Babysitter With Benefits: Part 1

Babysitter With Benefits: Part 1.

Babysitter has a little something to offer the kid’s dad, too.

By Norweger.  Listen to the►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Life, all things considered, wasn’t too bad.

It was a brilliant early mid September Indian Summer evening, my son had just fallen asleep, and I sat on the porch, enjoying an all too rare beer while lazily watching the sun head for the horizon. Not that I was paying much attention, I had a fairly good idea how it would end.

As an added bonus, the occasion was ripe for trying out the new outdoor bluetooth speakers I had installed earlier in the week, having figured we tended to head for the porch whenever the weather was cooperating, we might as well be able to listen to music while we were at it. Since I mostly work from home, I justified the upgrade as an employee morale cost.

George Thorogood blared from the speakers, next to ZZ Top and Motorhead, the best music in the world to have a beer to. It was one of my go-to playlists on my phone, and the whole neighborhood knew.

I heard a faint, metallic squeal which told me someone had opened the porch gate just around the corner; nine times out of ten, that would be Ella, the next door neighbor's, Hank and Gloria's daughter, having just turned eighteen, she was my son’s favorite babysitter, heck, on occasion I believed she was Thomas’ favorite person, period. His dad included!

Bingo. Ella strode into view, all 5 foot 7 of that lanky teenager which filled in for Thomas’ mom, Ella loved kids in general; and Thomas in particular, and after I’d become a single dad. She has a perfect athletic body, But gave up on the girls volleyball team, because the coaches, as Ella said; 'He rode our asses too hard and took all the joy from the sport.'

I really felt I stood out in the statistics. My ex-wife of 5 years, had voluntarily moved to England last summer, after we split, and she hadn’t even applied for custody. It almost seemed as if she considered me and Thomas, a mistake she’d rather put behind her and forget about.

I could understand the forgetting about me part, but Thomas? Nah, that was beyond belief. Not that I was ungrateful, to put it that way, Thomas and I had become a small, happy family after a rather tumultuous start.

“Good evening, Bob. Is; Is Thomas asleep?” she asked, a bit hesitantly, as she took a seat at the patio table where I sat enjoying a beverage.

I nodded. “Passed out fifteen minutes ago, having locked the kamikaze bunny in a death grip.”

She giggled. “Still the favorite, huh?”

“Uh huh. Between the two of you, you and the bunny have got him pretty much sorted, I think.”

She reddened slightly while sporting a sheepish grin. “It does feel a little weird, but I somehow feel like he’s a little bit ‘mine’ too. I hope that’s not sounding too creepy?”

I laughed. “No worries, I believe he thinks of it pretty much the same way, he’s been asking on occasion lately whether Ella is his mom now.”

Ella went from wearing a tad of pink to beet red. “Really? Wow, do remind me to thank him tomorrow!”

“Just dropping by to see him will be enough, he can’t get enough of having you around, you know.”

“Sure feels like getting a lot for nothing, as far as I’m concerned. I’m almost worried at times that I am growing too attached to him, him being such a wonderful kid.” She sighed just as George on the stereo started a blistering rendition of 'Bad to the bone.’

Then Ella broke her concentration and said; “Oh, would you be so kind and turn it up a little? This music is meant to be played loud, after all!” Giggle.

I lazily reached for the smartphone, agreeing that The Destroyers were at their best when you could feel the base groove in your guts, though I wouldn’t want to either wake up Thomas or (less of a concern) annoy the neighbors As the old saying goes; “I don’t listen to The Destroyers very often, but when I do, my neighbors do, too!”

Ella sat back in the cushioned iron patio chair, with a contented look on her face before taking in a deep breath and turning to me. “Now, there’s something I need to ask you, by the way; and please, do hear me out, Okay, even if it may sound a bit outlandish at first?”

I nodded. “Shoot.”

“I had sex last week. First time. For real.”

Well, if it was my attention she was after, she’d succeeded. But what the; I held back. She’d explicitly asked me to hear her out, and she wasn’t done yet.

She drew another deep breath, then commenced in a strained voice. “It sucked. Like hell. Fred the Stupid fuck from the boys' ski team took the bus home with me, and jumped me,” Ella said as she stared at the glass-top table.

“Bob, He barely made it inside before shooting his load. Not a single bloody thrust, even. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he also bragged to another couple of guys in class, and, boys being boys, at least three of them claimed they, too, had fucked me, so after having had what barely passes for cock in me for two seconds, I am now the school's designated whore and pariah. Fuck. Fuck!”

Her green eyes had a fierce painful anger, for just a couple seconds, then reverted back to her classic friendly innocence.

I shook my head slowly, feeling extremely grateful my teens were long since past. What a waste, I figured to myself, thankfully having the brains not to say it aloud; Ella was as nice as they came, and it was a shame if this was the memory she’d have of her first time, for the rest of her days.

She paused and looked up at me, seemingly expectant.

I tried to compose a suitable response. “Well, what to say; It’s a shame it sucked that bad, but if there’s any comfort to be had knowing that, I believe your experience is quite typical.”

Remembering my clumsy first time, a faint smile flashed across my face. “My virgin voyage, I managed to hold back a little longer; more like ten seconds, I guess; but it was hardly an earth-shattering experience for the girl I was with. Luckily, it does tend to get better from there.”

I was feeling rather uncomfortable during our conversation. At 32, I could almost have been her father, and talking to her about sex seemed quite inappropriate; then again, perhaps precisely as I could almost have been her father, it was easier to talk to me about this? Someone who’d been there, done that, wasn’t family, wouldn’t tell on her?

She kept on. “So, that’s that, I guess; luckily a lovely little silicone thing from Amazon did away with my hymen almost two years ago. Come to think of it, it was a much better fuck than the real deal, but I digress.”

I blushed. Like hell. Surely it didn’t come as; well, shouldn’t come as; a surprise that Ella had been doing a little self exploration. But still; Her sharing it with me did seem quite inappropriate. She wasn’t done, though.

“And, here comes the second matter; I need you to keep quiet about and consider quite seriously before replying.” She took another relaxed breath and continued; “I want you to have sex with me. Properly.”

I gasped. My God, I hadn’t seen that one coming.

Again she fixated me with her radiant, green eyes, expectant.

I swallowed. Made a croaking noise. Swallowed again.

She didn’t flinch.

Fuck. God knows part of me wanted to simply reply 'Of course!' and carry her off to my bedroom. I glanced over at her. She was too cute for words, as she sat there, eyeing me, awaiting an answer. Her long, reddish hair framed the slightly narrow face, the huge, green eyes, the ruler-straight ridge of her small Scandinavian nose, her full lips; Fuck! I could already feel the little devil on my one shoulder, winning the argument with the angel on my other.

It took all I had of strength to meet her expectant gaze. I sighed deeply, and cursed inwardly at my pulsing constrained cock, already springing to attention to the pleasures which were up for grabs. Should I decide to throw caution to the wind?

“Ah, um, Ella, I, ah; I; Fuck, I could’ve been your father! Well, almost, at any rate.”

She didn’t say anything; she just kept her gaze on me. She had no intent of letting me off the hook easily, it seemed.

“Ella, I; Well, I totally get how it sucked, especially with the drama afterwards, but; I might be thick, but I can’t see anything getting better by my, well, as you said, having sex with you?”

She sighed, then decided to engage her debate team rebuttal skills.
“Firstly, Bob: or fuck’s sake, just Think! The sex, for one, would probably be infinitely better. Not that it would take that much of an effort on your part.
Secondly: don’t you give me any more of that "I could have been your father” sermon. I’m grown enough to want; hell, to need, healthy sex My two brothers are just about your age.
Thirdly: You’re most definitely grown enough, and, seeing as you’re a single father, I really cannot see that much of it coming your way, huh? And here it comes, served on a silver platter!
Fourthly: Discrete couldn't have a better set up and cover scenario. I’ve cart-Blanche to drop by here whenever I feel like it and stay a couple of hours without anybody, least of all my elderly parents, worrying. After Thomas has fallen asleep, not even an earthquake could wake him! He sleeps, we sleep together, I shower and go back home.
What’s not to like?“ The debate captain summed up her skilled annihilation of my every objection.

I must have looked rather doubting. Well, perhaps 'disbelieving’ fit the bill better, as she kept trying to convince me, as if I needed any prodding.

My silence was an unspoken concession that she's won the logical argument. But She moved on to her final pitch; "It’s not like I’m dying to try any more boys my age, and waiting for them to gain experience? Hell, no! Fuck knows how long that’s gonna be, anyway. And you; Well, as I said; I can be here whenever I want without anyone questioning it, and, like, I don’t think you’re very likely to brag that you’re fucking the neighbor's teenage daughter, are you?”

The little devil stabbed its pitchfork clean through the angel, ending the discussion. Ella didn’t notice, though.

Yet she kept going. “Just think, will you? How often do you think an eighteen year old asks a thirty-something if he wants to sleep with her, no strings attached? Do you think this is likely to happen twice in your life? Hell, it’s now or never!”

I managed to put a faint smile on my face, shaking my head in disbelief. “Well, with that angle, it is hard to disagree, I’ll give you that.”

An instant, triumphant smile blossomed in her face. Those pretty green eyes and cute cheeks. Those ruby lips.

With a cleansing sigh I finally said; “I’m probably going to regret this, but I’d regret if I didn’t, too. We’ll do it, Ella. If that’s what you truly want, we’ll do it. I’d rather regret something I did do; than something I didn’t do.”

Commitment made, I sat back. Here goes nothing, I thought.

She leant back in her chair, giggling as her smile grew into a big grin.

“So shall it be written, so shall it be done, then.” Ella softly added. “We just watched Ben Hur in history class. I nicked the line from there. Oh, I’m so looking forward to this!”

Her gaze fell to my lap, where no amount of denim fabric could even make an attempt at hiding my massive erection. “And, it would seem; as do you!” she giggled.

I reached for my beer and had a good, long sip. This evening had certainly taken a turn for the unexpected.

“I’d be happy to have one, too. A beer, that is,” the girl which had, moments ago, taken the step from 'nice neighborhood girl’ to 'femme-fatale’ chirped.

I shook my head. “Not going to happen. No one is going to be able to come here and say I first got you drunk, then shagged you. Not going to happen.”

I got a massive eye-rolling for my trouble. “I don’t think a small beer is going to make all the difference in the grand scheme of things if someone were to find out you’ve been shagging me, as you so poetically put it. However, if it can ease your conscience somewhat, I can steal one. Would you like another, lover-to-be?” Did the debate team teach her flirting skills too?

She got on her feet, and I caught myself eyeing her firm body with renewed interest; her lanky limbs, recently rounding hips, those oh-so-adorable, perfectly round, firm tits pressing against the slightly tight-fitting sweater with a low scoop neckline. This could be fun.

I gave in. “Make mine a 'Two Captains', will you? Thanks.”

She giggled as she floated past me. “I’ll just pour mine in that ludicrously big tea mug of yours. No worries, your reputation will be safe. For now, at least.”

I shook my head, still in semi-disbelief. I wasn’t convinced this was the smartest endeavor I’d ever agreed to; but of one thing I was certain: It wouldn’t be boring, either.

Ella returned, handing me a beer bottle and hoisting a mug in a mock toast. “Cheers, then, neighbor.”

What the hell. I popped the cork and toasted her. “Cheers, neighbor. To exciting times.”

“I sure hope so!” came the reply.

She took a long sip from the mug, sighed contentedly and faced me. “Let’s get the practical matters out of the way first; I’m on the pill and as clean as fresh snow, Fred didn’t get within six feet of me until he’d put on a condom. Unless you’ve caught something I’d rather not have, let’s just have at it au-naturel, huh?”

I nodded. “Duly noted. And when did you plan for, ah, our undertaking to get underway?”

She smiled her broadest grin and winked as she raised the mug to her lips again. “In half a beer’s time? It’s probably too late in the day for me to get the full treatment, but perhaps you could give me a primer with essentials, just to make sure I come back tomorrow to get more, ah, to put Thomas to bed, I mean?”

Wow. I felt the pulse throbbing in my painfully erect phallus. Soon. Soon she’d be wrapped around me.

We shared our evening beer in silence as Journey crooned their classic 'Open Arms.' I hardly knew what kind of small talk was appropriate while counting down to having sex with her. And Ella? Well, she appeared to be perfectly content just nurturing her incognito beer while watching the sunset. I’ll hand her that, though; it was a beautiful sunset.

Eventually, she glanced into her mug. “Empty.” she observed. “I’ll head in, just come along when you’re ready, huh?”

When I was ready? Heck. I had a last sip from my bottle, shrugging. I’d rather have Ella than more beer, but didn’t want to seem half as desperate to get her laid, as I felt. I shrugged again. I decided to give her two minutes, then I’d follow.

Softly closing the porch door behind me, I headed for the master bedroom; I figured I’d find her there. I paired my bedroom bluetooth speakers to my phone and started another playlist of classic love songs, and lowered the volume to background levels. I peeked in at little Thomas and confirmed that he was still deeply sleeping. Then I went to the end of the hall and entered where I hoped to find Ella.

Bingo. Her clothes were in a heap on the floor, suggesting the teenager between the sheets was as naked as she’d been when she entered this world. She’d pulled the duvet up to right under her chin, covering her fully. She giggled as I just stood there, mesmerized, looking at her while leaning against the doorpost.

“I’m sorry,” I said, voice thick with emotion. “I just need a moment to process this. As you said, this doesn’t happen every day. Hell, it is a sight I never, ever thought I’d behold, in here.”

“Never? Have you never fantasized about seducing the babysitter? Be honest!” she giggled from under the duvet, before flipping it aside enough to show a hip with a narrow, fading bikini line on it, before quickly covering herself up again.

“If you want to see more, you’ve got to come in here, undressed.”

I didn’t need much persuading. Stepping around to the far side of the bed, I kicked off my sandals and started undressing, trying my best not to rush it. “By the way, I honestly have never entertained the thought that you’d end up in here; I won’t pretend to be a saint, it’s more that the women I secretly undress in my mind are mostly, say, at least in their later twenties, probably even in their thirties. Let’s just say you are beyond the frontiers of my fantasies, so went under my radar. Until fifteen minutes ago, that is.”

I pulled down my jeans before stepping out of them; and then, without further ado, dropping my boxers. Ella let out a giggle and a muted whistle as my cock sprang free; while not the most generously endowed of men, at some 6 straight inches, I’d been blessed with a rather significant girth, as if to compensate.

I didn’t wait for another invitation. It was, after all, my bed. Quickly getting down in the sheets, I tugged at the duvet and rolled on my side against her. She jolted as our arms first brushed against each other; I put my hand on her belly, slowly stroking her glowing skin until my hand rested on her hip, pulling her onto her side, facing me. My hand came to rest on her ass, my cock pressing firmly against her stomach.

“So, how long do you think you can stay?” I asked.

She contemplated it for a moment. “Well, the old ones won’t find it strange if I stay a little after Thomas has fallen asleep, so; well, say, an hour, tops?”

I nodded. Fuck, this was awkward. One thing was sleeping with someone you were in a relationship with; that made all sorts of caresses, petting, kisses and whatnot seem natural. But now what? Ella must have sensed my hesitation, because; as if on cue, she kissed me softly on the cheek. “Just treat me like you would a girlfriend, huh?” She half whispered, half moaned in my ear. “Just don’t tell me you love me. That’d be too much to deal with.”

I answered her kiss, a bit hesitant at first, then I just felt any resistance melt away, and surrendered to the passion welling up in me. Our kiss grew more passionate, almost desperate, before I reluctantly broke it. “An hour. Tops. Well, let’s see what we can do.”

She giggled and pressed herself against me, firmly.

I was dizzy with desire. It was a year and a half since I had last had sex with someone. Heck, it was a year and a half since I’d even kissed someone, been so close to someone. And I was about to come closer. Much closer.

She was eager, warm and driven; as she snuggled ever closer to me; we kissed again, she went all in, seemingly trying to push me out of the bed before rolling on top, so eager was she to join our bodies. I forced myself to break the kiss again, putting my hands on her shoulders and gently pushing her over on her back, before leaning on an elbow, gazing at her in lingering disbelief that this was even happening. I slowly caressed her firm tits and delighted in her stiff nipples.

“I really haven’t come to grips with you being here, us about to do what we’re about to do,” I murmured. “I’ll do my best. Just… Well, the first time with a new partner may be exciting, but it most often gets even better with time.”

She giggled, then burst into a brief, chirp-like laugh. “A bit early to try to sell me in repeat performances, isn’t it? No worries, I’m sure you’ll make it worth my while, and then some. Just, please, do it, huh?”

I nodded, kicked the duvet down, and exposed for the first time her naked body. Beautiful didn’t cut it. Her pert, perfectly round tits arrogantly ignored gravity, rock-hard nipples crowning them, surrounded by wonderfully bright pink areola. I stifled a moan as I softly let a hand fall to her flat stomach again, gently caressing her while taking in the sight; from her neck down her cleavage, she had a lot of faint small freckles, gradually becoming dimmer before disappearing fully just under her tits. Her belly, so soft, yet firm, below which a full, dense mat of auburn red hair covered her pussy. Well, for this angle, it did. Not for long. Easing myself south, I stroked her hip, then her thigh as I kissed my way from her chest, playfully biting a nipple, over her belly; Her time to moan. “Wow, seriously? Are you going to?”

I was. She eagerly pulled her legs up a little, spread them, making room for me. I moved, soon knelt between her thighs, leaning forward as I gently pressed them further apart. The scent of woman was intoxicating. I wet a finger in my mouth, then pressed it against the trimmed but dense mat, playfully parting it, finding her slit. A couple of quick rubs were enough to make her groan. I moved my face in for the kill, my tongue darting along the length of her slit, finding her just as wet as I’d hoped. I started licking her in long, lazy strokes, starting at the very bottom, working my way up, teasing her labia apart, savoring the taste. Oh, it had been so long, way too long!

She bucked against me, her hands ruffing my hair, pulling me in closer. I grew bolder, pausing a little every time I reached the top of her slit, tickling her hood without any real effort to push it back, biding my time. The familiar taste and scent of aroused woman was all around; salt; sea; spices; uniquely Ella.

I grew greedy, almost frantically lapping away at her, homing in on her clit, the thought that I was moving too fast just forming in my mind when Ella put me at ease by weakly whispering “Yes, yes; just like that, just like that, just;” her words fading into a guttural moan.

Well, I could keep doing just that. Intensifying my efforts, I closed my lips over her clit, gently sucking, feeling it grow. The tip of my tongue teased it briefly before withdrawing, giving her a second or two of respite before tickling her again. Her moans grew louder. Still sucking, I softly let my tongue slide over her by now fully engorged clit; moans turned to groans turned to almost pleading pants, as I went to work on her. Slowly and deliberately would have to wait until some other time. All that mattered now was to bring her to the authentic orgasm she so desperately was chasing; and, with any luck, there would be time for me to have one, too, before she had to head back home.

Ella was now breathing so loud that for a moment I was concerned she might be heard outside. Telling her to relax, though, was hardly an option. Neither was weakening my effort.

I did, however, change the tune a little, pulling away from her clit, slipping at first one finger, then two, slowly pushing past her soaked labia, entering her hot cunt. In her to the knuckles, I resumed teasing her clit with my tongue while slowly fingering her. It didn’t take too long for her to buck violently against me, arching on the bed, faintly squealing as orgasm took her and made her tremble and convulse, her pussy mashing my fingers mercilessly, me doing my best to stay on her, in her, as she rode it out.

As her arched back sank back down on the bed, orgasm ebbing, her face looked almost angelic. No one seeing her at this moment would be in any doubt as to what she had just experienced. If possible, she looked even more beautiful now than she had a few minutes ago.

I sat up, looking at her sweat-glistening, totally relaxed body.

She held her eyes closed, smiling faintly. Eventually she came around again, opening her eyes, smile broadening. “Wow. That… Well, you may do that to me again some time or other, hear?” Giggles.

“Ready for some more, then?” I asked, inwardly cringing at how pleading I sounded. How I longed to be in her!

Nod. “However delightful this was; and it was, trust me; I came here to, bluntly, have you fuck me. Please do.”

“Happy to oblige, miss,” I laughed as I eased myself over her, steering my purple precum-oozing cock head against the wide open, soaked, swollen cunt. Holding her expectant gaze, I sank into her to the hilt in one smooth motion. It probably was the most intensely erotic moment of my life, holding eye contact with her as I entered her. She moaned, then firmly clasped my ass and tried to pull me even deeper. I was beyond words. She was so snug, so warm, so wonderfully velvety around me. It felt so good, it had been such a long time. No way in hell I’d be able to hold back for long.

“Please keep in mind that I haven’t done this in ages,” I sheepishly said. “So Let me enjoy a motionless moment of your delightful depths. it’s not like it’s going to last forever. If there’s a next time, I promise it will be better, Okay?”

Her face lit up in a broad grin. “Now, last things first; of course there will be a next time. Second, you’ve already given me what I desired; and now you’ve lasted much, much longer than Fred did, anyway.” Another giggle.

I joined her smiling at the prospects. Well, if that was her attitude, I should consider myself an even luckier man than I had when she asked me to have sex with her. I very slowly began to thrust in her, and we fell into a steady, leisurely rhythm, her hips bucking against me every time I bottomed out in her, her cunt muscles instinctively milking me, making the feeling almost unbearably intense; I had only been thrusting 45 seconds and could already feel the oh-so-familiar tingle at the base of my cock, telling me my thrusts were indeed numbered.

Planting both palms on the mattress, I raised myself off of her, my glance darting between my cock sliding into her, her adorable tits, her too-cute-for-words face, still basking in that post-orgasmic glow which made anyone even more beautiful. Small beads of sweat on her forehead. Hair tussled. Huge, wide open, deep green eyes locked to mine. She was beautiful. And she wanted to sleep with me. Repeatedly. Life had once again smiled.

But, as George Harrison observed, 'All things must pass’, the tingle was spreading, in seconds I’d be shooting. I didn’t even have to say anything; she understood. Bright girl. “Just come, no worries. I’ve had the experience I came here for already, just come, come for me. Let me feel the cream shoot deep.”

I gave her a resigned smile. “I’m grateful you see it like that, because;” my voice failed me as the tingle gave way to a dull heat, signaling I was about to erupt. Holding back was not an option. Her incredibly tight cunt milking my cock, the sight of her, the feel of her working her body against mine. I would hardly be human if I’d been able to pull back now. I picked up the pace, thrusting harder, faster, deeper in her while there was still time. Ella’s arms locked me in a vise, pulling me closer, grunting inarticulately as she entered a frenzy; “Oh, fuck, fuck me, do, ah, harder, Harder, fuck, oh, oh!”

I lost it completely. Frantically pounding her, any tenderness had tip-toed out of the room, all that mattered now was the primal desire to cum; yet, at the back of my head, a worried thought pushed orgasm back a few seconds. We were getting quite loud, and I really didn’t need to have to explain to a sleepy, quite possibly scared kid what Ella and I had been up to. I lifted a finger to my lips in an unmistakable 'Quiet!’ gesture, only to have Ella start giggling, erupting in laughter just as I felt the dam burst and my orgasm exploding at the back of my head; I forcefully slammed myself as deep in her as I could, buried my face in the pillow, moaned in her hair, collapsed fully as I shot spurt after spurt of cum in that out-of-worldly tight pussy of hers.

She was close, herself, frantically bucking against me, desperate to join me, groaning, “Just a little, just, more, a little, yes, fuck, more, now, now!” And there, just as I felt the wave of my own orgasm crest, she contracted around me, yelped and shook in her second, smaller orgasm for the evening. We held each other close, coming down, no need for, heck, no ability for, we were utterly spent; words. Just enjoying the bliss slowly dissipating from our sweating, heaving bodies.

I felt myself on the brink of dozing off when Ella brought me back to reality. “Feel free to fall asleep, but; Well, just let me loose first, huh?” She giggled a little, then adding, as if as an afterthought. “Lover.”

Mustering what little strength I had left, I rolled over on my back, freeing Ella, who turned on her side, smile not leaving her face for an instant. “What we just did. Wow! It was all I’d hoped it would be. I’ll jot this down in my mental history book as the first time proper real fuck.”

Rolling over me, her hair brushed against my face, tickling. She pulled it aside, leaned closer and kissed me softly, then with lips wide and tongue deep in my mouth.

It ended too soon. “I’ll just grab a quick shower, then head back home. Just doze off, I’ll help myself out.”

Gratefully, I threw a last, longing glance on her naked, wonderful form as she made for the bathroom, leaving me with my thoughts as I drifted off. She’d all but promised we’d do it again. She seemed happy. Life really smiled; for the first time in God knows how long, it felt like my life was about to become full again. Pulling the duvet over me, I heard the muffled sound of the shower being turned on. The thought of Ella, sensuously rubbing herself down in the shower stall was only half formed when I fell asleep to the faint female crooning from the shower; “You make me fell. You make, me feel. Like a natural woman.”.

Next thing I knew, the alarm bell buzzed in the morning. I got out of bed with much more enthusiasm than I could remember having sported lately.

To be continued.

By Norweger for Literotica.