Babysitter Pt. 2: Aurora Gets Oral
I pulled up to the house in the early evening, after a long travel day. 3 days of meetings at the regional office had been exhausting, and the airlines didn't seem capable of running an on-time flight this month. That meant that I was late getting home, on top of being away most of the week; I'd left my wife Tiffany to run our household and take care of our toddler, even while she kept up her own 80-hour weeks as a VP. Thank goodness we had arranged for some extra help this week from Aurora, our regular babysitter.
I was surprised to see my wife Tiffany in the front yard when I came down the street, on our riding lawnmower. Normally we just outsourced the lawncare to a company. My wife was way too important to be cutting lines across her own yard. I pulled the car into the driveway, leaving it in front of the garage. I let out a long sigh and grabbed my laptop bag and rolling suitcase from the trunk, setting them on the stone driveway. I walked over to Tiffany as she made a pass toward the house, intending to greet her and offer to take over.
Tiffany guided the lawnmower across the yard, perched on top. Her bright eyes shone through safety glasses and she shade of the brim of the ball cap she wore to keep the sun off. Her blonde ponytail stuck out of the back of her cap, hair shining in the afternoon sun. I hoped she'd put on her sunscreen; she only wore a plain white tee shirt and a pair of yoga shorts, leaving her arms and legs in the sun. She was great about sun protection; her skin looked smooth, clear, and perfect, just kissed with the sheen of perspiration. I realized Tiffany wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts sat high and her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her tee shirt. I ogled my wife, enjoying the sight.
"Sorry I'm so late, we got delayed twice. Didn't the lawn service come?" I asked as she slowed the mower to a stop next to me. Tiffany pulled her earmuffs off one ear and said, annoyed, "Oh hell, they never showed up. So I'll cut it myself. This guy's gonna get a piece of my mind!"
"Well, I'll go get cleaned up and take care of dinner for you," I said, leaning in to give her a peck on the cheek.
"Aurora already ordered some delivery for us. Give her some cash to cover that before she leaves," Tiffany replied shortly, pulling her head away from my kiss. She quickly put her earmuffs back on, fired up the mower, and kept cutting grass. I sighed disappointedly. So much for work/life balance. I watched my wife's breasts jiggle as she drove the riding mower onward, bouncing across the lawn.
Then my thoughts turned back to what Tiffany had said. "So...Aurora's still here," I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for another interaction with the babysitter.
Every time I saw Aurora now, I had to control myself. Our relationship wasn't strictly professional anymore. Just a few weeks ago, our babysitter had caught me poolside, asleep in a deck chair, pitching a tent in my swim trunks like a teenage boy at the beach. It had been impossible to hide my arousal.
Even worse, I'd allowed my animal urges to get the best of me that day. Apparently Aurora was a bit of a slut. Rather than ignore my embarrassingly massive erection, or shame me for my perverted mind, Aurora had teased me and grabbed my cock. One thing had led to another, and that afternoon had ended with me plastering our 25 year old babysitter with cum, thanks to her masterfully jerking my hard cock to completion. She had drained my aching balls, right out on the pool deck! Hopefully none of the neighbors had seen the busty slut stroking my oiled cock, D cup tits exposed and then splattered with semen out in the summer sun.
I still had her cum-stained bikini top hidden in the back of my sock drawer. In a fit of indecision, I'd picked it up off the pool deck after our previous rendezvous, from the spot where Aurora had carelessly let it fall.
I was trying hard to act professional and put that experience behind me. I couldn't fire her now. What would I tell my wife? "Sorry honey, I came all over the babysitter and now I can't stand to look at her anymore, we have to get rid of her!" I told myself, "It was a one-time thing, just a mistake. It won't go anywhere, and it won't happen again."
Since then, Aurora, normally the picture of professionalism, had spent the past few weeks relentlessly teasing me. When I got home from work, she made an extra effort to smile, lick her lips, and wink suggestively at me. She'd insist on hugging me hello and goodbye, pressing her ample breasts tightly against my chest. When my wife wasn't looking, Aurora would often reach for my crotch, quickly stealing a squeeze or a rub of my cock through the fabric of my pants, before I could smack her hand away. She dropped a lot of things around me these days; and she seemed to always bend from the waist to retrieve them. I was often treated now to seeing Aurora's thong ride up above her jeans when she bent over, or I'd watch her short shorts or short skirt ride up her thighs. I tried to look away; but I secretly craved her touch and her exhibitionism. I unconsciously moaned each time she secretly grabbed at my cock over my clothes, and I always ended up snapping my neck back to her when Aurora let me look up her skirt or showed me her whale tail.
In this moment, I took a deep breath, grabbed the doorknob, and headed into my house. "Oh hi, Mr. Smith," called out Aurora's voice from somewhere inside..
"Hi, Aurora," I responded, looking around.
"Up here," I heard, realizing the voice was above me. I cast my gaze up the stairwell...and there she was. Aurora, our beautiful, young coed babysitter. She was on the stairs, helping our toddler climb upstairs to the bedrooms. Aurora wore a strappy tank top, her waves of raven hair laid across her bare shoulders, and a too-short tennis skirt. She was barefoot. From my position in the foyer, I could almost see up her skirt; her long, caramel legs leading up to the bottom of her firm, rounded ass. "How was your travel?" Aurora asked me, a wry smile on her face as she looked over her shoulder at me down the stairs. She leaned over just a little more - deliberately, I knew - and exposed her tanned asscheeks to me. I saw the crotch of her black thong peek out from between her legs. As ever before, my breath caught in my throat at the sight of her beauty.
"Ah - long," I managed, searching for a normal tone of voice while I gave in to the chance to leer up Aurora's skirt. After a beat, I averted my eyes, busying myself with my suitcase and shoes. "How has the week been?" I called out, without looking.
"Everything's fine here, sir! Little one's tired from the farmer's market this morning. She had a good lunch and I think it's time for a nap, isn't it?" Aurora tickled my daughter, who giggled. "Hi Daaaad," sang our toddler.
