My Seductress Sitter

Chapter Three

Seth

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

How could I have let that happen? I knew as soon as she pointed to those chickpeas above her what was going to happen, and I let it happen. I knew she wanted to tease me, and she definitely has.

It's been 30 minutes, my cock hasn't even dreamed of going down.

Barb is going to absolutely kill me.

I smell the tacos Sydney is cooking from my office. I know that soon enough she'll be done cooking and back outside with Danny. Knowing she'll be far away from me is somewhat of a reprieve. As much as my cock is begging to go into the kitchen and fuck her, I have to think rationally.

I'm a married man. Sure, Barb and I have had our problems in the past but we have a family. I would be throwing all of that away in an instant if I pushed what's happening between me and Sydney any further.

She has to go.

When I settle down enough to think straight, I dial the number for the babysitting agency on my phone and wait until a representative picks up.

"Hi, I'm calling to see if you might have another babysitter to send to my residence?" I explain after the agent introduces herself. I give her some of my information so she can look up my profile.

"It looks like you have a sitter currently booked for an entire week. Is there something wrong?" Her voice is calm, but there's a hint of concern in it. I'm sure she's not used to getting calls complaining about the different sitters in their agency, especially not one like Sydney. I can imagine that most guys that luck out with her have few complaints.

A part of me wants to tell her that yes, there is a problem. The babysitter they sent to my house has been trying to seduce me and destroy my life. But there's part of me that wants that desperately.

Instead of saying anything, I shake my head and smile as if the agent could see and take a breath. "No, Sydney is great. I'm just aware that she's in school and only doing this part time, so I want to be prepared in case I need someone in the future and she's not available."

"Of course," The agent says, almost relieved she's not going to have to fill out paperwork. "Did you want someone sent over to replace Sydney this week."

When I dialed the number, I thought I knew the answer to this. Getting Sydney as far away from my house as possible seemed like the smart thing to do, but at the same time, I'll really miss seeing her outside. I've only known the girls for 2 days, but seeing her around the house has been a treat.

Is it bad that I'm having a change of heart?

I close my eyes and think about Barb and what she would say if she knew what was happening with Sydney. As soon as the thought strikes me, my mind wanders to all the wonderful things that Sydney and I could do while Barb is away. I imagine Sydney in my office with her legs spread wide while I taste every inch of her.

I shouldn't be thinking this. I shouldn't be looking at her like anything more than a babysitter. I'm married.

"Sorry, I just wanted to look into some back up options," I say in spite of myself. It's gonna be a long week here all alone, maybe having some eye candy to look at won't be the end of the world. I'll make sure she's gone before Barb comes back and if she asks, Sydney was some old retired teacher.

The agent goes over different sitter options and I listen patiently while I hear the sound of splashing and laughter in the back yard. Of course, I look and see Sydney in a tiny little bikini standing in the shallow end of the pool with Danny.

It takes every ounce of will in my body to look away from her and focus on work. I have a lot to do and I can't afford any more distractions.

I know, it's a little ironic that I have the biggest distraction God ever put on this earth working for me right now.

The sound of laughter echoes through the yard and I do my best to force the images of Sydney from my mind while I work. It takes a while, but I get in the zone. I read over and approve expense reports and prep for a huge meeting next week with only a lingering image of Sydney sucking me off in the back of my head.

My phone rings and pulls me from my work. I look down to see that it's Barb. We haven't really spoken since she left for Vegas. She's on a big work trip giving presentations at this conference, her schedule completely packed with client dinners and outings with the rest of her department.

I tried to call her last night just to update her on everything happening here with our child, but she couldn't talk. She just sent me a quick text message saying that she was entertaining a new client at the casino.

Even though I wanted to talk to her last night, I hesitate now. I know that something has happened that I should tell her about. I hired a babysitter and she came on to me, rubbing my cock in the kitchen. On top of that, I didn't fire her. I'm well aware that there is a door open right now, but I intend to close it later when Danny is put to bed.

"Hey babe," I say when I pick up the phone, backing away from my computer and resisting the urge to turn around and look at Sydney's luscious body in the tiny bikini. "You finally found a spare moment to talk, I see."

"Don't be passive aggressive," Barb says with an audible sigh. I listen while I wait for her to say something else, feeling mildly annoyed at the comment. I hear different voices in the background, trying to pick up who they are. I've met most of her coworkers countless times, I'm even good friends with some of them.

A man's voice speaks up close to the phone and I feel my spine straightening in the chair. I know that voice.

"Is Brandon there?" I ask, trying to keep my voice calm even though there's an edge threatening to break out.

Barb hesitates before answering. "I told you he was coming."

I bark a laugh that I'm aware sounds condescending, but I don't care enough to hide it. "No, when I asked you told me he was going to be out of town for a wedding and couldn't make it."

Another pause. "Did I? I don't think it was Brandon I was talking about then."

Here we go again. The argument she and I have had 15 times by now. Brandon has always been a little too friendly with Barb and it's rubbed me the wrong way on numerous occasions. At the Christmas party last year, he kept trying to get her under a mistletoe in front of me. It almost came to blows before Barb dragged me out of the office and yelled at me for embarrassing her on the drive home.

Why the hell would she lie about him being there now?

"Where are you now?" I ask, trying to listen to the background to see if I could get any sense of what was going on. All I could hear was the din of different people and cutlery on plates.

"Just the hotel's restaurant. I swear there's nothing happening right now," Barb says. I can practically hear her rolling her eyes. "Everything between me and Brandon is solely in your head. He's just a friend."

An audible laugh nearby catches my attention and every nerve in my body is fully on edge. I grit my teeth and stare at my computer monitor, wondering why the hell she would say that in front of him. It's disrespectful and rude, and she knows that. She might as well announce to the entire world that I'm worried Brandon is going to fuck my wife.

"I've got a lot of work to do," I say, with every intention of hanging up the phone.

"Wait! Put Danny on it, I want to talk to him," Barb says before I have a chance.

For the first time since being on the phone with my wife, I turn around and look toward the pool where Sydney is now sunbathing on the side in her bikini while Danny plays with some action figures on a towel beside her. If I felt guilty about Sydney being here before, I don't feel that way anymore.

"Danny's asleep right now," I say, not wanting to get into an argument about Sydney being here with Danny.

"Okay, call me when he wakes up then," Barb says before hanging up the phone. I drop it on my desk and stare at it for a few moments while I try to calm myself down. I'm pissed off though.

I try to get back to work with the memory of the phone call still lingering in my head and struggle getting through the rest of my shift. I have to work a little later than I normally would, and I barely even register that until there is a light knock on my door.

"Come in," I say, bracing myself for Sydney to come in and do something to tease me again. Honestly, I don't think I would be too opposed right now.

Instead, Danny runs in with a wide smile on his face and smears of peanut butter and jelly on his cheeks. He kisses me good night and before he is out of the office, I see Sydney peeking her head around the door frame. She offers me a gentle wave and a soft smile before taking off with Danny to put him to bed.

I stand up and move to the doorway to watch the two of them walk down the hall together, admiring the shape of Sydney's curves as she walks away in nothing but a pair of denim shorts and a bikini top. Oh, I could get used to that sight.

I wrap up one quick thing at work before clocking out for the rest of the night, heading to the living room to wait for Sydney to come back. It takes about 20 minutes, then she walks in, tiptoeing along the floors to avoid waking up Danny now that he's freshly asleep.

She stops in the doorway when she sees me. I'm sitting on the couch, clearly waiting for her, and now the two of us are completely alone. A smile creeps up on her face and I know exactly what she's thinking.

"Are you sure he's asleep?" I ask, standing up and walking to the back door. If she and I have to have a conversation, it has to be where Danny couldn't possibly hear.

"I'm positive. He was snoring loud enough for me to feel confident about leaving," Sydney says as she walks toward the back door and follows me out.

I lead her to a patio table sitting under an umbrella and gesture for her to sit down. She sits beside me, turning the chair so she's facing me entirely, letting me see her perfect tits on display in her bikini top. She sits up straight, making sure they are the center of focus. Of course, my eyes linger.

"I think we should talk about what happened in the kitchen earlier," I say, forcing myself to look away from her tits to her brown eyes. She softens them to look innocent and naive, like she has no idea what I'm talking about. "That can't happen again. I have every reason to fire you and call the agency to tell them all about it. You're lucky I'm not doing that."

She wrinkles her eyebrow before her lips curl into a smile. "Why aren't you firing me though?"

She probably sees this as a sign, and I have to make sure it's clear that it isn't. "Because Danny likes you. But I want to make it clear that if anything like that happens again, I'm going to make sure you lose your job. That behavior is unacceptable. It crosses every boundary you and I should have with each other. Understood?"

My voice comes out firmer than I intend, but something about that only seems to excite Sydney more.

"It's really cold out here, isn't it?" Sydney says as she wraps her arms around herself, squeezing her tits together. It's a clear attempt to get me to look, and I hate to admit that it worked. "A soak in the hot tub would be lovely, wouldn't it?"

"I think you should go home," I say. "And if you're cold while you're here, perhaps consider wearing a sweater."

The idea of her walking around without any of her skin showing is disappointing, but I know it's for the best.

"Come on, Seth," Sydney says with a smile, leaning forward and placing a small hand on my knee. "I don't know what's going on with you, but I can see how stressed you are. Something is on your nerves right now. What's the point of having a hot tub if you're not going to relax in it?"

She doesn't wait for my reply before she stands up and walks toward the hot tub by the swimming pool. I turn around and watch her in disbelief. She simply cannot take no for an answer and isn't going to stop until she has what she wants. Maybe I should fire her after all.

The thought dies in my head when I see her shimmy out of her jean shorts before lowering herself into the hot tub. My cock stiffens in my jeans and I know this is a temptation I'm going to really struggle resisting.

"Maybe it's time you go home for the night," I say, my voice almost a whisper. Sydney turns around and looks at me, her sunkissed body slick with water.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you over the bubbles," Sydney hollers back to me. She smiles and gestures for me to come closer with her little finger.

I reluctantly stand up and move toward the water to make sure she hears every syllable of what I have to say. "It's time for you to go home."

She pouts at me and rolls her eyes. "You're no fun, Seth. When was the last time you just relaxed?" I don't answer her as I stand here and watch, forcing myself to look at her eyes and not her tits as they float just above the surface. "I'll tell you what. If you sit in this hot tub for five minutes and unwind, I'll get up and leave."

"Why does that matter?"

"Because that's my job to make sure you and Danny are taking care of here. I can't in good conscience go home knowing you're stressed out," Sydney purrs.

"You have to take care of Danny, not me."

"I suppose that's one way of looking at it. But if Danny is partially my responsibility, then I need to make sure nothing happens with you when I'm not here," Sydney says. She's trying to rationalize this and it's not working. It's completely nonsensical, but the more I look at her sitting in that hot tub, doing anything to get me in it with her, the more my resolve disappears.

Plus, she's not going to give up.

"How about I just put my feet in the water?" I say, not waiting for her to answer as I sit down on the concrete and roll up my jeans to stick my feet in the steaming water.

Sydney stands up with an eager smile, water rippling off of her perfect body as she claps her hands and jumps from happiness. It's hard not to admire how her tits jiggle as she does.

"You have to understand where I'm coming from," I say as she takes a half step closer to me. "I'm married. I have a life that I love and I don't want anything interfering with it. Whatever fixation it is that you have with me is wrong and it needs to stop."

Sydney nods her head and bats her eyelashes as she moves closer. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable if you took those off?" She points to my rolled up jeans and bites her lips as she holds her hands behind her back and waits excitedly for my answer.

"You haven't listened to a word I said have you?" I move to stand up, hoping to end this once and for all. I'll definitely miss seeing her around the house, but I can't risk destroy my life for her.

Before I can stand up, she grabs my hand and holds me down. I have an urge to yank it away, but I don't. I look at her and watch as she pulls her hand away from mine and reaches around to untie the string of her bikini top. I don't have a chance to look away before her tits are completely free and the thin triangles of fabric are floating in the water.

My jaw practically drops. They're absolutely stunning.

My cock stands right up and she can see it as she moves closer and presses her palm against my zipper.

"I know that you have needs, Mr Jenkins. Your wife's not here to meet them and I'm more than happy to help you unwind." She presses her hand harder against me, squeezing my already aching cock and I let out a guttural moan at the sensation. "Please, just let me take care of you. That's all I want."

I try to wrap my head around what's happening, around the fact that my gorgeous babysitter just took her top off in front of me and is now reaching toward the buttons of my jeans to free my cock. This is, by all means, a dream come true.

I think about Barb in Vegas for a moment. But then I think about how she lied to me about being there with Brandon and whatever implication that may have. The desire I have to push Sydney away wanes and I find myself giving in.

Lord knows this is probably the biggest mistake I'll ever make, but I can't fight this anymore. I don't think I've ever been as turned on as I have been over the past 24 hours. And here is Sydney, an absolute vixen of a woman dying to pleasure me.

She frees my cock and stares at it in admiration for a moment before wrapping her hand around it and squeezing. "I've been thinking about this all day. You know, I've never done this before."

"Never?" I ask, fully astounded. By how she's been teasing me, I would have imagined she could take a cock like a pro. But something about her being an innocent virgin, desperate to feel me inside her turns me on more than ever imagined.

My cock stiffens at just the thought. She giggles and stares at my thick cock with lust filled eyes. Without thinking, I reach a hand out to feel her breast in my palm. It's soft and pillowy, her nipple peeking under my touch.

"I bet you've been thinking a lot about that," Sydney laughs as she slowly pumps her hand along my shaft.

"I've been thinking about throat fucking you, actually," I say, my voice a whisper. She looks up at me with wide eyes and an eager smile that I know means that fantasy is about to come true.

"Will you teach me how to suck your dick?" Sydney asks as she lowers herself in the hot tub so her face is inches away from my swollen cock.

"You're so fucking naughty," I say as I lace my fingers through her hair and push her face closer. "I can't believe a slut like you has never tasted a cock before."

"I've been waiting for the right guy," Sydney says as she sticks her tongue out and presses it gently against my shaft.

I gasp as the warmth of her mouth meets me and I feel her saliva slowly building up as she traces her tongue all along. She licks me like I'm a fucking lollipop and watching her little pink tongue go to town is the hottest thing I've ever seen.

I feel like I could practically cum just from her licking me, and part of me wants to. I want to see her licking up every drop of my cum as it dribbles from my tip onto her beautiful face. But I want to feel her lips wrapped around me even more.

"Open your mouth," I say as I grab a hold of my cock and position it between her lips. She opens wide and lets me push my cock between her lips with no resistance. "Fuck that's good..."

She lets out a soft moan of approval and the vibration sends a shiver through my body. I wish I could take a picture of this, my hot young babysitter with my cock shoved in her mouth. It's something I want to remember until the day I die.

Barb and our marriage are the absolute last things on my mind right now. All I care about is coming down the babysitter's throat.

"Like this," I say as I demonstrate how she should bob her head along my shaft. I let go of her head and she takes full control, moving her head up and down along the full length of my throbbing cock as she works me deeper in her mouth.

She doesn't go balls deep at first, I know that's because she is afraid. But I need it. I need to feel every inch of myself inside of her.

I stand up, not caring about soaking the bottom of my jeans, and lace my fingers through the back of her hair. She stares up at me with wide eyes as I hold her steady and push the full length of my cock down her throat. Feel her gagging as her throat constricts around me as if it wants to pull me deeper.

Sydney's beautiful brown eyes water as her throat bobs up and down and drinks in every ounce of cum that drains from my cock as I explode inside of her mouth.

I move her head back and forth for her as I fully throat fuck her, completely losing control of myself. She just stares up at me while I use her for my own pleasure.

When I'm done, I pull my cock out of her, still somehow hard after everything. She gasps for air as she holds her throat and inhales sharply. Saliva drips from her mouth mixed with my cum as it falls to her perfect tits. I would love to see those completely covered in my cum too.