All characters are at least 18 years old.
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"I'm not asking you to suck his dick or anything like that." It wasn't the first time I'd ever heard someone utter words like that, but my ears bristled at hearing them come through my phone from Mrs. Jennings' mouth. "I'm not sure Patrick would be able to handle that anyway," Mrs. Jennings giggled. "But like I said, it's just dinner. With the clients there, we just need a warm body sitting next to Patrick so it doesn't look weird. Harold and I will be right there with you."
The idea of spending time with her husband was a big draw, but given the history of sexual exploits between me and him, I wasn't thrilled with spending any extended period of time with her. Then there was Patrick. I'd met him at a cookout Mr. and Mrs. Jennings had hosted at their house. The word "awkward" didn't fully describe Patrick. It was almost as if he'd been sheltered from girls his entire life and then set free. He had the sort of mannerisms that might be cute for someone in their late teens. But while he wasn't as old as Mr. and Mrs. Jennings, he was still several years older than me.
"Gee, Mrs. Jennings, I don't know..." But I did know. I knew I didn't want to go.
"Pretty please, Jasmine. It would mean a lot to Harold."
She had unknowingly offered up the one thing that could draw me in. I'd do almost anything for her husband. My body felt warmer each time she mentioned his name during the phone call. This last one finally did me in. "Ok, I'll do it," I said at last.
"Thank you so much! And I'll be sure to throw in a bonus on top of your usual babysitting rate." She paused. "Especially since this is probably the biggest baby you've ever watched," she stifled a laugh.
"You've got that right. But I'll do my best."
I was both dreading and looking forward to "date night" as it came. I opted to go with a maroon, form-fitting dress with medium-length sleeves. Its lace gave the illusion of being see-through, but the relatively high neckline kept it classy. I decided to keep the heels low. No need to risk stumbling around like a fool. I turned and looked at my butt in the mirror wondering whether the thong I was wearing underneath was too noticeable.
My mom dropped me off at the Jennings' at 6:30. "Have a good time, sweetie." She leaned across the front seat and pecked me on the left side of my forehead. "Let me know what time you need me to pick you up."
"Thanks, mom. I'll check with Mr. Jennings. I might be able to ride him."
"What?" my mom's eyebrows shot up.
"To get home. He might give me a ride."
"Oh...umm...I suppose that would be alright...if it's not too much trouble."
"I don't think he'd mind a ride." I turned and opened the car door, biting my bottom lip to hide my smirk.
I gave her a wave as I stepped up to and knocked on the front door. The door cracked open and Mrs. Jennings' head poked around it. Her long blonde hair was bundled up in large rollers.
"Jasmine! Welcome!" She leaned past me and gave my mom a wave as she held her purple robe closed with the other hand, then stepped aside and waved me in. "Thank you so much again for doing this." She opened her arms and leaned in for a hug. As she did, her robe fell open revealing a lacy black bra that was doing a poor job of concealing her assets. I tried not to look at the pillowy, pale flesh as she stepped forward and embraced me. "I'll be back in a little while. Harold should be dressed in a few minutes. Make yourself at home." Mrs. Jennings turned and began climbing the stairs. "Rachel is upstairs with Alex. You can say 'hello' if you want. Your date should be here any minute," she said. I made a gagging motion which drew a laugh from Mrs. Jennings.
I picked up the TV remote and settled back on the couch. The feel of the fabric against my legs immediately conjured up images of the night Mr. Jennings had ravished me and cum all over it and me. I flipped up the cushion and inspected the underside. Mr. Jennings had either done a great job cleaning the cushion or he had replaced it. My heartrate sped up as my mind drifted back to sitting bare bottom on the cushion, cowering under a blanket as Mrs. Jennings passed through the living room, oblivious to what we'd just done.
I snapped out of my daydream when I heard footsteps on the stairs behind me. I tipped my head upside down and looked back over the top of the couch. My mouth opened into a wide, silly grin when I saw Mr. Jennings strolling down the stairs in black pants and a white button-up that was accented with blue cufflinks. There was an untied dark blue necktie dangling around his neck. He returned my smile as he reached the bottom of the stairs. I continued to watch up him upside down as he approached the couch. I was a little startled when he reached out and took my head in both his hands, leaned down, and pressed his lips against mine. My body felt like it was turning to mush. When he came up, I was gasping for air.
"Hello Jasmine, I've missed you," he said. "I was beginning to think you didn't like me anymore."
"I've missed you too. But you haven't hired me in a long time," I said. I poked my tongue into the inside of my cheek. "I figured you'd lost interest and have been letting Rachel have all of this incredible cock." I reached over the back of the couch and grabbed it through his pants and was pleased to find it already hard.
He thrusted himself against my hand. "Mmmmm...you know you're all the woman I need." I knew he couldn't possibly mean what he said, but it still made me feel warm all over anyway. He leaned forward and put his hands on my breasts and gently squeezed them through my dress. I arched my back, pressing them against his hands, shuddering each time his palms passed over my hard nipples.
"Think we have time to put this couch through another quick workout?" I said with a grin, my eyebrows raised.
Mr. Jennings jumped back like he'd been burned by fire. "No! No way."
