“Honey,” my wife says, slipping her shoes off, hanging her coat in the entry closet, “I’m going upstairs to go check on the kids. Would you take care of the babysitter?”

I glance in the direction of our living room. Helene’s gone there to gather her stuff. “Are we really paying her twenty bucks an hour?” I whisper.

“I know she’s expensive, but all our regulars were busy. Helene was recommended by the college. I’m just happy I could get anyone.” My wife dismisses me with a shake of her head and starts walking up the stairs, but pauses. “Oh, and walk her to her car, would you? It’s dark out there.”

I’m in the midst of slipping off my left loafer, but I sigh and start putting it back on. “Sure, babe.”

“I know you think it’s silly, but…” My wife whisks away upstairs without finishing her sentence.

Rounding the corner past our kitchen, I pause at the threshold into the next room. Helene’s leaning over the couch that’s facing our TV, bag in her hand, packing away her stuff. In yoga pants and a t-shirt that are practical if a touch snug, I brace for the guilt I get from checking her out, but I do it anyway. She’s slender, tight, toned, and I drink it in while I can. Goddam do I need to get laid. When her eye catches mine, I grin and say, “The kids weren’t any trouble, were they?”

Her nose ring flashes in the subdued lighting, matching the studs running up the lobe of her ear, the bar piercing across it. Her hair is dark and short, making her all the more the sexy pixie. She reminds me of the type of hot girl I was too intimidated to talk to back when I was her age. “Kids were great, Mark,” she says, “Happy to watch them again, any time.” Her words are innocuous but the way she says them, the way they purr out of her, the way her dark eyes linger on mine…

My hands go clammy. I didn’t expect her to flirt back. “So, um, sixty bucks, right?”

Helene laughs, tosses her bag over her shoulder, and walks right up to me. She’s a head shorter than me but so intimidating. “You and your wife have a good time?”

“Uh, it was fine. Dinner for a friend’s birthday. This nice steakhouse.”

“Sounds fascinating. Well, I’ll be taking off so you can go upstairs and get laid.”

I gasp.

She shrugs. “Oh, don’t act all prudish now. Pay me, and I’ll get out of your way.”

“I’m– I’m– I’m supposed to walk you to your car!” I stammer. I know, it’s barely coherent, but it’s what I say.

Helene’s lips curl back before she chuckles. “What?”

“She said– she said I was supposed to. That it’s dark outside.”

Helene descends into full and mocking laughter. “Uhhh… ok.” She gives me coquettish little flip of her head. “Let’s go then, shall we?” She doesn’t wait, just turns and walks out, her slender ass swinging side to side as she goes.

I follow behind her, feeling like a fool. It’s night, sure, but we live on a quiet suburban street and there’s nothing outside but the buzz of crickets and the distant rush of the expressway. Helene’s compact sedan is parked right in front of our house. A dense hedge shields it from view, but there’s not a soul around. The car’s lights turn on as she unlocks it with her remote, and she sets her bag into the backseat.

“Uh, here’s eighty,” I say, handing her four twenties from my wallet.

Helene turns and looks at my money suspiciously. “Why eighty? You said sixty inside.”

“Err, tip?”

“’Tip,’” she repeats, like she’s never heard of anything so preposterous. “Throw in another twenty and I’ll show you my tits.”

I suck a breath. “What?!”

“Get over it, Mark. You’re so horny I can smell it. I may be young but I’m not naive. I know you’re wondering what my tits’re like. That you may be about to go fuck your wife but it’ll be me you’re thinking about when you cum. And what’s another twenty bucks to a guy like you? You’re loaded, and you’re paying with cash, your wife will never find out that you tipped the babysitter a little too generously.”

Why is what she’s saying sounding so logical? But I’m not a total idiot, I know bait when I hear it. My hands are still clean here. So why is that twenty in my wallet is calling out to me, clamoring to be spent?

As I’m busy vacillating Helene is reaching up with both arms over her head and pulling off her t-shirt, tossing it casually inside her car.

I whimper and stare at her sports bra, so tight, so unexpectedly curvy. Girl’s got tits for ages tucked snugly against her chest, tits that need so desperately to be set free from their prison of fabric, tits that push out the stretchy material into two big and tempting bulging hemispheres.

Helene arches her back a little and giggles. “You’re not a cheater, are you, Mark?”

I glance around with guilty eyes. Thankfully, the street remains otherwise dark and deserted, and between her car and the hedge we have privacy. “No,” I swallow. Damn if my mouth isn’t watering.

“An honest man, huh. Well, how bout that.” She takes the eighty from my hand, begins to get into her car. I can feel this hot young woman slipping from my life.

“Wait!” I choke, pulling another twenty from my wallet, hold it out. “Not entirely honest.”

She pauses and gives me a look, one which morphs into a grin as her eyes slip from the the proffered bill to the needy lust on my face. “Interesting,” she says, “How much would you pay if I let you touch them?”

I pull out another twenty.

“Oh, please, Mark. I’m a classy lady.”

A third bill joins the first two.

Helene giggles again, reaches for the money. I pull it away. She frowns at me. “Cold feet?”

But it’s not that. It’s all the times I’ve been my own worst enemy, all the times I’ve let my timidity rob me of what I really wanted from hot women like Helene. “Another hundred if you blow me.”

“Mark.” She draws my name out, tone descending in mockery of admonishment. “Won’t your wife be jealous when you come to bed, cock already wet, red with the babysitter’s lipstick? And anyway, I’m worth at least another two hundred.”

“One-twenty. And she’s not waiting for me. She’s probably already asleep. If it’s not you, it’s my hand. And I know which I’d prefer.”

Helene’s eyebrows rise at this admission. I don’t know if I’m being too honest. “One-eighty, and I’ll swallow your cum.”

I eye my wallet, thumb through its contents. “One-sixty’s all I got left.”

“Deal.” She holds her palm out towards me.

Are we really doing this? Am I really hiring the babysitter to suck my cock? Is she really debasing herself for me? Or is she just taking advantage of an old and horny man? And as I place the money in her hand and she turns to tuck it away in her bag, I don’t wait to find out. With her legs on the ground and head in her car, I reach around her from behind, my hands coming up, one on each tit. I pull her back towards me, and as I grab them and squeeze them and feel them filling my palms and bounce them and my cock swells in my pants and jabs her in the ass.

“You’re really getting a kick out of this,” she giggles.

“This a regular thing for you? Getting groped by the dads you work for?”

“The cute ones, maybe. Y’all are fun to tease. Most aren’t so handsy as you, though.”

“Gotta get my money’s worth,” I grunt, fingers coming up beneath the hemline of her sports bra, pressing into her tits skin on skin. They’re flawless, perky, skin smooth, and I pull her bra up to bare her chest and flick my thumbs over her nipples — careful not to get greedy and pinch her — only wanting to titillate. I brush past them over and over again, making them grow stiff.

She whimpers. “No fair!”

“What’s no fair?”

“You aren’t supposed to actually turn me on.”

Her tits are heavy in my hands, her skin growing clammy and hot. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to fondle teen breasts, or maybe I never did play with such a nice pair even back when. “You’re my whore, Helene,” I say, “Bought and paid for. It excites you, makes you wet.”

“Shut up,” she says, “You don’t even know me.”

I drop a hand from her tit, run it down her flat belly, slide it between her legs. “I know whores like you. You’re all the same. Think just because you’re hot you can get away with murder.”

“Maybe I can.”

My fingers press down under her yoga pants, slide along her bare waxed pussy, curl up inside her sex, make her whimper. “I knew you were wet.”

“You’re playing dirty.”

“And you fuckin’ love it.” With index and middle fingers dripping with her heat, I massage her clit while my other hand remains groping breasts. I’ve got Helene going with just my hands alone, got her tight toned body humming with need, got her sucking down air and spreading her legs and pushing her ass into me.

I sweep my fingers inside her to soak them in her heat, and when I bring them back to her clit I find it swelling and excited and desperate for my touch, eager for my rough massage. She gasps and bucks and I hold her up with my hand on her chest and jab into her again with my cock.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” she says, voice taunting.

“Now there’s an interesting idea.”

I look around, see the street just as deserted as when I last checked. But it feels incongruous. It’s a calm, warm night with wisps of low clouds blanketing the suburbs in a tranquil peace, and here Helene and I are shattering it, desecrating it with our lust.

“No,” she laughs, “You don’t have the balls.”

“You sure about that?”

I let go of her tit, and her chest drops down onto the rear seat of her car, her cheek planting against the cushion, dark eyes wide and turned back to watch me. I’ve hooked my fingers in the hem of her yoga pants and pull them down around the slender curves of her ass. It doesn’t surprise me to see her asshole’s been bleached.

“What’re you–!” she starts.

“Oh, don’t tell me you don’t like it.” I’ve spread her cheeks, and with my thumb I’m running orbits around her pucker, teasing it by brushing gently past it.

My other hand has been busy freeing my cock, and it now stands in full and bulging erection through my fly, soaring stiff and true and pointing directly at its prize. I bring Helene and I together, rubbing my angry dick along her pussy lips, smearing my precum into her heat.

She gasps, “Fuckin hell you’re hard.”

“Just what a whore needs.” I shove my dick into her while pushing my thumb into her ass at the same time, penetrating both her holes and making her eyes close and jaw drop and lips hang open in a perfect circle of ecstasy. Her pussy’s grip on my dick is incredibly tight. I fuck away, watching her lips stretch to fit around my girth, feeling my shaft press its way deep inside her.

And the girl fucking loves it, her stifled moans filling the cabin of her car, her waves of bliss pulsing through her and clenching down on my thumb.

“You’re too big!”

“Fuck that,” I say, fucking her harder. It’s a bit of an awkward setup, having her bent over into her car. But my hips come in to meet hers over and over again, shoving her into her seat, filling her with my shaft. Her arousal soaks my dick and drips down onto my balls. “You’re gonna fuckin take my cum like a whore.”

“Wait–!”

“Relax,” I cut her off, “I got snipped years ago. Goddam, is your pussy tight.” I can feel it as things change, as the pleasure in my cock switches in timbre. I’m still fucking her just the same, but I know my orgasm is approaching. “You’re gonna like this,” I grunt, “It’s been a while. I gotta fat load saved up for you.”

“I only let my boyfriend cum in me!”

I groan and throw my head back, grab her hips and slam us together. “A bit late for that, sweetie, doncha think?”

“No, please!”

The orgasm is hitting, but with a roar of frustration, I yank myself out right as the cum blasts from me. One, two, three fat ropes spurt in quick succession, coating her ass, spraying down her back. Another fires loose, a sticky white load landing directly on Helene’s asshole, before the spunk starts oozing. “Made a mess,” I grunt, wiping my cock clean on her ass cheek before staggering back, catching my balance on her car door.

“Oh my god,” she says, looking at the goo coating her, “You’re such an asshole.” She reaches for her t-shirt, starts trying to wipe herself off.

“Hey, give me my money back.”

“Why?”

“Payment was for drinking my cum, not wearing it.”

She stands, pulling her pants up, eyes narrow. “Get the fuck outta here.”

I grab her ass, hard, release it only to give it a solid spank. “See ya next time, eh?” And I laugh, whistling to myself as I head back inside.