The snowstorm gave Kate the perfect excuse to get what she wanted. Since Jenna did a great job of looking after Amy, following her grounded flight, she offered the babysitter a chance of the occasional over-night, allowing Kate to get back into the international flights.
This was good news to me too. I was fully capable of looking after our daughter, a truth I preferred to keep to myself, but the nanny arrangement was producing so many positives. Jenna and I had developed some great routines that were benefiting the both of us. She had a talent in the kitchen, often preparing the most delicious sandwiches and amazing dinners.
Of course, there was a whole other side to this arrangement that appealed to me, but it was largely limited to sneaked glances of her cleavage and tight bum. A few times after that first night I had found an excuse to slip into the bathroom while the babysitters discarded day-clothes still lay on the floor. I was far more cautious though, locking the door now, careful not to leave any cum on her panties in case discovered - but the thrill of my secret little habit and the intoxicating scent of her young pussy continued to excite me. Each sneaked opportunity came like vital gasps of air to a drowning man.
Jenna and I were sitting at dinner one evening. We often spent time chatting about what was happening in our lives, albeit this was a little one sided as I rarely had all that much to offer. Jenna often discussed her home schooling, a concept I was still coming to terms with. As hypocritical as it might sound: for a father to limit what this intelligent girl was capable of learning seemed immoral. Thankfully, Jenna defied it in the bold way she enquired about the world around her. I had assumed a role of pseudo tutor/teacher, and this had developed into a strange friendship. I had grown accustomed to her forthright curiosity, she had few barriers although seemed to respect a few important boundaries (we had an unspoken rule of no sex-ed, that wasn’t my place), but every so often she caught me off guard with something.
“Mr Price? Do you mind if I ask a question?” Her tone was a little nervous. I stopped picking through the pasta bowl and stared in to those beautifully curious green eyes.
“I suppose it depends on the question really?”
She toyed with a length of hair that hung from the middle parting and curved across her chest, seemingly trying to find the right way to word whatever she wanted to ask.
“It’s about you and Mrs Price?”
“Oh.” I let my fork rest on the bowl. She always called her Kate. Must be serious.
“Why do you fight so much?”
“We don’t fight.” I suddenly felt cornered – defensive even - but it was typical of this girl.
“Well no, but you don’t seem to do much of anything really.”
She had a point, and there was little sense in brushing her off, she was too smart to accept anything less than the truth. I just wasn’t sure I wanted to hear myself say it aloud
”I’m sorry, it was a stupid question. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No, no. There’s no such thing as a stupid question.” I took a moment to form the answer in my head. “Truth is Jenna, I’m not sure there is an answer to that question.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes, munching our way through dinner, but it became clear she wasn’t done with me yet.
“How did the two of you meet?”
“We used to share the same group of friends. We were friends ourselves I guess.” Some good memories began to creep forward as I formed the best answer I could. “When we were younger there was a trend to pretend to like really obscure music and they were all part of that. Think they call them Hipsters nowadays”
“But you didn’t like it?
I smirked at her confusion.
“No one liked it. That was the whole point. If it was any good then everyone would like it and our friends wouldn’t have felt so special. They were a bit elitist.”
“That’s daft.”
“So is religion, but a lot people who go to church are too afraid to disagree with some really strange beliefs because they need to fit in.” We both giggled as she began to understand. “Anyway, as we got older people began to pair off and eventually that left Kate and I. Everyone thought we’d be good together and so we gave things a try.
“But it didn’t work out?
“Actually it did. We were really happy and decided to get married.”
“So what went wrong?”
Christ she was relentless.
“Over time, people change. Some things that didn’t seem important to me anymore were even more important to her - our friends for one thing. That’s why she was so determined to get back to work. I mean, we both wanted and we both love Amy. For Kate though, all the other stuff she had before is still just as important.”
I wanted to nip this conversation in the bud now.
“It’s just something we need to figure out. C’mon, don’t you want to use the office tonight?” She read the signal well. I often offered her the use of the my office for a couple of hours in the evening, that way I could spend some quality time with Amy while Jenna had the freedom to explore the world without the parental blocks in force. We agreed she could have complete privacy during this time and she seemed to appreciate it dearly.
“Yeah. Do you mind if take a shower first though” I shook my head. Maybe there was such a thing as a stupid question, I thought.
I waited until I heard the computer booting up before I crept through to the bathroom, even though it was my house. The bathroom smelt of coconut shampoo and that same perfume that had me so mesmerised. Jenna’s overnight bag lay next to the sink, the zip lying open. A quick rummage through toiletries and other accessories yielded my prize: a pair of skimpy, black briefs. Pulling them from the bag I let the soft cloth tickle the skin of my seeking fingertips before holding them up to the light and gently stretching them to about the width of the owners waist. I anticipated the delicious scents her body had to offer, but before that I liked to visualise how her pert little ass would take shape inside the material, and picture the way her pussy would push against the crotch.
“Oh my God! Mr Price?”
I spun to find the babysitter, open mouthed, standing in the doorway.
“What are doing with my underwear?”
Every muscle froze. I had no excuse, no way to explain this away. Even if I came up with something, she would see right through it. I clumsily placed them back in the bag and stepped away.
“Jenna, I-”
“Were you smelling my panties?” I couldn’t figure her reaction, she just stood, open-mouthed.
“Um. I guess I uh...” I felt so ashamed and disgusted with myself. The fleeting moments of gratification were suddenly not worth the consequence. How the fuck was I gonna explain to my wife? “Jenna I am so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, please don’t freak out.”
“I’m not gonna freak out Mr Price, but I think-“
The sound of Amy crying broke the atmosphere, my attention shifted between the sound of my baby and the demanding expression on Jenna’s face. I still wasn’t sure if I was looking at anger, disgust, or turmoil. On the other hand, maybe it was a mix of all of those. Nevertheless, I saw an excuse to retreat, even if just figure out how I could turn this round.
“Um Jenna, I’d better see to Amy”. It took a few long, agonising seconds for her to acknowledge me. Her expression did not change, but eventually Jenna’s defensive posture shifted to the side and allowed me to slip away like the freak I had become.
Amy took ages to settle back down, all the while my brain cycled through the available options. Eventually, I felt brave enough to continue my trial with Jenna, but discovered she had already gone to bed. I withdrew to my own bedroom and buried my head in my hands, defeated, wondering how the fuck I was going to make this right.
At some point, I must have drifted to sleep.
I wasn’t sure what time I woke, but I felt like crap. My head was spinning, nerves shot, and my mouth was dry. I got up and opened the bedroom door into the dark hallway. No one else appeared to be about. I checked in on Amy and then headed to the kitchen, noticing that someone had left the light on.
I stopped in my tracks when I opened the door and found Jenna sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a mug of hot chocolate in her hands.
She offered a meek smile.
“I couldn’t sleep. Figured a hot drink might help, Want one?” Her tone was solemn, not like the Jenna I knew. I nodded and watched her as she stood and grabbed a mug from the rack. Normally I’d be ogling at the pink night tee she wore. I hadn’t noticed it earlier in all the drama, but it was one of those with the wide neck at the top. It also left her smooth legs exposed from the middle of her thighs to the pink, striped, bed socks on her feet. However, right now, I was simply not in the mood.
She returned to the table and we sat across from each other, sipping cocoa in silence. Jenna was the one who eventually broke it.
“We should probably talk about earlier.”
“I suppose we probably should.” I agreed, I still could not think of a single thing to say and dreaded what she was about to reprimand me with.
“Mr Price, I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just a little surprised to –“
“Wait, Jenna.” I interrupted. Not quite understanding what I was hearing. It sounded as if the kid was actually trying to apologise to me. “You’ve done nothing wrong here. I have. I crossed a line I really, really shouldn’t have.”
“Why?” She furrowed her brow, genuinely confused. I couldn’t help but blurt out a bewildered laugh. Part of me wanted to go with it, cover my own arse. However, I genuinely cared for this kid, infatuation or no.
“Jenna, there’s things, private things you really shouldn’t interfere with without permission. I’m a grown man and shouldn’t be touching your underwear at all.” She blushed, a little, but a faint, girly smirk appeared on her face. “There’s one thing I need to ask though. Jenna. I promise this will never happen again, but I’d really appreciate it if Kate never finds out.”
“Mr Price. I’m not that naïve. I know about boundaries and stuff. I think of you as my friend and it’s not right that you’d do… that… with my things. I know I should be angry but… as strange and weird as it may sound, I think it was the first time I’ve ever felt like a boy has shown an interest in me. It makes me confused - is that normal?”
“Shit, Jenna I really, never intended to upset you. I feel like the world’s biggest asshole.”
“You probably are Mr Price.” She managed a slight grin.” The thing is, my dad doesn’t let me mingle with boys all that much. Rarely at all in fact. I-uh, I haven’t exactly told him who I’m babysitting for.”
“What do you mean?”
“Um – he thinks Mrs Price is a widow.”
My jaw hit the floor. She caught the expression and offered a timid smile before explaining. “If my dad knew that I was spending even a couple of hours alone with a boy he’d absolutely freak!
“Jenna I’m not exactly a boy anymore.”
Jenna blushed again and shifted in her seat, embarrassed.
“Well, yeah, I know that. Point is though; I don’t want to lose this job, Mr Price. So, maybe we could both keep it to ourselves and – you know - find a way to forget it?”
I could not believe it. Had I just dodged a major bullet here? The atmosphere already felt more relaxed.
“Jenna, I promise you it will never, ever happen again. If you can forgive me, then I’d be happy for us to go back to the way things were?”
“I love spending time with Amy, and I really appreciate the use of your office. So… yeah… maybe that would be good.” She paused, an uncertain and nervy look creased her forehead, and she bit the side of lip. “Mr Price? I do have one teeny, tiny request though.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
The babysitter suddenly resembled a typical teenage girl, trying to figure out how to ask her father for a pony.
“Well, seeing you, and what you were about to do.” She paused, briefly, making me feel guilty and embarrassed. “Well it kinda reminds me just how much stuff I don’t yet understand. Sooo… I was wondering, would you tell me about boy stuff?”
I nearly choked on my cocoa.
“Jenna, I thought we decided that was off the cards.”
“I’m pretty sure rifling through my clothes was too.” She volleyed back at me. I gave her that at least, and squirmed another excuse out.
“I’m probably not the person you should ask, can’t you find out online?”
“Nope.” She giggled. “
“Your mother, perhaps?”
“I doubt she could answer my questions. No, I think you are the best person to ask. Besides, I think you owe me this. It’s the least you can do”
I sighed, giving up the fight.
“Ok, but your only allowed at ask three questions.” Her mouth narrowed in a playful huff, then her eyes as she figured out her first question.
“How do you know if a boy likes you?” It was practically launched at me.
“Umm – that’s tricky. Guys aren’t always good at expressing their feelings. If boy likes you he might try to get your attention by acting up or silly, trying to impress you. He might try to figure out reason’s to be in your company a lot, but might not know what to say. He may stare a lot too. O.K. two left.”
She smiled and paused.
“Why would a boy want to smell a girl’s underwear?”
“Wow, Jenna, that’s, that’s not allowed!” I nearly fell back off the chair. The girl just smirked, enjoying my uncomfortable reaction. Was this her revenge?
“It’s not against the rules. You said I could ask three questions about boys. That’s what I want to know.”
My heart began to pound. I had been concealing this dirty sexual attraction for weeks and weeks, and now I was being forced to talk about it. Already I could feel my cock stirring. However, I also felt my face reddening with awkwardness. When I spoke, I did so with a stammer.
“Well, I guess, that it makes boys… it – uh…”
“It gives them an erection?”
Holy shit this girl knew no fear, and spoke so matter-of-factly – as if I were just some science problem that needed solving. I had come to expect this when it came to learning about the things her parents hid from her, but I never thought we’d be having this conversation.
“Um, well, yeah. It makes them- it arouses them.”
“What does?”
“Um… I guess it’s like nature. The scent of a female attracts the males.” I could tell she wasn’t impressed by this answer.
“Okay, last question Mr Price”
“Wow, I said three, and you already asked them.”
“Whoa no fair! The last one didn’t count, I only asked cos your first answer was rubbish.”
I smirked, triumphant, pulling myself to my feet,
“It’s late Jenna, I’m gonna get some sleep”
I left her to wash the cups up in the kitchen and climbed upstairs where I headed to for the en-suite bathroom, brushing my teeth and changing into pyjama bottoms and a vest top. My eyes were feeling heavier by the second. It had been a long evening and it was taking its toll. I left the bathroom, looking forward to falling into bed.
“You still owe me one question.” A velvety voice demanded. I spun to see Jenna, planted on a small armchair in the corner of the bedroom. Her arms braced on the sides, her knees, creeping out from under the large night-top, resting together.
“Jenna, what the hell? C’mon, it’s late. We need sleep”
However, those killer, green eyes had a look of steely determination.
“Let me ask the question and I promise.”
I sighed and nodded, taking a seat on the bed, across from her and asked her what the question was. She grinned, victorious.
“It’s kind of a weird question. So you have to answer honestly.” She demanded. They playful tones that steered the earlier conversation had disappeared. She was collecting on what she felt owed.
I nodded, noticing that she suddenly become a little more flustered, nervous even. She took a deep breath.
“Andy? Did you like the way my pussy smelled?” Her breath quivered.
“Jenna!” I thought my heart had just stopped. Hearing her silky sounding voice say ‘pussy’ was like a dog whistle to my cock, making it twitch so hard I lost my breath. “Jenna. You shouldn’t ask that, you shouldn’t use that word. Where did you hear-” I stopped.
She bit her bottom lip as if in trouble and I didn’t want to upset her. It was then I realised how unfair I was being. The girl was naturally inquisitive, and that bravely curious side of her was galloping to keep up with the situation she that confronted her. No one had taught this girl about being a young woman, and the challenges of learning about relationships and the opposite sex hidden away. I had caused this mess, I had crossed the line and thrust her into a situation she had no clue how to respond to, and now that intelligence of hers was coping the only way it knew how: by asking questions - or so I figured. Either way, those enquiring green eyes sheepishly looked on while I struggled to find the appropriate response. This girl was looking for some sort of reassurance: a verification of her potential as a woman. I was gonna have to bite this bullet.
“Jenna… I’m so sorry I brought this on you. You’re a decent girl and don’t deserve this. But uh…you, you smell pretty good. “ Fuck, my heart was racing now. She smiled, content, cheeks blushing once more. Head dipping bashfully. I expected this would finally calm things down – satisfy her curiosity and let us move on.
“I want to watch you smell them.”
“What? God, Jenna, no, that’s not appropriate, I shouldn’t have done it in the first place.
She simply smiled and replied: “It’s okay, I don’t mind.” She bit her lip again, an anxious look on her face, and with trembling fingers she slipped her hands below her seated thighs. I could only watch on - stunned. With those emerald eyes fixed on mine, seeking affirmation, she peeled a familiar pair of pink panties from underneath her long shirt. Knees still clamped together, she slowly slipped them forward, and down her shins, until they rested around her ankles and she slipped them off.
“Jenna I shouldn’t be doing this. I can’t be doing this.”
“I won’t tell. I promise.”
The panties were tossed in my direction and after bouncing off my dumbfounded face, I caught them limply in my hand – it might as well have been a live power cable in my grasp.
“Go on.” She urged.
When I hesitated, staring at the soft cloth electrifying my hand, she drew a scowl and slipped from the chair. I thought I caught the briefest glimpse of a reddish triangle between her legs, but it was hidden quickly as her tee slipped down and she walked on her knees until no more than a foot from me. Still on her knees, she reached out and gently pulled her panties from between my fingers.
“Here,” she whispered to me, a prominent tremble in her voice. She lifted them to my face and pressed gently on my nose. Our eyes locked together, hers filled with a curious fire, the pupils wide with a mix of uncertainty and excitement that came with pushing her boundaries. Instinct took over. I broke the gaze as I closed my eyes and breathed her in.
My cock throbbed painfully as her pungent aroma swept through me. The smell of her sex had never been stronger. When I opened my eyes, she had that look again, seeking my approval. By now, I was almost drunk on the fresh scent of her wet cunt. “They smell amazing Jenna.”
She gasped, looking more relieved, but still giddy, “Does it make you... Erm… aroused.”
“Jenna, that’s not something we should talk about. This is getting outta hand.” She said nothing. Instead, she simply cast her gaze downward where the tent pole in my P.J’s gave her the answer she was looking for.
She blushed so hard then, sounding like a novice playing her first guitar chord, asked: “Did I make it do that?” Reluctantly, awkwardly, I nodded.
“I’ve never seen one before, not hard, anyway.” Again, that look, and those pretty, little eyes (and now a chancing smile) drawing me deeper in.
“Oh, no. No way. Jenna, I’m married. For crying out loud. You need to go to sleep, please.”
“This will be our little secret. No one but you, and me, will ever know what happened. If makes it easier, I just want see it - that’s all. I promise” Her hand traced a little cross on her chest as she made her vow.
By now my cock was practically prodding to free itself, the last of my resistance was failing. Maybe it was o.k. Maybe if I were truly appreciated Kate would have thought twice about leaving me over-night with this stunning young angel. It felt like stepping into a hot bath. Feeling every inch painfully submerge and realising that the only answer is to accept the inevitable and plunge the rest of the way.
Fuck it! Why Not?
“Jenna, are you sure? If I do this for you, promise me you will tell no one.” She nodded in response, slowly, nervously, but also sincerely. Nothing left but to hook my thumbs around the waistband.
I tugged on my clothing and, still sitting on the bed, felt the intimidating sensation of my exposed skin greeting the cool air. As the waistband briefly rested around my bulge, the curious babysitter inched her head forward, eyes like saucers as they anticipated the first glimpse of my rigid cock. I gave the elastic a sharp pull, the material slid away and my solid cock sprang up. My head swelled and glistened with pre-cum as it tasted freedom. Jenna gasped, her pupils dilating even further at her first glimpse of a man's aroused state, and the swollen spear majestically projecting itself just inches from her face.
“Oh, my!” She yelped. Her gaze cemented. “I never thought it would be so big.”
It twitched in response to her compliment, like a cobra, reacting to a snake charmer.
“Why does it do that?” she said, enthusiastically, slightly adjusting her head left and right to look at it from different angles.
“Blood pumps to it when it’s aroused, that makes it twitch.”
She continued to stare at my cock as if it were a newly purchased puppy, brought home for the first time. We sat in silence for a few further moments. The only sounds were our sharp, shallow breaths and the rapid thumping rhythm of my chest. In our own way, both us felt vulnerable as neither of us were sure where this game ended. It was a battle of confusing and contradicting emotions. My conscience tried to push images of Kate to the front of my mind, but even it couldn’t find a picture where she seemed interested, and they paled before the vision of this sparky young red-head as I noticed her, subtly squeezing her thighs together, becoming aroused. I suddenly remembered that below that shirt was a naked little pussy, tender and untouched. I wanted to see it, I wanted to feel her wetness and taste her skin, but I had to show restraint.
“Jenna, I um, kinda have something I need to do now.
“Oh!” Her face flushed an even deeper red. “You mean masturbate?”
“Well, yeah.” It was my turn to blush. Part of me just wanted left alone. Five minutes with my dick in my hand and the scent of those panties was all I asked; a quick fix for the addict who cold only see as far as the next hit. However, the pressure in my loins coerced me to push the boundaries even further. “Jenna, if you want to, you can watch me do it.”
My hand instinctively moved to my groin and my fingers began lightly stroking the underside of my shaft.
She met my offer with a stifled giggle and fought desperately to keep a straight face. “I’d like that.”
There was nothing left now, no barriers, and no second thoughts. I clasped an underhand grip around my cock and squeezed downward, exposing my swollen purple head, much to the babysitters delight. A feeling of relief coursed through me as my cock finally received the physical contact it craved. I continued with slow, steady strokes that heightened my arousal and kept me at full mast, edging a euphoria I did not want to end. There was a power to it, as if stroking my wand were luring this girl deeper under a spell. My breath quickened as the urge to stroke a little faster took over.
Jenna subconsciously began stroking her right breast and I could just make out the profile of her hardening nipples. It made me grip tighter and the tension in my shaft become delightfully unbearable, to the point where I grunted in pleasure.
Finally, the girl worked up the courage to speak again.
“Andy, that’s the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen. It’s so beautiful.” She was almost panting.
“Does it make your little pussy wet sweetheart?” I gasped. Feeling braver by the second and wanting to know what reaction I was having on her young succulent body. She broke eye contact, coyly staring at the floor before returning my gaze and whispered to me.
“Mr Price, I’ve been wet since I caught you in the bathroom. Here.”
She took the pink material that was still in her hand and dipped it below her shirt, returning the panties to my face with a glistening trickle that tickled the end of my nose and left a lingering scent of her juices on my skin. I was stroking a little more vigorously now, but kept the pace steady, resisting the instinct accelerate into a blurry fit. We seemed to sit there for the longest time. The girl absorbed by her first dizzying peek into sexual behaviour and the carnal manner I shamelessly teased my engorged dick with. As it continued to ooze with pre-cum I noticed the perky curious teen gradually appeared apprehensive and restless. It made me slow down and I eventually released the grip on my cock.
“Jenna, what’s wrong?” I asked, genuinely concerned, catching my breath. There was a contemplated pause before she looked at me and bashfully and uttered something that made my jaw drop.
“I want to show you something.”
Her hands crossed her chest and found the straps holding the nightshirt in place. The material slipped down her arms enough that the neckline now gave way to the first hint of her, soft milky chest. “I think you’ve been trying to peek at these ever since the snow storm.” She said, hands trembling.
It was my turn to gasp. Her breasts, perfectly formed, like grapefruits, popped into view, revealing small, hard nipples that sat high on her delicate mounds like precious gems on a golden crown.
“Oh my god. Jenna, I don’t know what to say. You are so fucking beautiful.”
“You can touch me.” Her voice quivered. “I want you to.”
The blood once again rushed to my cock, which was now on its second wind, but I cautioned myself. I was like Armstrong, stepping off that lunar lander: the first man. The situation called for a particular approach, a delicate appreciation of the gift she offered to me alone. I wanted to reciprocate with the gentlest intent, but at the same time, I wanted her to feel the urgency of sexual desire. I clasped an out-stretched hand on the side of her face and thoughtfully stroked her cheek.
“Are you sure?” I whispered.
She said nothing. Her trembling hands took mine in hers and her breaths became shorter, the slightest pressure guiding me downward. With my fingers, I traced the curved outline of her right breast. She inhaled sharply, closed her eyes, and exhaled a smooth moan as I grazed her nipple with my thumb. It hardened at my touch. I searched her expression for further approval and didn’t have to wait long. As her eyes opened, glazed, and longing,
“Please, don’t stop,” She said, expelling a whimpered sigh.
I cupped both her tits in my hands, feeling their suppleness and pinching them between my fingers. Softly kneading her nipples together and apart like a baker, delicately kneading the finest dough. Her nipples captivated me as they drew circles in the night air again, and again.
I was working up the courage, biding my time for the right moment to reach forward and take one of them in my mouth. I wanted to suck on her like a new-born calf suckling for the first taste of mothers milk. However, a tickle on the inside of my thigh distracted me and I looked down to find two of her fingers slowly walking their way up my leg.
“Can I?” She asked, pausing uncertainly.
I replied by pulling my vest off and, completely naked, widened my legs as I took her breasts in my hand again. Her eyes lit up and her hand continued its journey upward. It felt like waiting forever, but eventually they summited my thigh and I felt the tips of her fingers delicately cup my balls.
“Wow!” She whispered. My cock throbbed painfully, glistening with pre-cum. “I can’t believe it’s me making you so hard.” She teased my scrotum between her fingers and rubbed the contours of my skin. Her hands explored me a little bit at a time, working their way as she dared herself onto the base of my shaft and curled around me.
“You are so soft. I didn’t know men shaved their… things.”
“It’s not common, but I like it. The smoothness makes me harder. Jenna, you can’t just keep calling it ‘thing’.
“What should I call it?” she asked.
I shuddered. With a single finger, she finished the sentence by offering my shaft the slightest explorative strokes and gazed at it as if she were petting a new puppy.
“Oh my God!” I moaned, unable to respond as her fingers curled round the base of my dick and her grip embraced me.
“Do you like the way I touch your cock Andy?” She teased, timidly. “Is that what you want me call it: cock?”
“Oh fuck, Jenna ,” I groaned. “This is gonna make me cum.”
Her expression became eager and her lips pursed to form a little ‘ooh’.
“I want to see that. Tell me how I do it, please.“
“Grip me tighter.” I instructed. “Now tug on it, firmly.”
She allowed another girly little giggle to escape and began tugging on me with slow, smooth strokes. “I never thought I’d be doing this with your dick.”
“You’re doing great.” I said. My breath quickening as I felt my orgasm building, the pre-cum making little sloshing sounds as she continued jerking me off. I stopped touching her gorgeous mounds and rested my hands on the bed to steady myself as I began gyrating into her hand. My cock sliding in and out of the hole made between her thumb and fingers. “Oh, honey that feels so hot.”
She instinctively increased her pace, grinding harder as my cock hardened for the finale. I could feel my shaft strengthening as my balls tingled.
“It’s so hard in my hand. I can feel you growing.” She said, massaging my balls while she continued to pump excitedly. “Are you gonna do it soon?”
My breaths descended into husky moans as I watched the sweet girl jerking her first cock with innocent enthusiasm and her wonderful tits shuddered and jiggled at the motion. In this moment I forgot about Kate, forgot about Amy too. All that mattered was this moment, and as the tension in my groin became tighter, all I cared about was releasing the biggest load of spunk. Screw the consequences.
“Jenna, don’t stop!” I pleaded.
“Do it” she commanded. A dirty and determined look shone in her eyes. “Cum for me Andy.”
“UGGHHMYGAWD!!!” A bullet of hot spunk shot from my dick.
The babysitter squealed delightfully as the first shot splashed across her right breast, dousing her nipple in my hot treacle. I shuddered and convulsed, moaning as her motion slowed and my dick softened in satisfaction. She marvelled as the last contractions of my orgasm spilled more spunk, a volcanic eruption of semen that oozed over her hand.
I collapsed backward onto the bed, allowing my breath to slow down and became lost in a brief daze of elation. As I stirred back to reality, kneeling before my spent cock I saw the perplexed look on Jenna’s face as she studied the cum that glistened on her skin. I witnessed a strange contrast between her innocent beauty and the sullied breast that she probed with her fingers. It suddenly hit me hard that I had just opened the door on this girl’s sexuality.
With the pull of carnal desire fading fast, we both began to feel the vulnerability of our naked bodies. Her wild eyes locked onto mine as we accepted that a boundary between (a secretly shared) fantasy and reality had been crossed; and I wasn’t so sure how easy (if at all) it was going to be to close it over again, or if I even wanted to. I mentally slapped myself with an image of a furious Kate for even thinking along those lines.
“Andy? You ok?”
“Huh? – oh, yeah, sorry,” I fuddled. “Um… we should get this cleaned up.”
I reached over and grabbed some tissues from the nightstand, handing some to Jenna and using the rest to wipe the hand she had just been stroking me with, while she wiped the mess off her chest. A thought occurred to me, something that had escaped me earlier.
“Wait a second, how did you know?” I asked, thinking aloud.
Her look instantly changed.
“Huh?”
“Earlier, you only saw me holding your underwear, but you asked me how they smelt. Why?”
“Oh.”
Her eyes searched the floor for a response. It told me there was more to this than she was letting on. However, if there was any guilt in them, she hid it well. Reluctantly, she offered an answer.
“I didn’t ‘accidently’ walk in on you Andy.” She said, calmly. At the same time, she took another couple of tissues from the box by my side, took my flaccid cock in her hands, and began to dab it clean. “A girl knows when her things are being interfered with. I wasn’t happy about it, not at first.
“I don’t understand. What changed?” My confusion seemed to please her as a smile creased her lips and (without stopping her hands) she shot me an enchanting and devious look.
The sudden cry of my daughter in the next room burst the little after-bubble. The cool night air caused my skin to prickle and I suddenly felt the need to cover myself up. Jenna felt the same for she gently set my cock back down and inched her top back up. Her marvellous breasts disappearing below the rising shirt like the last setting sun.
“I’ll see to her.” She offered, rising and making for the door. Before disappearing she turned to answer my last question, there was a forbidden longing in that silky voice. “Oh, the thing that changed my mind: I realised I liked the idea of my dirty panties making a grown man’s cock hard. Goodnight Mr. Price.”
I actually blushed now, but she disappeared into the hall.
I crashed back onto the bed. My hand finding the limp cotton she had left behind. I once more took in scent, my tongue licking the damp crotch. A blissful mist came over me, and slipped into a long satisfied sleep.
To be continued.
