I should have closed the door.

I knew it from the moment I opened it and her spicy 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 head to her waist, and when she smiled, which she did often, dimples formed in her freckled cheeks. Above them, piercing green eyes peered up at me and as I met their gaze, I could sense something hidden behind their feigned innocence.

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

I invited her in to discuss and she brushed past me, wafting me with the scent of coconut shampoo.

As I closed the door behind us, my eyes immediately fell to the plump, perfectly round ass sticking out of her painted-on jeans. She glanced back at me over her shoulder, and knowing I had been caught staring, I burned bright red. But she just flashed me a devious grin.

And that’s how I knew she was trouble.

Trouble I really wanted to get into.

The Babysitter

By Eden Bliss

You're probably thinking it was stupid and reckless of me to have given Ava the job. After all, what good could come from inviting a beautiful, young woman into the life of a marriage on its last legs? 

In truth, whilst there was something about Ava that drew me to her. I didn't hire her for me, I did it for my kids. The pair of them were enamored with her just as I was. She had this air about her, radiating jubilance. And her warm presence was a welcome change in an icy environment. She was exactly the kind of person we needed; young, fun and full of energy.

Even  my wife, Maria, seemed to like her. I was surprised with how much she took to Ava considering how much she opposed having a babysitter in the first place. But I suppose it was less about the babysitter and more about the reason for needing one.

The whole thing was my idea. It was a last ditch attempt to salvage our failing marriage. Things had long grown stale, even hostile between us, so I proposed a weekly date night, in hopes of injecting a little fun and affection back into our lives. Maria was reluctant but I managed to talk her into it. She otherwise seemed all too content with letting our relationship die and I wondered if she only agreed to the idea as a way of giving the kids a break from our constant fighting whilst things ran their course.

I just couldn't fathom giving up the life I had spent decades building…that is until I met Ava, and temptation started whispering to me. It started filling my head with visions of her juicy, young ass bouncing on my lap. Her soft, pouty lips wrapped around my cock. It told me my marriage was doomed anyway.

I tried to ignore those thoughts but temptation was a stubborn siren.

*

The first date night we had scheduled, Maria didn't come down from the bedroom until five minutes after I had planned for us to leave. Her tardiness had long been one of my greatest frustrations. In the meantime, whilst I had been anxiously checking my watch, Ava came to me and told me how handsome I looked.

I blushed like I had done at our first meeting. It was the nicest thing anyone had said to me in years.

Then Maria finally came down the stairs and we drove to the restaurant in silence, where we ate in silence then returned in silence. 

The whole time I replayed Ava's words in my head, picturing her sexy little smile as she said it and the way her eyes lit up. I was starting to feel like a boy having his first crush again.

Upon returning from our date, Maria got out of the car and stormed inside. I felt an ache in my shoulders as I watched her go. The plan was already a failure and maybe I had to accept that my life as I knew it was surely coming to an end.

I went inside and 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.

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.

I rubbed my shoulder a little whilst fetching my favorite whiskey and pouring it into my favorite glass.

I noticed Ava waiting patiently by the front door for her cab. A leather handbag draped over her shoulder and her hands clasped in front of her lap. My eyes began to drift from her hands to the pale thighs that peeked out at me from beneath the hem of her skirt and I had to fight to redirect my gaze.

I stared down at my drink.

"Did the kids behave themselves?" I asked.

"You kidding? They're little angels." Ava replied.

I forced a laugh. "Are you sure you were babysitting the right kids?"

She let out a soft chuckle and gently chewed on her lip as she gazed at me. I glanced at her but feeling lewd thoughts forming, I awkwardly looked away, though I felt as if her eyes were still burning into me, and it was making me hot.

Luckily her taxi arrived.

"I'll see you next week, Mr Smith."

I gave her a nod and when she turned to exit, I couldn't help but steal a glance at the back of her smooth legs.

Her skin looked so creamy and soft. My heart raced at the thought of having those legs wrapped around me. I could hear her voice ringing in my eyes, begging me to fuck her harder.

I took another gulp then retreated upstairs, telling myself that I'd control these thoughts. And that next week's date night would be better.

*

It wasn't.

None of them were. Each and every date was just a repeat of the first. In the end, I was just wasting money at fancy restaurants because I couldn't accept the cold, bitter truth that my wife didn't love me anymore.

She hadn't yet said it herself of course but you could hear it in the way she spoke, see it in the way she rolled her eyes, feel it in the cold, tense atmosphere that developed whenever we shared a room. It was no wonder our bedroom had died a long time ago.

However, that's not to say that date night had no upside. Ava's weekly appearances brought warmth and laughter back into the house and I was soon more excited for her arrival than for my date itself.

Telling me how handsome I looked became part of our tradition. She said it every single week and every single week I needed to hear it more.  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 were what kept me going and I held on to each moment until the next.

My heart would race when I heard her knocking at the door. My cock would throb at the sight of her standing on the other side in one of her sexy, little outfits.

I did try to fight my sinful thoughts. After all, I was still a married man. Still trying to save that marriage. I shouldn’t have been lusting over a girl half my age. I often wondered what Ava would think if she had any idea what went through my mind every time she smiled at me.

So I tried to fight my sinful thoughts.

But as you’ll come to find, temptation was mightier than I.

*

I tapped my fingers on the kitchen counter, straining to keep my eyes up from my watch.

Maria's time management skills seemed to be getting worse and worse, as was my patience. Yet I was determined as ever to keep date night alive, partly just so I could see Ava again.

That was something I felt guilty about. Maybe it was my fault after all that Maria was going to leave. Perhaps if I wasn’t too busy drooling over the babysitter I’d have figured out how to fix date night. Those kinds of thoughts manifested themselves in a very real, physical pain that had spread from my shoulders and up to my neck.

Luckily I was pulled out from them by my son bellowing for me as he screeched across the kitchen floor.

"DAAAAADDYYY! 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 panted. "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.

"Not just hide and seek, but hide and seek tag," she corrected me as she grabbed herself a water from the fridge. "If they see me, I have to make a run for it."

I could tell she had already done plenty of that. Her  usually ivory face was glowing with an ethereal tint that matched the strands of bright, burning hair clinging to it. Her green eyes shone especially bright amongst the flames. As she gulped her water down, I took the opportunity to steal glances at her.

I watched the beads of sweat coursing down her neck and imagined lapping them up from her smooth, warm skin with my tongue. My eyes followed them as they trailed down towards her cleavage, disappearing beneath the white fabric of her cotton tank top. Her juicy, ripe tits peaked out at me and my mind clouded with lust.

I could just make out the pink bra holding them, and I had visions of tearing it off with my teeth and burying my face in the treasures beneath. All whilst my hands caressed her slim body and pulled her onto my lap.

I snapped out of my trance, thanks to the familiar sensation of guilt once again lashing at my shoulders, and faced away just in time before Ava put her bottle down on the counter.

"Don't you guys have reservations soon?" she asked.

Finally, I checked my watch. "In seventeen minutes."

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

"Well, you're looking exceptionally dashing tonight, if I may say so," she said.

That immediately pulled my eyes back up and I found her beaming that impossibly beautiful smile at me. I couldn't stop myself from doing the same. It didn't matter how much she'd say that, I'd never tire of hearing 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, the way they stared into my soul. 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."

We both laughed. It felt good. Right until I noticed Maria standing at the bottom of the stairs and looking over at me. I felt like I had just been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Luckily, before anyone could say anything, the kids leaped out from behind her and chased Ava away.

"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," she 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 the bitter dynamic we had developed felt, there was comfort in its familiarity.

But 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 are going to change. Like 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 too well. My only escape from it was the drive back 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 the 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 sat still. I ached worse than ever as I wondered if it was still too late to find a new babysitter. I weighed my options, and the thought of not seeing Ava again was extremely heavy. I felt like a cartoon, with a little devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other.

I didn't know what to do anymore. All I knew is that these little fuckers were heavy and my shoulders were killing me.

I sighed and headed on in.

The place was spotless like always.

"Welcome home Mr Smith," Ava said.

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 and chugged it down.

She watched me and chewed her lip softly. Different to how I had seen her before though.

"Is everything okay?" she asked. Her voice was 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?" she cooed. "Could have fooled me. Want me to take a look?"

Before I could protest, she had whipped around behind me. Suddenly, I felt her soft fingers pressing into my shoulders. It was heaven. I felt all my tension start to drain away through them. Soon the pain had gone completely, leaving me with the best sensation I had felt in years.

"Wow," I said in a way they came out too much like a moan, "you're really good at that."

She sounded so proud when she next spoke, I could just imagine the way she was beaming.

"I'm actually practicing to become a massage therapist," she told me.

"Well you can practice on me any time," I said quickly.

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.

Soon after, an engine pulled up outside but I was so engulfed by Ava's touch that I was oblivious to all else.

She waited a few moments, then whispered, "My cab's here."

She kept rubbing my shoulders though, she didn't stop until I finally and reluctantly stood up and turned around.

"Right," I murmured.

I think she saw the disappointment in my eyes and knew there was more to it than 'joint pain'.

Holding me by my arm, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed me on my cheek.

"It's going to be okay, Mr S.”

Slowly, she pulled away and padded to the door. My eyes were fixed on her until the very moment she was out of sight. The second she was gone, a pit reopened in my stomach and the pain seeped back in.

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

I was a 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," Marie 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.

"And what about me?" I asked.

"What about you?"

Ouch.

Well that did it.

I was already dressed up for date night. I was wearing my best suit. I had a long think about 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 at sunset, we'd take a stroll down to the beach 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 at the last minute that she was going to go 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.

I rubbed my shoulders and pondered life as a single man, only breaking from my depressed thoughts thanks to a knock at the door,

I opened it to find Ava beaming up at me. 

"Evening Mr S!"

Her glossy, pink lips glistened as she smiled. She wore this beautiful, blue, floral pattern summer dress, cut low enough that it was hard to ignore the perky tits threatening to spill out from it. She clutched her purse by the hem of the dress which swayed idly against her creamy, cushiony thighs.

I was practically drooling. She didn't even say another word, it was as if she were patiently waiting for me to finish eyeballing her with my lewd thoughts.

Then I 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 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 and I froze as I wrestled with temptation. The idea called to me. It felt wrong but then again, my marriage was basically over. So why not enjoy myself? Besides, it was just a massage.

"If you want," she added.

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

"I mean, it would help" I said, trying to sound nonchalant whilst also desperately hoping she didn't back down. “If you want.”

She smiled, that devilish smile she flashed me the first time we met.

"I do."

Just a shoulder rub, I reminded myself.

I started to peel off my jacket and she helped me slip out of it, tossing it over the couch.

I gazed down at her. She was so beautiful.

"Take off your shirt," she said breathily.

"Really?" I gulped.

My breathing was getting heavy too.

She grabbed my shirt and untucked it from my pants, all whilst our eyes stayed glued on one another's.

"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 breathing get a little heavier. Hers too. She undid the last and bit her lip. Then she slid it off my shoulders.

"You can sit down now," her voice quivered a little as she discarded my shirt next to my jacket.

I planted myself. Our eyes stayed locked until she was behind me and I felt her warm breath on my neck. 

"Everything is going to be okay," she told me. “I’m going to take good care of you.”

A spicy fragrance crept over my shoulders and I instinctively inhaled its enticing aroma as Ava's fingers pressed down onto my skin. She knew just where to touch and just how to touch it. Over time her fingers glided from my shoulders up to my neck, making me tingle.

Soon after they swept through my hair. I leaned back, like putty in her hands.

Ava gazed down at me, drifting closer. I felt her warm breath again. Now I could smell its minty freshness.

Our noses brushed together. Then her lips touched mine and it was like electric pulsed through me.

I should have pulled away. I should have told her it was wrong. I should have sent her home.

But I didn’t. I couldn't.

Instead I slipped my tongue into her mouth and wrestled it with her own. I reached up and placed my hand on the back of her head, hungry for more; pressing our faces passionately together. She moaned into the kiss, cupping my face as I eagerly pushed my tongue down her throat. 

My heart raced, eagerly pumping blood into my groin until I was bulging in my pants.

Ava pulled away, her lips glistening with our shared spit. She backed into the wall behind her and made a 'come here' gesture with her finger whilst biting the corner of her lip.

I darted towards her and she jumped into my embrace, wrapping her arms and legs around me and molding our bodies together. We pressed our faces together and she gently pulled at my bottom lip with her teeth before running her tongue inside and along my tonsils.

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

"Take me upstairs," she finally said. The desperation in her voice was enough to drive any man wild. "And I’ll make this the best night of your life.”

Lust consumed me.

If there had been any chance of me backing down, it was gone.

I carried Ava upstairs and collapsed us onto the bed. I buried my face into the warm, crook of her neck. I inhaled her natural scent. It felt nice to feel so completely engulfed by her. I kissed her sultry flesh and lapped up the sweat like I had fantasized about. Dragging my tongue downwards I reached her cleavage and buried my face between them. She ran her hand over the back of my head and pushed my face firmly into her chest. I grabbed the top half of her dress and yanked it down, tearing the fabric a little as her gorgeous tits spilled out.

I grabbed them and put one in my mouth, swirling my tongue over her erect, pink nipple whilst I played with the other in my hand. She moaned softly as I savored her taste but it wasn’t enough. I needed more of her. So I ran both my hands up her legs until I felt the soft fabric of her panties.

I dug my fingers into the waistband and pulled them down her thighs, over her knees and off her feet. I tossed them on the floor beside us and flipped her dress up so she bared her most intimate place to me.

A tight, glistening slit sat between two puffy lips beneath a small tuft of pubic hair. Its musky aroma quickly filled the air, intoxicating me with a hunger unlike anything I had ever known.

I grabbed Ava’s thighs and ran my tongue along the wet, pink and narrow slit staring back at me. The way she whimpered was so sexy.

I moved one of my hands from her under thighs and hooked it further around her leg, granting my fingers access to her clit. I pressed my thumb against it, applying a little pressure but not being rough, and started to swirl it around rhythmically, all whilst continuing to eat her soaking  young cunt.

Her whimpers soon turned into deep, breathy moans as she begged me not to stop.

So I didn't. A meteor hitting the house wouldn't have stopped me. I kept on doing it exactly like that, taking in her erotic groans of pleasure like music to my ears until her thighs closed around them. Squeezing her legs tight together so my face was completely sandwiched, she grabbed my head hard and pushed it desperately into her little twat.

Her soft natured moans turned into a single, loud, guttural cry of joy. Her whole body shuddered and tensed up. I didn't stop until she relaxed and let go.

My face was soaked. I slowly pulled my head up as she panted beneath me. Her skin was boiling to the touch. She had her eyes closed.

"Are you okay, beautiful?" I whispered.

She smiled, "Fuck, yeah."

My dick throbbed achingly in my pants. I think if I had waited any longer, it would have burst through on its own.

Luckily, Ava sat up, pulled her dress over her head and threw it across the room so she was stark naked. She leaned forward and placed her soft, little hand on my bulge, giving it a squeeze as she looked up at me.

“I’ve waited too long for this,” she purred.

She dragged down my zipper and fished my cock out from my pants. The way her eyes lit up made it throb in her hands. Not wasting any more time, she leaned forward and took the tip between her soft, cushiony lips. I immediately moaned and held her head for support as she bobbed back and forth. Her tongue danced beneath my shaft as she went deeper then swirled over the head as she pulled back., all whilst her delicate hand jerked and twisted along what wasn’t in her mouth. Then she started to take it deeper, and lash her tongue right against the most sensitive spot underneath the tip.

My body shuddered.

“Oh fuck,” I whined. “If you keep doing that I’m going to cum.”

Finally she sat back, wiping her mouth with one hand whilst stroking her saliva into my cock with the other.

“Not yet,” she said. “I need it inside me.”

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

But she just smiled that sexy, devilish smile, and purred, “Good. I want to feel the real thing.”

With a hungry growl, I flipped her over onto her stomach, making Ava squeal with delight. I lifted her hips into the air and once again squeezed her plump ass in my hands. Then I took my cock and ran the tip up and down her wet slit until it was coated in her juices. After, I pressed it against her small entrance, slowly pushing until it granted me access to her depths. We both moaned loudly as her pussy stretched invitingly around my meat and then clamped back down on it with a velvety grip.

“Oh my fucking God, Ava!” I called out.

“You like that tight, little pussy?” she whimpered. “Then show me. Pound me with that big fucking dick.”

I happily obliged, holding onto her waist as I railed her from behind.

"Yes! Yes! Ungh!" he moaned. "Harder! Harder! Just like that! God yes, just like that!"

I held that rhythm as she 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 sweet, usually soft voice had taken on a raspy edge.

Holding her hips, I continued to hammer into her.

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

She let out a cute but 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."

Her pussy was too tight. Too good. And the knowledge that she was just waiting for Maria to leave so she could jump on me only excited me further.

As my breathing my fell into a fast and erratic pace, so did my thrusts. My heart battered against my chest so much it hurt. I felt a tingle emanate from my groin that spread throughout the rest of my body.

"Oh fuck," I gasped. "Ava, you're going to make me cum!"

“Yes Mr S, cum for me! I know you want to cum inside my little pussy!”

She was now meeting my thrusts, 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.

“Ahhhh fuck! I can’t do that!”

I was moments away from exploding, I had to find the willpower to pull out.

“Yes you fucking can!” Ava squealed. “I want you to put a baby in me!”

Her words connected to the most primal part of my brain. I hunched over, burying myself to the hilt inside of her young pussy as it milked drop after drop of my sperm into her unprotected, fertile womb. My body vibrated with pleasure. Only until I had been thoroughly milked dry did I find the strength to pull out of Ava and collapse beside her.

“That was so good,” Ava said, curling up into my arms and rubbing my chest. “And something tells me you really needed it,” she added with a giggle.

“You have no idea.”

For once, the world felt so tranquil. I felt at peace. So much so that I could have sworn I had only closed my eyes for a moment but when I opened them again, there were birds singing from outside and sunlight was creeping through the blinds.

I looked beside me and found Ava still there, sleeping blissfully with the bed sheets strewn across her lower half.

For a moment I just watched her and smiled. And only then, when I realized just how bright it was, did I check my phone.

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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