Note: Hello. This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. I am attempting to write a story with erotic moments, not just a sex story. So if that is your thing, please read, rate, and give me all the constructive criticism possible. Again, this is my first attempt, so be gentle. Thanks!
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My name is Dean Meyer. I am an engineer who lost his wife in a car accident just over 3 years ago. My kids are young so my life was completely consumed with working to provide for them and taking care of them when I got home. After losing my wife I never had much interest in dating, even if I did find the time. I would be lying if I were to say that I didn't get lonely however. As time went on, I got a promotion at work, and I found myself having to work longer hours. I needed to find some help with taking care of my children. A coworker told me that her babysitter just graduated high school and was looking for some regular work to get her through college. She went on and on about how great she was and how nice she was, so I figured what the hell. I got the young woman's name and number and gave her a call to set up a meeting.
She came over the following Saturday. Her name was Rachel. She was absolutely gorgeous. She was about 5' 7. Her legs were long, slender, and toned. She was built like a runner. A sundress hung from her petite shoulders. It did a terrific job clinging to all the right areas to show off her sexy young body. Her small breasts. Her sexy hips. I didn't think anything could distract me from her beautiful body, but then I looked at her face. She had ice blue eyes that were striking on her pale white skin. Her lips were full and pouty even as they stretched to frame the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. Long blonde hair fell nearly to her tiny waist. She was gorgeous. I immediately felt a stirring in my pants, but quickly worked to suppress my urges.
I welcomed her warmly with a smile and a polite handshake. "Its nice to meet you Rachel, Donna has told me a lot about you." I said in an attempt to be friendly yet professional.
"Nice to meet you too Mr. Meyer! I really appreciate the opportunity." She responded in a chipper and upbeat tone with the voice of an angel.
"The job is pretty straight forward. I will need you here by 3:30 when they get home from school. Just basically making sure they are ok. The hours may vary depending on my work schedule, its quite chaotic. I will of course pay you hourly. If you felt motivated to do so, I will pay you extra for any work you do around the house." I explained.
"That sounds great. I don't start college until fall and even then my classes are done by early afternoon. I mean, if this is a long term position, I didn't mean to assume..." She replied politely.
I laughed. "It is quite all right. This position can be yours as long as you are available. Assuming everything checks out and goes well. Donna has already told me so much about you, I feel this is a mere formality anyways." I explained.
We sat at the table and spoke for sometime. Getting to know each other, getting comfortable with each other. After a while I introduced her to the children and they appeared go click immediately. After negotiating her pay, the deal was done. She started the following Monday. Her first week I worked late almost every night, coming home late into the night. To my delight, Rachel was absolutely fantastic. Not a day went by that I didn't come home to a spotless house, even the laundry was done. Dinner had been prepared and put away with the exception of a plate that was still on the table for me. She would talk to me as I ate. At first it was very professional. Just telling me how the kids had done and everything she had done around the house. This went on for months.
As time went on, the dinner conversations turned into personal conversations. She would tell me about the various occurrences in her life and I would vent about the various stresses of the day. I was growing increasingly fond of her. I would dismiss romantic feelings and any idea she was flirting with me by convincing myself an 18 year old goddess like Rachel would have no interest in a 48 year old man. One summer night however, things changed in a dramatic way. Rachel called me in the middle of the day to tell me the air conditioning had went out. I called a repair service to come out but they said the earliest they could make it would be the following day. I explained this to Rachel and she insisted it was ok. I came home late that night particularly annoyed and stressed. I walked in to see the sexist sight I had ever seen. Rachel was laying there on the couch wearing a tight cut off tank top with spaghetti straps which exposed her flat sexy stomach. Her shorts barely qualified as shorts they were so short. Sweat glistened on her pale skin as she was rubbing her chest with an ice cube. This made her nipples perk up on her petite breasts. Her shorts clung to her skin revealing a sexy camel toe. Those two things left nothing to the imagination, of which mine was going crazy. I quickly said hello and sat at the table to eat dinner and hide my raging hard on before she noticed.
She jumped slightly and giggled. "I'm sorry Mr. Meyer, I didn't hear you come in!" she proclaimed.
I was sitting at the table still in my suit and the inside of the house was indeed sweltering. I looked down at my plate and began eating to avoid letting my mind running wild. Through our usual conversations, she noticed I seemed agitated. I attributed my mood to work problems. Then I heard thunder outside. Rachel went to look out the window. It was storming hard. She explained to me no one was home at her house and that she didn't want to be alone during the storm. She asked to stay on the couch for the night. I agreed. Who am I to send her home alone in the middle of a summer storm. She thanked me and we continued talking. She then insisted on helping me relax. She fixed me a drink, Rum and Coke. She then came behind me and began rubbing my shoulders trying to relax me. It felt wonderful. She then noticed I was sweating, still in my suit. She then insisted on removing my coat, and my sweaty shirt after that. I reluctantly agreed, after all, it was sweltering. She continued her neck massage then the shoulders, then down my back. I was lost in ecstasy as she rubbed the stress away. I didn't even notice when she reached around my waist. I suddenly felt her hands on my belt buckle and snapped back to reality.
Quickly I pulled her hands away and stood up. "What are you doing Rachel! You can't do that!" I exclaimed.
She looked at me puzzled. "Why is that Mr. Meyer. You need to unwind. I am over 18. I want this, I want you. From the looks of you, you want me too." She said as she walked towards me seductively.
