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By Eden Saturn

Married man succumbs to his 20yo babsitter

I should have closed the door.

I knew it from the moment I opened it and the smell of sweet perfume washed over me. On the other side stood the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Fiery orange hair flowed like lava from her scalp to her waist and when she smiled, which she did often, dimples formed in her freckled cheeks.

Her name was Ava and she was just twenty years old; a local college student inquiring about the babysitter position I had recently advertised.

I invited her in and she brushed past me, wafting me with the scent of coconut shampoo and vanilla body spray laced with hints of something spicy.

I closed the door behind us and my gaze was immediately drawn to the plump, perfectly round ass that was sticking out of her painted-on jeans. She glanced back at me over her shoulder and feeling ashamed, I quickly burned red. But without a word she just flashed me a mischievous grin.

And that was how I knew this girl was trouble.

Trouble, I really wanted to get into.

*

One might think it reckless to have given Ava the job. After all, I was desperate to stop my marriage from falling on its last legs so why invite a young temptress into our home? Well I could give you a lot of reasons, each one equally true as it is unimportant. Because whilst it’s true that Ava was great with our kids; young, fun energetic. And it’s true that she had this warmth about her; a warmth she carried into the icy atmosphere of our home. The truth is, I gave Ava the job because I liked her. She made me feel things I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Of course it did help that the whole family loved her. Even Maria seemed smitten.

Maria – my wife.

I was surprised with how much she took to Ava considering how much she opposed having a babysitter in the first place.

Actually, it wasn’t the babysitter she opposed. Just the reason for needing one.

Date night was my last ditch attempt to salvage our relationship. Things between us had long grown stale, even hostile, and I’d hoped that a weekly retreat at a nice restaurant would inject a small dose of fun and affection back into our lives. Maria wasn’t convinced but I managed to talk her into giving it a try. She otherwise seemed all too content with letting our relationship fizzle out and I wondered if she only agreed to my idea as a way of giving the kids a break from our constant fighting whilst things between us ran their course.

I couldn’t imagine letting that happen. I spent decades building my life, building a family, a career. But it all so quickly felt hopeless, coincidentally, right when I met Ava and temptation started to whisper to me.

Some days I wonder if my marriage was destined to fail then why not have some fun on the way out?

I tried to ignore that type of thinking. But temptation, she’s a stubborn siren.

*

I remember the first date night. The way I fiddled with my tie as I waited impatiently at the bottom of the stairs. Maria had this remarkable way of thinking that meant if I told her we had to leave no later than 7:45, she would begin descending the stairs at 7:44.

But as I fidgeted with myself I felt something burning into me. I glanced up at caught Ava’s gaze from across the room. She had the kind of eyes that stood out in a crowd. Deep blue and warm, like the ocean on a summer’s day. They juxtaposed the white backdrop of her creamy skin, as did her vibrant hair.

She walked over to me, her hips swaying with seductive grace, and straightened my tie.

“You’re looking very handsome, Mr Smith,” she said.

I blushed like I did the very first time we met. It was the nicest thing anyone had said to me in a long time, though it was short lived as Maria soon walked down the stairs. Then she and I drove to the restaurant in silence where we ate in silence and returned in silence. The whole time, I just kept replaying Ava’s words in my head. Imagining her cute little smile and the way her eyes lit up when she said it.

I felt like a boy having his first crush again.

Upon returning home, Maria got out of the car and stormed inside. I felt an ache in my shoulders as I watched her go. Date night was already a disaster. I felt a pit in my stomach as I was hit with the realization that my life as I knew it, was surely coming to an end. It was just a matter of time.

I slugged inside once Maria had already made her way up to check on the kids who were sleeping soundly. The house was spotless; in better condition than when we had left, even.

I took out my wallet whilst telling Ava how impressed I was and gave her a little something extra on top to show my gratitude.

As she made for the door, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at her legs. They were so creamy and smooth. Her thighs peaked out from under her denim skirt, making me drool as they swayed sensually.

Fuck, I wanted her badly.

I could picture so vividly lifting up that skirt and wrapping those perfect legs around my waist.

As the door closed behind her I shook my head and scolded myself for such thoughts. I was still a married man, still trying to save that marriage, and not to mention twice Ava’s age.

As I trodded to bed, I told myself I’ll better control my thoughts and that the date night to follow would be better.

It wasn’t.

None of them were.

Each was like a repeat of the first and in the end, I was just wasting money at a fancy restaurant because I couldn’t accept that my wife didn’t love me anymore and that I was on the verge of losing everything.

But on the upside, I got to see Ava every week. She made it all worth it.

It became a weekly tradition for her to tell me how handsome I looked and each week I cherished it more. I also to wonder if it was coincidental how she always said it when Maria was out of ear shot. Almost like we had something to hide. Like it wasn’t just a friendly compliment but a confession for feelings she hid…there’s no way, right? Talk about wishful thinking.

I was kidding myself to think there was anything more to it. Any lustful gaze in her eyes or any lewd thoughts in her mind when I’d catch her looking at me and biting her lip. It was all in my head, surely.

I was just projecting.

Regardless, those interactions with Ava were the highlight of my week. I had been so starved of love and affection that any gesture of hers, no matter how small, was a much needed act of intimacy in my life. Sometimes it was just a matter of straightening my tie or playfully nudging me. But they kept me going and I held on to each until the next.

*

I tapped my fingers against the kitchen counter, straining to keep my head up from looking at my watch again. I was on the brink of failing this simple task when my youngest suddenly screeched across the floor in front of me.

“DADDY!” he bellowed. “Have you seen Ava?”

I patted myself down dramatically, looked around then shrugged. “Can’t say I have, champ. Did you check upstai-“

Before I could even finish my sentence he took off like a jet. I heard the loud rumbling of footsteps darting around above, then Ava stood up from behind me.

“Thanks for not ratting me out,” she said. “Besides, isn’t it cheating to ask someone else?”

“I’m not getting involved in the politics of a hide and seek game,” I chuckled.

“Hide and seek tag,” she corrected my, fetching herself a bottle of water from the fridge. “If they see me, I gotta make a run for it.”

I could tell she had done plenty of that. Her usual ivory skin was glowing with an ethereal tint that almost matched the strands of hair clinging to her sultry face. As she chugged her water, I took a moment to admire her beauty. I watched as beads of sweat ran down her smooth skin and my brain flooded with a longing to lap up every drop with my tongue. They raced down her chest, disappearing into the perky, firm tits nestled beneath her tank top. Her young cleavage was so ripe and juicy looking. I barely managed to look away in time before Ava placed her bottle down and peered at me.

“Hey – don’t you guys have reservations soon?” she asked.

Finally, I checked my watch. “In… seventeen minutes.”

She cast me a knowing look and I could only hold her gaze for a moment before glancing down.

“Well, you’re looking exceptionally dashing tonight, if I may say so.”

I immediately looked back up. She beamed that impossibly beautiful smile at me and I couldn’t help but return it. “Although,” she licked the tip of her thumb and gently rubbed the corner of my mouth. “Toothpaste,” she cooed.

We held a long gaze and suddenly it felt like the world had gone silent. I was lost in her eyes. I felt myself getting hot. I was probably redder than she was.

Then she feigned a concerned expression and added, “At least I hope it was toothpaste.”

And she laughed. And I laughed. And we laughed like two idiots. It felt good.

Just then I glanced to the side and noticed Maria standing at the bottom of the stairs. Suddenly I felt tense, like I had just been caught in the act of doing something horrible. Luckily before anyone said anything, the kids leapt out from behind her and chased Ava down the hall.

“Finally,” I huffed, picking up my jacket and making for the front door, “I was starting to think you weren’t coming.”

“Now there’s an idea,” Maria said.

I winced.

That comment stung extra hard. It was a harsh reminder that date night would inevitably come to an end and soon after, so would my life as I knew it. I wasn’t ready to accept that. As awful as our bitter dynamic was, there was comfort in its familiarity.

I had become so infatuated with Ava that I had almost forgotten a divorce was certainly on the horizon.

So I ruminated the whole date, wondering about how things were going to change. How awful it would be going home to an empty apartment instead of my beautiful two kids and a wife who, despite everything, I still loved.

Maria’s words bounced around my skull, their weight pushed down on me and flowed out into a cold ache. An ache I had come to know to well. My only escape from it was the drive home when my thoughts drifted back into taboo fantasies.

I remembered Ava running around earlier, her beautiful, round butt, bouncing in her high-waisted, denim shorts. She really had the nicest ass I had ever seen. I clenched the steering wheel tightly as I imagined grabbing it and squeezing her plump cheeks in my palms. Then I’d pull them apart as she’d sit down on top of me and I’d slide my hard dick into her tight, little pussy.

I had gotten so hot at that thought that I was practically panting like a dog when we pulled into the driveway. Maria slammed the car door and marched on in and I felt a cold shiver run down my spine.

I weighed my options. Maybe the best bet of saving my marriage was getting a different babysitter after all. But I didn’t want to stop seeing Ava, that thought made my stomach twist. But I also knew that I was playing with fire and it was wrong of me.

I let out a long sigh, feeling like a cartoon character with a little devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. And I didn’t know what to do. All I knew was those little fuckers were heavy and my shoulders were killing me.

I headed back inside, Maria of course was already checking on the kids before she’d quickly settle down into bed.

“Welcome home Mr Smith,” Ava said. Her voice light and cheerful, like usual.

I took my jacket off, swung it over a kitchen stool and filled my favorite glass with my favorite whiskey. Fishing my wallet out of my pants, I gulped down the first drink and then slid the money to Ava across the counter before pouring myself another.

I rubbed my shoulders as I chugged it down.

She watched me and chewed her lip softly – in a way that was different to how I was used to.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, her tone now soft, delicate.

I put my glass down. I felt embarrassed.

“Just…joint pain. It happens when you’re old like me,” I forced a chuckle.

“Old? You could fool me.” she cooed. “Want me to take a look?”

Before I could protest Ava whipped around behind me.

Suddenly, I felt her soft fingers pressing into my shoulders and it was heaven. I felt all my tension start to drain away through them. Soon the pain had gone completely, leaving only pleasure in its place.

“Wow,” I said in a way they came out like a raspy moan. “You’re really good at that.”

“Really?” she chirped, sounding so proud that I could hear how she was beaming. “I’m actually practicing to become a massage therapist!”

“Well you can practice on me any time,” I said without thinking.

She giggled and I was so glad she didn’t think it sounded inappropriate. Of course if she had any idea what was going on in my head, she’d have known better.

I was so engulfed by Ava’s touch that I was oblivious to all else, including the engine that pulled up outside.

She waited a few moments, then whispered, “My cab’s here.”

She kept rubbing my shoulders, not stopping until I finally, and reluctantly, turned around.

“Right,” I murmured.

I think she saw the disappointment in my eyes and knew it wasn’t joint pain.

Gently she took my arm in her hand and stood on her tiptoes to place a soft, chaste kiss on my cheek. I felt hot inside but was frozen in place.

“It’s going to be okay, Mr S,” she said whispered.

Slowly, she drifted out the door. My eyes were fixed on her until the very moment she was out of sight. The second she was, a pit reopened in my stomach and the pain started seeping back.

I sat down at the counter and ran my hands through my hair.

I was a goddamn mess.

*

1 week later

“You couldn’t have told me this sooner?” I yelled.

I wasn’t one to raise my voice, but I couldn’t remember being so angry. I think the vain in my head was going to burst.

“I only just made my decision,” Maria snapped.

She was in the midst of stuffing clothes into a suitcase.

“Well what about the kids?” I asked.

“My parents are going to watch them for the weekend.”

There was a pause. I felt sick.

Maria zipped up her things and headed for the bedroom door.

Chasing behind her, I reached out and gently rested my hand on her arm.

“And what about me?” I asked.

She frowned.

“What about you?”

Ouch.

Well that did it.

I was already dressed up for date night, even wearing my best suit. See, I had a long think after everything that happened last week and decided to get my head on straight and save my marriage. I made reservations for Maria’s favorite restaurant where we would enjoy a great meal and some live jazz. Then we’d take a stroll down the the beach at sunset where I’d propose to renew our vows and our love for each other.

I had it planned out perfectly and it would have worked, too. It had to.

But she decided last minute that she was going for a girl’s night with some old friends in the next town over.

And I got pretty upset, so we got into a huge argument.

I said things I didn’t mean. She said things I hoped she didn’t mean. And then neither of us said anything at all. Not until she left with the kids and told me to not expect her back any time soon.

So I did what any self respecting adult in my situation would do. I cracked open a beer, slumped down into the couch and wallowed in self pity.

All the way until there was a knock on the door.

I opened it to find Ava beaming up at me. “Hi, Mr S!”

Her glossy, pink lips glistened as she smiled. She wore this beautiful, floral sundress that was cut so low you couldn’t ignore how her young tits threatened to jump out. She clutched her purse by the hem which swayed idly against her creamy, cushiony thighs.

I was drooling. The funny thing is that she didn’t even say another word. She just stood there smiling, like she was patiently waiting for me to finish eyeballing her with my lewd thoughts.

Finally I snapped out of it and realized.

“I forgot to let you know we had to cancel tonight,” I slapped my forehead. “I’m really sorry. Let me get my wallet, I won’t have you travel all this way for nothing.”

She waved me off but followed inside. “It’s no biggie.”

“I insist. Besides this is probably the last time we’ll need your service. Nothing you did, of course,” I assured her, “It’s just…”

I couldn’t bring myself to say more.

She wrinkled her brow, her ocean eyes rounded with concern. It felt so wrong for her to not look happy.

“Want to talk about it?” she asked softly.

“Honestly, not even a little.”

My shoulders were killing me worse than ever. I had been rubbing them so much that I didn’t even realize I was doing it.

“You should let me help again,” she said. “If you insist on paying me, it’s the least I could do.”

My heart jumped at the thought. A part of me felt guilty for even considering it but then again, my marriage was practically over. Besides, it was just a massage…right?

“If you want,” she added.

I did want. But I also didn’t want to seem too eager.

“I’d like that,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “If you also want to.”

She smiled and I saw a glimpse of that devilish grin she flashed me the day we met.

“I do.”

Just a massage, I told myself.

I started to peel off my jacket and she quickly moved to help me slip out of it. She laid it over the arm of couch.

I gazed down at her. She was so beautiful.

Suddenly I felt a shift in the air. The house felt eerily silent.

“You should take off your shirt,” she said, her voice delicate and breathy.

My heart raced quicker.

“Really?” I gulped.

My breathing was getting heavier too. The thought of being shirtless and having Ava touch me was thrilling.

She grabbed my shirt and untucked it from my pants.

“It’s better this way,” she told me.

Then she unbuttoned it from the bottom to the top. Each one that came undone made my heart beat a little faster. She undid the last and bit her lip, like those times I had caught her doing. Then she slid off my shirt, dragging it down shoulders and down my arms before she tossed it carelessly over the couch.

Her eyes wandered over my body, gazing where her fingers lightly traced against my flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“You can sit down now,” her voice quivered a little.

I planted myself and our eyes stayed locked until she was behind me. Suddenly I felt her warm breath on my neck as a sweet, fruity fragrance crept over my shoulders. I instinctively inhaled its enticing aroma as Ava’s fingers pressing down onto my skin.

“Don’t you worry Mr S, I’ll take good care of you,” she purred. Each word oozed with seduction.

Ava knew just where to touch and just how to touch it. It was divine. Her fingers danced from my shoulders eventually up to my neck, making me tingle. I was putty in her hands.

Then her hands moved up further and swept through my hair. I tilted my head back, melting under her touch. I faced up and found Ava looking down at me. Her fingers slowed to a stop until she was just holding head. They moved down and cupped my face as she drifted closer. I inhaled her minty breath as our noses brushed together. Her soft lips grazed against mine and a spark of electricity coursed through my veins. She pushed them more firmly against my mouth and we held still for a moment. Then I gently poked my tongue out. She parted her lips and our tongues swirled together.

I reached up and placed my hand on the back of her head, hungry for more I pressed her into me.

Blood started flowing to my groin. I needed more.

I jumped to my feet and Ava looked at me with a devilish smirk. I hurried over and she reached her arms up and around my neck, jumping into my embrace and wrapping her legs around my waist as our lips collided again. Our faces pressed together eagerly.

My hands ran up her smooth legs and over her round ass. It felt so soft and plump in my grasp. I couldn’t get enough of her.

“Take me upstairs,” she gasped, her voice dripping with desperation.

I carried her up into my room, our lips glued together for the journey.

I collapsed us onto the bed and she nibbled at my ear lobe.

“This is going to be the best night of your life,” she promised, eagerly reaching for my belt. “Let me see it.”

I quickly pulled down my pants, Ava’s gaze drawn to the bulge in my boxers underneath. The excitement in her eyes drove me wild. Not wasting any time, she grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down, letting my cock spring free. With a glint in her eyes, she wrapped her soft fingers around the tip and began stroking it.

“I’ve waited too long for this,” she said before leaning forward and taking it in her mouth.

I immediately moaned, a loud, desperate moan. I sifted my fingers through her ginger hair as she bobbed up and down, swirling her tongue over the tip of my cock whilst stroking the shaft with her hand. Precum soon oozed out and I felt my balls tighten, desperate for a release they’ve long been denied.

After a moment, Ava pulled off with an audible pop.

“God you taste so fucking good,” she said. “But I need you inside me.”

My cock throbbed with need as she continued to stroke it.

“But I don’t have any condoms,” I said.

She smiled that sexy, devilish smile of hers.

“Good,” she purred. “I want to feel the real thing.”

Then Ava took the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head, letting her perky, young tits spill out. I gazed down at them with lustful eyes before she kicked off her sandals sat back on her ass, lifting her hips to slide her pink panties down her legs. She kicked those off too and then rolled over onto all fours.

A tiny, glistening slit sat between two puffy lips beneath a small tuft of pubic hair.

The firm, round curves of her ass slowly swayed side to side as I admired Ava in all her glory. But she soon whined impatiently.

“What’s the matter, Mr S? Are you going to make me beg?”

I climbed up behind her and took her soft, plump globes in my hands, squeezing them like I had long fantasized about doing.

“I wasn’t planning on it, but I do like the idea,” I said, grinning wickedly.

Arching her back, Ava rested her face down but cast me a desperate look, her eyes and voice pleading as she begged, “Please Mr S, please fuck me. I need it so bad.”

That was all I could handle, I pressed the tip against her tight opening, her wetness helping it to stretch invitingly around me. We both moaned as I sank into her depths, her little pussy milking me in a way I’d never known.

“That’s it,” she moaned breathlessly. “Fuck that tight little pussy!”

I happily obliged, quickly picking up my pace.

“Yes! Yes! Ungh!” She moaned. “Harder! Harder! Just like that! God yes, just like that!”

I held that rhythm as Ava continued to moan deliriously beneath me, gripping the sheets whilst my cock vibrated with pleasure.

“Oh we should have done this long ago,” she said, her voice had become raspy.

She sounded so happy, it helped drive me to the brink, as did the way her young, little cunt squeezed and milked my dick for all its worth. Holding her hips, I continued to hammer into her.

“I had no idea you were such a slut,” I grunted breathlessly, my voice strained.

Ava let out a mischievous little giggle.

“Yes you fucking did!” she replied, panting as heavily as I was. “That’s why you hired me. I always knew you wanted to fuck me. And now that your wife’s finally gone, that’s exactly what you’re going to do each week instead.”

I couldn’t take any more. My breathing fell short. My heart battered against my chest so much it hurt. I felt a tingle emanate from my tip that spread throughout the rest of my body.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped. “Ava, you’re going to make me cum!”

She was now meeting my thrust, bucking her hips backward into my hard cock as if desperately trying to milk my seed out of my balls. Her ass bounced against me, the soft milky flesh jiggling with each motion.

“Yes Mr S!” she squealed. “Cum for me! I know you wanna cum inside that tight, little pussy.”

I was going to explode any moment, but I couldn’t do that. I had to find the willpower to pull out.

“Ahhhh, fuck…I can’t do that.”

“Yes you can! Cum inside me Mr S! Give me your babies!”

Well that was it. A comet hitting the house wouldn’t have pulled me out. My orgasm hit me like a smack to the head, making me see stars as I blasted rope after rope of thick, gooey sperm inside her fertile womb. Pleasure radiated through my soul, making me cum harder and longer than I ever had before. Only after every last drop had been thoroughly milked out from me and into her did I finally withdraw from Ava’s nubile body and collapse beside her.

Curling up into my arm, she rubbed my chest.

“Something tells me you really needed that,” she giggled.

“You have no idea.”

The world felt so tranquil, so perfect with Ava in my arms. I could have sworn I had only closed my eyes for a moment but when I opened them again, I could hear birds singing from outside and pale rays of sunlight seeped through the blinds.

I looked beside me and Ava was still there, sleeping peacefully with the bed sheets strewn awkwardly across her. Looking completely angelic despite our sinful night. I listened to her gentle breathing as I soaked in the moment.

For that moment, just for that moment, everything was perfect.

But when I realized i just how bright it was outside, I figured I’d ought to get up. As I scampered around for my clothes, I picked up my pants and patted them down for my phone.

When I found it, my heard sank to my stomach.

3 missed calls – Maria

1 new message – Maria

“I’m sorry about last night. I spoke to my mom and feel like I’m finally seeing clearly for the first time in ages. I don’t want to lose you. My parents are watching the kids. I’ll be home soon so we can figure this out.”

Well…fuck.

the end

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