The Forbidden Babysitter: Ch. 02

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**Chapter 2**

The storms on Friday had wrecked the neighborhood. Today's weather was exactly the opposite, big fluffy clouds, bright beautiful sun, birds chirping. It was a perfect day outside, inside was a different matter.

Michael sat alone on the couch in the living room. It was quieter than he thought possible. The kids were at school, Alisa was buried in meetings all day downtown, leaving Michael at home by himself.

The storm damage had caused a huge limb to fall and knock off the rain gutter. While it was only minor damage, the thought of what it would have done to Michael's Bronco, had it been parked in the driveway instead of being used to fuck the babysitter in, left a shiver running down his spine for more than one reason.

The insurance adjuster said he could make it out today so Michael took off to meet him. By some divine miracle he showed up early and finished even faster leaving Michael with the rest of the day home alone.

Sleep had been elusive since Friday night and impossible last night. Olivia had texted yesterday:"Would it be okay if I dropped by to pick up my jean jacket? I forgot it inside the Bronco Friday. ;)"

They both knew it was only an excuse.

Every time he shut his eyes he saw Olivia, her head in his lap in the Bronco, those big brown eyes locked on his, his cock buried in her mouth. Or he would see her as she straddled him, her nude, wet body glowed in the street light, rising up and down until he was buried inside her tight pussy.

These memories had him hard again, he adjusted himself in his pants as he felt his dick twitch. Sweat broke out along his spine and under his arms. How the hell did this eighteen-year-old have so much control over him after just one night?

Michael's mind raced:

This is ridiculous. I'm forty-six. She's eighteen. I could be her dad--daddy? Focus, dammit. I've been married longer than she's been alive. Two kids at home who still look at us like we're infallible. I made vows to Alisa. That still means something, doesn't it? Even if she hasn't touched me in a long time, what months, a year? It doesn't erase the promise. I'm not the guy who does this. I'm not.

I need to end it now, before anyone gets hurt. Before Olivia starts thinking this could be anything more than one stupid night. She's got college, a whole future. I've got a family. This only ends in disaster if I let it keep happening.

Text her it was a mistake, delete the messages, and never be alone with her again. You're a good man who screwed up once. Once. That's it.

The doorbell chime snapped him out of his ruminations, the cheerful bells at odds with the war that raged inside his chest. Michael's heart suddenly roared against his ribs like a trapped beast.

As he walked to the door, Michael felt that everything around him was moving in slow motion. He paused with his hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath and opened it.

Standing right there on the porch, the sun shining a pillar of light right down on her from behind, was Olivia. The sight of her took his breath away.

She wore a yellow sundress that looked like eighteen years of child support. The dress was covered in tiny hearts, it buttoned down the front and had a small string to tie the top two sides together. The upper part of the dress was tight to Olivia's torso and chest, while the bottom was loose and flowy.

The tissue-paper-thin cotton hugged her body tight enough to show off everything underneath: large breasts with no bra, rock-hard nipples, a flat stomach that flared into lush hips. The fabric was so delicate it shifted with every move she made. Several of the buttons and the two strings were undone, the strings hanging between her breasts.

The open top of the dress revealed a tempting line of smooth, sun-kissed cleavage and the gentle, full swell of her chest. The loose hem ended just above her knees. Her flowing, styled chestnut hair spilled over one shoulder and caught the sunlight like burnished strands of the finest silk. She looked radiant, almost ethereal, Angelic even; an inescapable force of nature.

He thought"God, she's so beautiful. Not just pretty, she's perfection--I'm fucked."

"Hello, Michael," she said casually. A flutter rose up in Michael's chest, it looked as if she were moving in slow motion. She reached up casually and brushed loose hair behind her ear. That bright, seductive smile lit up her face while her eyes held him locked in a trance. She possessed a gaze that was simply mesmerizing.

Olivia said with a mischievous smile, her head cocked to the side as her hand played with her hair, twirling it around her finger. "I think I left something in the Bronco last Friday when you gave me a ride."

Her eyes dropped to the large bulge in his jeans, "Is it okay if I come in?" then flicked back up. Her smile turned into something knowing, wicked and hungry.

There were a million things he should have said or done, instead, common sense fled and Michael stepped aside. "Yeah, of course! Come inside!" He blurted. It came out too enthusiastic, almost eager. He felt his face flush hot.

"No! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"he screamed inside his own head.

"Thanks." Olivia replied as she brushed past him slowly and close enough so that her breast pressed into his arm as she passed, sending a sexual jolt straight to his groin. The faint, intoxicating scent of her essence filled the foyer.

She glided straight to the sectional and sat, smoothing the sundress over her toned thighs with deliberate grace, knees together and her feet crossed at the ankle. You would think her a proper lady, incapable of doing such wicked and naughty things.

Completely enthralled, Michael stared at her, his mouth slightly agape. He stood there two seconds too long and forgot what the hell he was supposed to do next. His arms hung limply at his sides before he regained his wits, suddenly crossing them for protection.

"Olivia--I'm glad you're here," Michael said slowly, his voice tight with conflict but forcing authority. "We need to talk about Friday night."

She tilted her head and looked up at him with inquisitive, wide, innocent eyes. A small knowing smile spread on her face. "Mmmhmm, of course. I've been thinking about Friday night as well." She purred. "An awful lot actually," her eyes flashed.

The words rolled off her tongue all sweet and demure, the way she uncrossed and spread her legs wide, letting the hem of her tiny sundress ride higher, wasn't shy at all. She slid forward to the edge of the couch and her hands pressed down on the thin fabric between her thighs, her feet rose up onto her toes and caused the dress to move further up her smooth, tan legs and revealed even more delicious skin.

With his throat going dry, Michael swallowed hard. "You can do this," he whispered to himself, repeating it like a mantra.

He paused a beat then continued, "What happened Friday can never happen again." Clearing his throat before he continued, "I'm married and I have kids, you're eighteen--You have a life ahead of you, a future that doesn't include sneaking around with a guy who could be your father. I made a mistake in the truck and I'm sorry. A one-time mistake." He felt in control.

Olivia listened, attentive, nodding slowly, then patted the cushion beside her, speaking slow and soft, "Come sit next to me?" She was like a cat, letting prey think it had a chance. "It's very hard to have a conversation when you're all the way over there."

As she continued to pat the cushion she arched her back just a touch, one hand drifting lazily up her thigh. Her fingertips grazing her skin and the dress, they pulled the hem up even higher. Simultaneously she tilted her head toward the available seat, her hair sliding to one side in a silky cascade.

The movement drew the fabric of her dress aside and exposed the soft, inviting swell of her chest, her breasts strained against the thin fabric and threatened to break free. The overall effect was provocative, titillating, done exactly for Michael's benefit.

Hypnotized, Michael felt his control slipping. Olivia was the one really in charge.

He hesitated for several long seconds. His feet felt clumsy as he walked over and then sat, he left a couple feet of space between them.

The light that streamed across her body made the thin yellow fabric almost transparent where it stretched tight over her thighs. Her hard nipples cast tiny shadows as they pressed against the cotton. Her scent wrapped around him again, so inviting. His mouth began to water as if she were a juicy, tasty piece of forbidden fruit that waited to be eaten.

She turned toward him and closed the distance, her foot working its way up and down his calf in a casual manner.

She continued, "I know everything about you Michael and how much you love your kids. I would never hurt them or tear your family apart." Her hand rested lightly on his thigh, just above the knee, deja vu.

Her voice changed, taking on a deeper tone more sensual in nature. "But," she paused, closing her eyes in remembrance before continuing, "I also know how you looked at me Friday, how you responded to my touch."

Olivia's fingers traced little circles on Michael's thigh. "Where you let me touch you. How hard you were for me. How good you tasted when you came in my mouth."

Her voice became aroused and sexual while her breathing increased in tempo, "How you felt buried inside me, the power of your thrusts as you fucked up into my pussy. How you came so deep inside me while I rode you--I can still feel your cum there when I close my eyes. So thick... so warm."

Her breathing reached a crescendo before a slight shudder of delight rippled through her body at the memory.

Michael felt his cock throb violently against his zipper, like it had a mind of its own, his mouth hung open. Witnessing Olivia set the scene was so intense and sexual, gore could he not get turned on right now?

"Olivia--" he started, voice strained, unsure again.

She leaned in closer, her face inches from his. The motion caused the dress to shift and another button snapped free on its own, the entire inner side of her breast exposed all the way to the round curve at the bottom.

She started again, "I can't stop thinking about you, I don't want to. I remember how you kissed me like you'd never been kissed before, or the way your hands felt on my body. The way your cock felt in my mouth--in my pussy." Her breathing hitched. "Your body pressed tight to mine when you grabbed my ass. How I took every single inch of your magnificent cock. The way you and I were joined together so perfectly--when we came."

Her voice rising in pitch, she paused, composed herself and continued more quietly. "I've never felt anything that epic before. I want to feel that again, with you." Her fingers continued to trace circles on his thigh, inching higher with each pass. "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you, constantly, like an ache only you can heal."

Her hand moved up his thigh. "Like the way I want you right now." She whispered as she leaned in to kiss him.

A flash of light from outside caught Michael in the eye and with it came a moment of clarity, his hand reached out and took hold of hers, stopping her. "Olivia, this entire situation is wrong. I--we can't keep doing this."

She smiled at his touch, not shocked but aroused by the touch. "Doing what exactly?" She teased. "Wearejust talking. Right Michael?" Olivia asked coyly.

Instead of pulling away from him, Olivia easily reversed the grip, taking his hand in hers. She lifted his hand to her mouth and placed a kiss on his palm, her tongue daring out and tasting him. Her touch was electric against his skin, Michael shuddered, the contact like a jolt running up his arm.

As she lowered it, Olivia pressed his hand firm against her breast, right over the thin cotton while she pushed back with her chest. Her nipple was already hard, it jutted into his palm.

"Do you feel that?" she whispered, her voice taking on a sultry tone. Her eyes locked on his and searched for reciprocation. "This is what you've done to me. Just sitting here next to you, remembering how you fucked me and filled me up in the truck. I'm soaking wet right now. I've been like this since the moment I woke up this morning after dreaming about you and knowing that I was going to see you today." Her voice hurried, almost pleading to him.

He should have stopped this. Michael should have pulled away. His resolve crumbled and his hand pushed in while his thumb rubbed a tight circle around her stiff nipple.

She smiled then, her mouth slightly ajar, and let out the softest, sweetest, most sensual moan. Michael's pulse quickened and muscles tensed, preparing him for what was about to happen.

Without missing a beat, Olivia climbed up onto Michael's lap, her legs straddled him and she pressed her pussy into his hard cock. She cupped the back of his neck with her other hand and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

It started soft and tender, her lips warm and velvety, but quickly turned into something primal and hungry. Their mouths began searching each other, tongues meeting and dancing back and forth, frenzied. Michael groaned into her mouth despite every warning that screamed in his head, his hand squeezed her breast while his free hand moved to encircle her waist.

She broke the kiss just slightly, her warm breath hot against his lips. "I know you're trying to be good. I adore that about you; it makes you even hotter. But I also know how much you want me,"

"Olivia--" he rasped, his voice catching in his throat. The rest of his protest died before it left his lips as his cock betrayed him by thrusting upward against her waiting pussy.

With his resolve gone, Olivia continued kissing him deeply. Their mouths joined, pressing together fully, their kisses becoming more frantic. She felt the change, his sudden commitment to her that she had drawn out of him. Olivia smiled against his mouth, wicked and naughty, ready to devour him.

They continued to kiss as Michael's hands roamed her body. He slid his hands up her thighs and cupped her ass, giving it a hard squeeze. Olivia let out a sharp moan as he took hold.

Olivia had both hands gripping the top of the couch behind Michael, her breasts right in his face while her chest heaved. Michael couldn't help but notice and moved to free her chest, his earlier choice of salvation thrown to the wind and damnation embraced.

He reached up and pulled Olivia's dress apart, several buttons popped and flew around the room. With no restraints in place her bosom spilled free into the open. Wasting no time Michael feasted on her chest, moving from one side to the other with reckless abandon. He latched on to her nipples, nibbling and sucking, her moans filled the house.

In the truck Olivia had been in charge, but here, this was Michael's house. Lifting her up, he spun her around and laid her on the couch, her breasts falling to the side under their weight.

Leaning forward Michael kissed his way down from her chest, his mouth grazing her stomach and hips before reaching his target. While his mouth was busy Michael's hands gently skimmed the skin of her thighs, sliding up and hooking his fingers into the cotton of her panties. As quick as a flash Michael removed Olivia's soaked panties, tossing them to the side.

Completely nude, Olivia laid bare for Michael to drink in her body. Michael uttered a single word, "Beautiful!" His hands sliding up her legs, fingers to the outside and thumbs taking the sensitive inner thigh. Having reached the top Michael's thumbs brushed ever so lightly along Olivia's lips before his hands continued up her hips and doing her abs before running over her breasts.

Unable to hold back any longer, Michael plunged in, licking his tongue slowly up her pussy, savoring the taste of her womanhood that was pure and feminine. With a deep moan, Olivia's fingers tightened in his hair as he circled her swollen clit with slow, powerful strokes before he then sucked it gently into his mouth.

Olivia's legs became weak from pleasure, she leaned back on the edge of the sofa, her legs draped over Michael's shoulders.

But Michael wasn't in any hurry to rush her to cum--he wanted to explore her, to bury his face in her pussy until she was a trembling, dripping mess. He stiffened his tongue and dragged it back down in one long, deliberate stroke, parting her glistening folds and lapping up every drop. His tongue pressed firm against her entrance, teasing the sensitive rim before dipping inside just enough to make her hips jerk.

He moaned against her pussy, the low vibration rolling through her core.

As he dove back in, Olivia's breath hitched sharply, this time using the very tip of his tongue to flick a rapid staccato beat against her clit. He alternated between fast, fluttering licks that made her thighs quake and slow, swirling patterns that had her grinding against his face.

Every time her moans grew louder he'd switch it up--suck her clit hard into his mouth, release it with a soft pop only to plunge his tongue deep into her eager hole, Michael grunted in pure satisfaction, the sound muffled against her trembling flesh. He could feel her walls starting to spasm, tightening around nothing, begging for more as her legs started to tremble and became weak from pleasure. Always one to lend a hand, Michael draped her legs over his shoulders. He explored every inch of her, his tongue slid inside her tight entrance.

"Mmm, fuck!--just like that," she exclaimed, her moans encouraging. While Michael's hunger was insatiable, Olivia's orgasm built fast under his experienced mouth. Her thighs weakened under his ravaging, Olivia's breath coming in soft, desperate hitches until she cried out, "Fuck Michael--I'm coming!"

She pulled his head in and held it tight while she convulsed hard and flooded his tongue with her juices. As he licked her light and tender through every wave, he drank her in, until she was panting and smiled at him with pure adoration.

"Please, Michael--I need you inside me--I need to feel you again." Olivia begged.

He positioned himself between her thighs as he paused to savor the moment. Olivia gave the slightest nod as she bit her lip, and he pushed in.

Penetrating her pussy slowly, Michael buried his cock completely in her warm inviting sex. They moved together in long, sensual strokes, the sun warmed their joined bodies as sweat began to bead on their skin. He rocked into her with deep, grinding thrusts before he pulled nearly all the way out only to thrust back in as he savored how her walls clenched around him.

With her legs wrapped tight around his waist, Olivia's heels dug into his lower back as she met every thrust. They kissed constantly, deep and passionate and whispered soft, filthy words between moans.

Desiring control, Olivia rolled over on top and pinned Michael firmly to the carpet as she sat straight up on his cock, taking full command.

Her hands held her hair above her head, a fulfilled smile played across her mouth. The sun beamed through the window and lit up her entire body. With this, Michael could see every hair, every dimple and any flaw, and yet all he saw was perfection. With the light that beamed through, painting a spotlight on them, Olivia began to ride Michael like a bucking Bronco without using her hands, her thighs controlling him.

With her speed even, Olivia set a marathon pace instead of a sprint that Michael easily followed. After several minutes, Olivia suddenly quickened the tempo as the sensation building in her stomach swelled like a volcano about to erupt.

Her body went stiff, every muscle tensed like a spring coiled to the breaking point. Breathing fractured into hitched, desperate gasps while the first powerful waves crashed through her, and her orgasm finally spilled free like a river of hot liquid magma.