it’s a rare bottle.” He said, pouring them both some red wine, in different glasses than the white wine, of course, handing her’s as he walked back, sitting down just about at the same place.

“Well that’s all relative now, isn’t it? I mean, are you any good at not getting caught? Am I really someone you shouldn’t be caught with?” He paused taking a sip of his wine. It had a much stronger taste, probably had much more alcohol in it, as it was an older bottle, but was still an excellent wine to the taste.

“If I did fall into that category, would it be worth my while?” He asked with a smirk. “See, now those, are good questions.”

 

[glassfireflies]

Jenny held on to her glass of wine loosely, her attention far more captivated by Éric’s presence. She had since changed her position to leaning ever so more into him, taking note that he stared shamelessly down her cleavage. She decided to pronounce it even more for him, having slid closer down to the couch now, so as he sat she was practically resting her cleavage against him.

She felt her nipples erect in remembrance of the feeling of her ass being wedged ever so gently by his cock, his hands having pushing up her cleavage in a way he must have been fully aware of what he was doing.

Now it was her time to tease though since she knew the thin lace bra she wore did little to conceal her hard nipples now. So with her eyes still locked on his, she allowed her nipples to graze softly against his arm.

“ I mean, are you any good at not getting caught? Am I really someone you shouldn’t be caught with? If I did fall into that category, would it be worth my while?”

Jenny smiled to herself as she prepared her answers. “Those are some good questions. One’s that deserve my answers as bluntly as they be given. First of all, I don’t get caught. Ever.” Jenny said, blatantly lying though he never needed to know the real reason she was being forced into this job. “Secondly, I don’t exactly think my employer would enjoy me, and excuse me for lack of a better word, fucking his brother in his house.” Jenny said, with a slight laugh at the thought.

“And thirdly,” Jenny began, her voice lowering as she spoke, bringing herself closer to him with every breath she took, not once unlocking her eyes from him. Now she had allowed herself to fully press her bursting cleavage against his arm and partly on the hard planes of his muscles on his own stomach. “I assure you it will be well worth your while.” Jenny finished her voice now a whisper. Her fingers started at his knees as she trailed them further up his leg, inching closer to his cock. Though she smiled to herself as her fingers didn’t have to work too far up his leg before they reached his lengthy manhood, playing just around his head over the jeans. Her chest moved further towards him, not watching where she was really rubbing against him.

 

[RPerMan]

Éric could clearly feel her turgid nipples rubbing up against him, and despite that it was a a tease itself, it was much more manifest. He was noticing how she was gradually losing her superior, teaser attitude and was slowly revealing how much she wanted something to happen. He wrapped his arm around her as she inched closer, laying his hand firmly against her tight, round ass.

“Those are some good questions. One’s that deserve my answers as bluntly as they be given. First of all, I don’t get caught. Ever. Secondly, I don’t exactly think my employer would enjoy me, and excuse me for lack of a better word, fucking his brother in his house. And thirdly, I assure you it will be well worth your while.”

As Jenny pressed her chest onto him, having leaned forwards so much she was practically crawling on her hands and knees to get to him, one hand shakily holding her wine glass, the other stroking him through his pants, her lusty voice was that of a woman who needed a good fucking, he couldn’t help himself than take in some excitement, his cock straining hard against the fabric of his jeans.

For a moment he worried, wondering if she would be keen to try taking all of him, or even a part of him. Too often he had reached this point and messed up, but she seemed loosened up by the alcohol, and just hungry for some cock. Despite all these changes inside him, his exterior façade didn’t waver.

A sly grin twisted his lips as he realized her hand, his had been rubbing more or else the same spot on his jeans was now not touching his head at all. He pulled her a bit closer, as if to incite her to come and straddle his laps rather than crawl on the couch to get to him.

(Sorry for the short post... Short night, after a long night...)

 

[glassfireflies]

Jenny knew exactly what she was doing though she realized she had lost more control than she had wanted to with Éric. She usually liked to tease and tease within an inch of her life before she snapped back to a normal stature. It caused the man to come to her. Though today was different. Everything about Éric drew her in, making her want him more than she could’ve expected. And as he pulled to bring her in closer she knew she couldn't resist him anymore. She needed every inch of him right now.

But she couldn't give in that easily, not when there was so much at stake. Noticing he tried to pull her closer, she allowed him at first. Jenny lifted one thigh to bring over his own, her arm then resting across his solid chest as she played with his white collar. She let her eyes glaze over every inch of his flawless physique bringing her leg further across as if to straddle him, her mouth parting ever so slightly as she inhaled, moving towards his lips.

Then just like that a cruel little smile appeared as she said, "I better go check on Marcus." And with that Jenny snapped back up into place, having no intention on checking up on Marcus. She wanted to stay in control though she knew it was incredibly cruel to tease a man like that. Most of the time it meant the man would want her even more, though a few times they had lost there temper or made her pay for her teasing when they finally had sex. She hoped he wouldn't be too angry with her as she went to stand up.

Having forgotten she had her wine glass still in her hand though, as she brought her arm back off of his chest, the glass of red wine slipped between her fingers. In horror she felt like she watched it in slow motion, gasping as it cascaded down the front of his otherwise pristine shirt. A gasp escaped her mouth as she tried to catch it, her leg instinctively moving towards the fall so as to not get anymore on him though some of it dropped on the hem of her skirt.

"My god! I am so sorry Éric, ,I don't know why I'm so clutzy!" Jenny gushed, standing up and picking up the glass, looking down in relief that none had gotten on the couch or carpet. Luckily or unfortunately all the wine had been absorbed mostly on his shirt and some on her skirt. Looking down on the red stain she shook her head.

"I'll fix this I swear!" She said, running to the kitchen to wet a towel, bringing it back to the living room as she didn't think twice before trying to rub away the stain from his shirt.

(No problem! It was still really good)

 

[RPerMan]

(I'm really unsure about the content of my psot... It feels like I rushed ahead way too quickly. if you think we should play out the moment at a slower pace, just tell me and I'll edit my post ASAP.)


"I better go check on Marcus."

Éric blinked once or twice before he understood what was happening, at which point a wry smile crawled over his lips. He knew she had practiced her little temptress act, and now, it was truly performed. He couldn’t help but notice a slight incertitude within her though -he could well imagine how most men could want some payback after that- but assumed that the unusual change of pace that his size would bring to her, would be enough on its own.

He let her stand up before moving, her cleavage swaying nicely… The next second, red wine was all over his shirt, the edge of her skirt, both of them stains that would need immediate washing, the wine glass safe in his hands.

"My god! I am so sorry Éric, I don't know why I'm so clutzy!"

Éric handed her the glass, which she carried back to the kitchen. As she did so, he kept an open ear. Marcus was most definitely asleep. Sound asleep. He smirked a little inside.

"I'll fix this I swear!"

Éric grabbed her hand gently as she spread out the stain over his shirt, pulling her to him softly, her ample bosom pressing against him. “Jenny, relax, it’s okay… This stain won’t come out with that towel anyways, I’ll throw this thing into the wash, and it’ll be fine.” He said, absolutely calm, slightly amused by her anxiety, as opposed to her earlier image of the powerful succubus.

He grabbed the towel, rubbing against her skirt to see if the material would be stained in the same way, his thumb rubbing on the outside, two fingers rubbing on the inside… teasingly near to her orifice. The stain really wasn’t so bad, but Éric decided to play on it.

“Well, I guess I’ll throw my shirt into the washing machine… If you give me your skirt, I’ll wash it at the same time… Because I don’t think I can get that stain out unless I do it now…” He said with a smirk, deciding a little tempting act of his own couldn’t hurt.

He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing to her that his physique was only nicer than before. He simulated a stretch, revealing the entirety of his body, as he walked over to the laundry room, loading up the washing machine with soap and a stain removal sachet. He turned to her, as she followed, and gave her, subtly yet proficiently, another amazing look at his body.

“Well, if you want to take that stain out; just throw in your skirt, and you can go see upstairs if Karen has anything that’ll fit you in her things. I wouldn’t think so, but hey, it’s worth a shot, right?” he said with a devilish wink. Passing by Marcus’ room, he confirmed that the infant was asleep, yet another good idea making its way into his mind.

“Well, Marc is finally sleeping, so if in 20 minutes he’s still sleeping I’ll drive you home.”

He looked at the droplets of wine on his chest that remained, the fruity, high class alcohol starting to get a little sticky. “I should take a shower before I drive. You know, to sober up.” He mused, knowing full-well that the amount of alcohol within him meant nothing to someone of his stature.

“If you need anything while I’m in the shower, just knock!” he yelled over his shoulder, leaving her in the laundry room.

Of course, she wouldn’t knock, as it was rather hard to knock if he left the door to the bathroom wide open.
In the silent, immaculate bathroom, he undressed efficiently, sure that she was still in the laundry room. His flaccid length hung between his legs, and he smirked as he looked at his one and only tattoo; running over his hip bone, there were three symbols- with two meanings.

XXX- One, much less important was his jersey number, thirty, in roman numerals, and secondly, it was the well known symbol of an “adult situation”. He rubbed his fingers against it as he turned on the water, letting it flow at a nice, steamy temperature before stepping in.

 

[glassfireflies]

Jenny couldn’t help but smile at this new situation that had arisen. Everything was falling into place in a way she didn’t expect and yet she knew she couldn’t have planned it anymore perfectly. Her minor freak out with spilling the red wine showed she wasn’t exactly as in control of her seductress ways but she knew exactly how to get on top again. Even though it could very well mean getting on top of him.

“If you need anything while I’m in the shower, just knock!”

His voice rang back to her from upstairs. Marcus was sleeping and would most likely be for a while, though she didn’t want to risk him waking up anyways. If she was going to make a move on Eric she was going to have to make it now. Besides, he had basically already instructed her to strip off her skirt. Why would she hesitate in taking off a little bit more?

Hearing the water begin to run from upstairs, she shimmied out of the tight denim skirt. She tossed it in the washing machine with his own stained shirt. She was surprised in herself at how turned on she was getting just at the thought of his shirtless body, how toned and flawless his physique was. How strong and capable it looked. Capable of letting her feel truly fulfilled and satisfied.

Swallowing all her inhibitions, she knew the true temptress in her was begging to be let out. So with a smirk to herself she pulled the red V-neck off her body and on top of the washing machine. She excitingly crept out of the laundry room and up the stairs to the bathroom, fully aware that she was now walking in only a lacy bra and thong in someone else’s house, the child able to wake up at any moment or the parents able to make a surprise visit home early. Though she was only thinking with her sexual desires now, and not rationally as she saw the glow of steam trailing out of the opened bathroom door.

The water running of the shower called to her. With three steps closer she had already tossed her bra to the floor, letting her full D breasts bounce perkily in all their glory. Down her taut stomach, with a few more steps she soon revealing her neatly trimmed pussy, tossing the thong to the side without a care in the world. All she could think about was Eric’s naked body so close to her.

Stepping inside, she took one last breath, pretending to knock on the side of the shower wall just to announce herself. Though she knew her naked body would make a much better announcement for what she wanted than a little knock. So with great courage and a sly smile on her face, she peeled across the curtain of the shower and tapped his shoulder, one hand cocked on her hip.

“This is what you’ve been wanting, right?” Jenny said, knowing she must have read the signs right. Now there would be no turning back though, as she looked down in disbelief at how large his even limp cock was between his strong thighs. She could’ve gotten in over her head with this, but her entire body stood alert in anticipation of just how much she could take of him.

 

[RPerMan]

A sigh escaped Éric’s lips as the jet of hot water cascaded down his tense muscles and back. He took in a deep breath, fully inclined to come out of the shower cool and level headed. Despite that he had already showered properly before leaving the gym he took out the bottle of body wash and scrubbed the rock hard planes of his body, the mix of residual soap and water giving an oily glimmer to his athletic body. He quickly rinsed, going over his genitals patiently, thinking of what might be to come. Hopefully his sheer size wouldn’t scare her off. He’d seen it happen once too many times, but a girl as sexually hungry as Jenny, rarely. He grabbed his limp dick with his right hand. The head, and about an inch to spare dropped out from his already wide hand. He chuckled in memory of a girl who had seen his limp size and thought he was hard. He let it go, grabbing his heavy, huge balls. Other past memories invaded his mind, and he had he thought to himself that, despite the girls who squirmed in fear, having a naturally immense member had the greatest perks.

He broke free of his little moment of narcicism and returned to rinsing off his body.

Éric had no idea Jenny had came in. Éric had no idea that she had moved up behind him. Even the change in light when she silently moved the curtain aside didn’t make it’s way to his mind. He only realized her presence when she tapped his shoulder. The surprise caused his eyes to widen and his muscles to clench visibly. Yet he quickly understood the situation. He turned around slowly, a smug grin on his face.

“This is what you’ve been wanting, right?”

He couldn’t stop himself from admiring her body. Her thin athletic legs, firm, round ass, the neatly trimmed landing strip, (which he thought for a second to be shaped as an arrow pointing down towards) her pink, obviously waxed slit. Her body only seemed to get better as he looked up her taut, smooth stomach and thin waist, her round, perky (appetizing) tits, her locket innocently resting between them, all covered in a seamless, sunkissed tan. To complete the picture, her mouth quickly wavered from hesitation to a slightly agape position, where her full round lips made a surprised oval, her white teeth nibbling on the tip of her alluring pink tongue. He watched her absent-mindedly move away a strand of her ebony hair, revealing wide-open eyes intently staring at his manhood.

“That’s a rhetorical question, right?” He asked with a chuckle, turning off the flow of hot water, steam shrouding the glass stall and different mirrors around the room. He simply looked into her eyes, his own being glazed with barely controlled lust as he stood in check right in front of her, leaving her the first move.

 

[glassfireflies]

“That’s a rhetorical question, right?”

Jenny cocked an eyebrow at this statement, a smirk of approval playing at the corners of her full red lips. “You bet.” She replied as the water was turned off and the steam seemed to surround them completely in an entirely different world. Though the steam in question was nothing compared to the heat shared between their bodies, as Jenny took one step towards him.

She was well aware she had a body men lusted for and girls envied. Her entire figure was smooth and soft as it trailed over all her feminine curves, yet there was not a hint of excess fat on her body. Though there was no denying she was just as turned on by Eric’s flawless body, as her pert, pink nipples became hard before her, her teeth sensually nibbling on her bottom lip.

His body would be envied by the gods as it was nothing but tanned muscle expertly toned and arranged. His chiselled jaw line had only hinted at what was to come beneath as the hard cuts of his abs were distinct of hard work and dedication. Though what the toned muscle at his hip bones led to was far more impressive yet also far more shocking.

Jenny couldn’t have even imagined his manhood would be of this size, even after having thought she saw a pretty distinct outline beneath his trousers. She worried for only a second of what she had gotten herself into, though knew she was far from passing it up at this point. She’d already led him, and herself to far already. Jenny needed to be satisfied, despite how intimidating his size was.

“Well someone’s been blessed haven’t they.” Jenny said, not being able to help herself from commenting on the size of his cock, as her blue eyes pointed downwards then back up to his own eyes full of lust. Her voice had broken the otherwise silent bathroom, the only audible sound from the serenely foggy shower was there increased breathing rate and the sound of the remaining drips of water leaking from the tap.

She took one more step towards him so her breasts were mere inches from rubbing against him, though she stopped herself, wanting to see how long this tension could last before they lost control. Her hand raised above her as she brought her fingertips down onto the side of his face. Her index finger skated down his cheek and neck as it followed a droplet of water that cascaded over his body. Her delicate finger chased after it as it danced across his chest down his stomach and to the very base of his cock. It was only then she fully realized this was only the size of his member when it wasn’t completely hard yet.

 

[RPerMan]

“Well someone’s been blessed haven’t they?”

“That would be you.” Éric replied with a smug grin, his strong arms grabbing her tight ass a pulling her up against him, her soft pussy lips sensuously rubbing against the flaccid beast her hand had found. Éric looked down into her eyes, his excitement, and his cock along with it, growing by the second. He could feel it lengthen, harden as it began to press harder and harder against her quivering pussy lips. Keeping a firm hold on her ass, keeping her pressed against his manhood. He remembered feeling faint when he was younger, due to the amount of blood that went to filling him up. That was a terrible feeling. Feeling sick and light headed as soon as you started to feel pleasure, was flat out torture as far as he was concerned.

But now, he pumped blood into his shaft without a care in the world, as their hips gently grinded into one another, her full breasts pressing into his muscular chest, her nipples prodding gently as their sexual staredown continued.

Truth was, Éric was aching to fuck her. But he could tell from the increasing wetness against his straining erection that she was as well. The dripping was incessant, reminding him of how little time he was managing to hold on for.

“Drip, drip, drip” went the faucet- “Snap!” went his resolve as he picked her up off the ground and going to the guest room just a door away, practically hurling her onto the bed as he kneeled onto the mattress spreading her legs and lowering down his face.

“It’s up to you Jenny. Either you give me head, or I will fucking devour your cunt.” He said with a hungry smile, licking his lips.

 

[glassfireflies]

The tension that built in the silence of the shower had electrified every cell in her body, making her ready for everything that was in store. And in that moment she really was ready for everything, and according to her body the night had just begun. Though of course, time was ticking and despite not wanting to admit this, even to herself, she knew the pair of them only had a limited amount of time to break this tension and get what they knew they both wanted.

It didn’t make things any better as Éric pulled her closer, pressing her pussy against his straining cock, letting her feel as it became harder and harder. Even Jenny knew this was nothing compared to what was to come, as her eyes drifted down, biting her lip in anticipation. She had to hold in everything she had to not spread her legs that extra inch and take him in, let him go where his cock so badly needed.

Though just as suddenly as she was about to snap, Éric had already done so and was picking her up off her feet and tossing her down onto the bed. She giggled with excitement at this rough play. Her eyes narrowed slightly as her mouth formed a smile, watching as he licked his lips.

“..or I will fucking devour your cunt.”

Now how could she ever dream of saying no to that?

“What are you waiting for? The green light’s already come so go for it.” Jenny said, since he was already perfectly in position, spreading her legs slightly more for him as she propped herself up by her elbows.

“If you’re good, I just might return the favour.” She finished, with a wink and a smile, knowing it would take everything in her to suck him off once she saw what his full length was completely hard. Right now though every part of her body called out for him, as she laid her back down flat and closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come.

 

[RPerMan]

Éric barely heard her, practically entranced by her delicate pussy lips, already moist with excitement. He placed his hand on her smooth, thin thighs, holding her legs spread as he started with one slow, long lick, ending with a quick flick of his tongue onto her clit. He mulled the taste of her pink gash, and that of the fluids coating it with a lusty look in his eyes, looking up at her, her words coming to mind. “If you’re good, I just might return the favour." He felt his massive extension throb beneath him at the thought, licking his lips.

“Well, I think I’ll earn my keep…” he said with a smirk- generally he pushed his sexual partners to orgasm in record time- as it turned out, giving good oral warmed up thoughts about taking his girth.

He stretched out his thumbs spreading them from the base of her legs to her clit, his large hands making the stretch to poke and squeeze her rosy bud as his tongue licked tentatively, quickly looking for unusual hotspots, before thrusting his tongue into her depths, tongue fucking hr quickly before pulling out to gently blow on her quivering lips, causing the slightest of tingles that would soon build into an overwhelming sensitivity.

He shifted his hands, this time, penetrating her with his index fingers as his tongue got to work on her clit, starving for stimulation. Keeping an abnormal rhythm going with his fingers, on that matched the movements of his tongue, he pulled back to spit a little, spreading her legs again as he punished her sexual core with nothing but his mouth. His warm breath against her, his tongue frantically licking up and down her opening, using his upper teeth, sometimes together with his tongue, sometimes without, to nip and squeeze her clit.