Dr No

I was watching Dr. No when the door clicked open behind me. I looked over my shoulder.....it was Mrs. Kelley, the woman I was babysitting for. "Hi, Charlie. Sorry I'm late."

"Oh that's okay, Mrs. Kelley." Ten minutes prior, I'd called my parents to tell them she hadn't returned, and I wasn't sure when I'd be home. I was eighteen years old, a man as my dad kept reminding me, and I would let myself in with the spare key. I was sure they would be in bed soon anyway. "How was your date?"

She rolled her eyes. "Let's just say I'm glad I didn't let him pick me up at home."

I laughed.

"How were the kids?" she asked, smiling. Her dark hair was wet from the rain, and her eye makeup was running, giving her raccoon eyes. She usually didn't wear it. Her body was hidden by a drapey overcoat, but I knew it well enough. Small breasts, slim waist and long, graceful neck. She took very good care of herself, and it showed.

"We watched Spongebob, had a little ice cream, played for a while, and around nine-thirty they went to bed without a struggle." I replied. "Piece of cake."

"That's your strategy? Keep them up late till they're so exhausted they fall right to sleep?"

"Yep." I smiled.

"What about the poor mom who has to deal with a grumpy four and six year old all the next day?" she asked, pretending to be cross.

"Consider the alternative." I said. "A grumpy babysitter. We're in short supply these days."

She laughed. "You're all growing up. I'm surprised you haven't abandoned me like your older sister did when she got a job."

I shrugged. The truth of the matter was, I had a job and I didn't need the money I got for babysitting. She slipped out of her overcoat, revealing the black evening dress she was wearing, showing a sliver of cleavage below a silver choker, and coming to just below the middle of her thigh. My eyes wandered over her body as she turned her back to me to hang her coat in the closet. Even at 40, she was probably the sexiest woman I'd ever seen, and I'd had an awful crush on her since I was a kid. "This job has perks." I said.

She turned around quickly and gave me a funny look, her hands on her shapely hips. "Meaning?"

I smiled again. "Where else do I get paid to watch James Bond movies and do homework?"

She relaxed slowly, a smile blooming on her face. "You really are a sweet young man, aren't you, Charlie?" I shrugged, not sure what to say.

At that, there was a flash and a boom outside and it started to rain even harder. "Charlie, you're not riding your bike home are you?"

"It's not a big deal. It's only a couple of miles." I'd sold my car for money for college. Part of my dad's becoming-a-man deal meant I had to pay for part of the tuition myself. Hence the job and the sold car.

"I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you on your bike on a night like this. Let me give you a ride."

"We'll never get my bike in your car. How will I get to school in the morning?"

"Will your parents pick you up?"

"Not likely. They're already getting in bed right now."

"Well, you'll just have to stay here tonight then." Without another word, she walked to the phone and dialed it.

"What are you doing?" I asked. She ignored me.

"Hi, Erin, it's Jen." She said into the phone. Erin was my mom's name. "I know it's late, but have you looked outside? It's storming like crazy. I'm going to keep Charlie here tonight and send him home in the morning before school." She looked at me, still beautiful even with her black-circled eyes and wet hair. "I haven't asked him. I'm insisting actually." She was quiet for a moment, listening, and then she laughed. "Alright, I will. You too. Goodnight." She hung up the phone smiled at me. "There. We'll just get you up when I get up, and you can get home in time to get ready for school. How's that sound? Better than riding home in that?" She cocked her head towards the door.

How could I argue? It was a dream come true. "Sounds fine to me."

She smiled. "Alright. Let's see what we have for you to wear." I followed her into her bedroom, watching the sexy swing of her hips. She stopped at the dresser and opened a drawer full of shirts. She looked me up and down. "Hmmm. I may not have anything that fits you." She looked up and down my body again. "Do you work out?"

"Uh.....yeah. For wrestling."

She turned back to the dresser drawer. "It's been so long since I had a man in here, I'm just terribly unprepared." Man? Did she call me a man? She handed me a t-shirt. "Try this on." She watched me as I unbuttoned my oxford and dropped it, and then slipped the shirt over my head. It was so small, I felt like the collar was choking me.

"I don't think this will work. I can just sleep in my clothes." I peeled the shirt off.

She barked a laugh. "Not in my bed! Just forget the shirt. Are you wearing boxers?"

In her bed...? "uh....yeah....yeah I am." I stammered. Did she say in her bed?

"That will have to do. Go ahead and take off your pants and get under the covers. I'll be out in a sec. And don't look so pale, Charlie. We're adults, right? We can sleep in the same bed and actually sleep, can't we?" She smiled over her shoulder as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Once she was gone, I panicked. What was I going to do? Part of me wanted to bolt, just get my shirt on and get out of there, rain or no rain. But another part of me wanted to know what it was like to sleep next to a beautiful woman, even if nothing did happen. I decided to stay. Peeling of sneakers, jeans and socks, I jumped into the bed in only my boxers.

I lay there, listening to the rain rattling the window pane for a little while, only half believing this was actually happening. Then, she called to me from the bathroom. "Is the light off?"

"No."

"Will you turn it off for me?"

I got out of bed and clicked the switch off. Once back in bed, I called back, "Now it is!"

Before my eyes could adjust to the dim light coming in the window, I saw her silhouette hurry into the room, and slide in next to me. She sighed in contentment, nestling into the bed. I lay staring at the ceiling, unsure if what I'd just seen was true or not. She raised her head and looked at me. "Jesus Charlie, what's the matter? Don't tell me you've never seen a woman naked before."

"Uh....well...in pictures of course."

"You're kidding me! Not ever?"

I shook my head nervously, working my mouth for enough saliva to speak.

"Wow." She said. She rolled over on her side, facing me, holding the sheet up to her neck to keep herself covered. "Well, you didn't see much this time either, I suppose."

I shook my head. I couldn't speak. Everything I had seen of her, her nipples in silhouette and the small mounds of her breasts, the tiny bulge of her lower belly, her thighs, were burned into my mind's eye. I could hardly meet her eye.

She gave me a wry smile. She said, "I make you nervous, don't I, Charlie?"

I managed to look at her. The makeup was gone, repaced with her natural beauty. Her eyes were wide and striking, and her hair was still wet, but brushed out and sleek. "A little maybe." I said, trying to sound confident.

"I think that's sweet. You're so innocent, Charlie. Have you ever even kissed a girl?"

"Sure." And I had, a few times. And during one rushed, awkward encounter, I'd gotten all the way to second base. I was a naturally shy kid, and it was a lot easier to focus on staying at weight for wrestling than worrying about girls.

She smiled, and moved a little closer to me.

My eyes widened as she lifted the covers up. "Look at me Charlie. Look all you want." The light was dim, but my eyes had adjusted, and I could see the swell of her breasts, capped with small, dark pink nipples. I couldn't take my eyes from them for a long moment, and then at last, I looked down her body at the sweeping curve of her hip, and the mysterious thatch of dark hair between her legs. Between my own legs, my cock was already straight and hard....had been since she had gotten home.

"Do you like my body, Charlie?"

"Yes." I said, and then swallowed a huge lump. She moved closer still, and I felt the warmth radiating from her body. She looked at my face for a moment, an earnest expression in her eyes, and then she took my hand and placed it over her soft breast. I held it there for a moment, feeling the warm flesh, resilient and yet the softest thing I had ever touched. I was aware I had stopped breathing. She p[ut her hand on top of mine and, working her own fingers, showing me how to gently massage and caress it.

She sighed softly and took her hand away. I kept at it. How could I stop?

"That's good Charlie. You have a very sensitive touch. Just like that is wonderful....." She moved her face close to mine, and kissed me softly. I followed the movements of her mouth with mine, tasting her probing tongue, our lips gently caressing. She moaned softly, pressing her breast more firmly into my hand. I responded by increasing my gentle kneading of her soft breast, feeling the stiffening nipple rise under my palm. Her skin was incredible, and I wanted desperately to please her. I moved my hand between them, giving each breast equal attention.

Suddenly, I felt her hand slide into the waistband of my boxers. I gasped in surprise. She broke the kiss for a moment and said, "Ssshhhhh......keep touching me. Everywhere.... a woman wants to be touched everywhere....." her fingers wrapped around my hard shaft and started to stroke up and down with excruciating slowness. I moaned, and she kissed my mouth.

Struggling to concentrate, I followed her instruction, running my fingers over her back, through her hair, between the soft valley of her ass, her thighs. I bit and kissed her fingertips, and then, at her direction, her nipples. Her body began to writhe languidly under my attentions, and she abandoned my hard shaft, enjoying the attentions of my hands and my mouth against hers.

She smiled against my mouth, and her hand vanished beneath the covers. She brought it back up, placing her fingertips in my mouth. Her wonderfully musky scent filled my nostrils, and I licked and kissed the flavors from her hand. She moaned softly.

"You did that to me, Charlie. I'm ready. I'm ready to fuck," she said.

A shiver ran up my cock when I heard her say that word. Fuck.

"But I don't want to....not yet. There's so much more to this Charlie. Be patient, okay?" She smiled and pushed me onto my back, throwing the covers off of us. She hooked her thumbs inside my boxers and slid them down, exposing my aching cock. She looked down at my nakedness as I looked at hers. "It's lovely, Charlie. And so hard......" she bent down and kissed my chest, lingering over my nipples. She kissed down my chest. It was unbelievable, and I felt like I was going to explode from her mouth on my body. She grasped my cock and lifted it to her lips, and then took it in her mouth, slowly engulfing me completely, and then sliding her mouth off of me. I arched my back and groaned, quivering. "Come in my mouth, Charlie. Come for me....."

She wrapped her lips around my shaft again, and began to slide her mouth slowly up and down my shaft. She watched my face with her incredible eyes, and after she took me in her mouth for only the third time, I arched my back, crying out, and came with amazing force. She took it in stride, milking me with her mouth and hand as I filled her mouth up with my orgasm, swallowing every drop.

When my body ceased spasming, she lay next to me, gently kissing my ears, neck, and mouth. Her wonderful smell was in my nose again, and after only a few moments, my cock began to swell and straighten again. She took it in her hand gently, and stroked me to full hardness as we shared deep, probing, passionate kisses.

She straddled me. "Wait," I said, "I want to....."

She put her finger to my lips. "Next time," she breathed. "I want you too much right now....I'm tired of being patient....your hands are driving me insane......." Still holding my cock, she placed it between her legs, and then lowered herself onto me, my cock sliding deep inside her. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. "Oh yes.........."

She sat there for a moment, eyes closed, her breathing deep and fast. Her breasts were proud and perfect, her nipples hard and taut with excitement. And then she leaned forward and put her hands on my shoulders and began to make love to me.

She didn't bounce up and down like in a porno movie. Instead, she moved her hips in a slow, steady, circular grind. I closed my eyes, letting my moans escape, trying to move with her. My hands found the bounty of her body, caressing her breasts, belly, ass, legs....everywhere I could reach.

All the while, her pelvis moved relentlessly with me inside her. I moved with her, pushing upwards to fill her as completely as I could.

"Oh yes, Charlie.....like that. I knew you'd be good.....I've wanted you for so long, Charlie......" She began to speed up and I matched her, raising my head to take her nipple in my mouth.

After a few moments, she rolled her head back and began to slow down. I was very near the edge again, and I wanted to keep going fast, but instead I matched her. "Oh Charlie...." she whimpered. "Oh god yes.....oh baby...." She continued to slow down, and I matched her pace, and suddenly she cried out, shuddering. She clamped down on my cock, and the sudden shock sent me over the edge as I erupted inside her. She moved slowly, calling my name out, as wave after wave of orgasm coursed through her....through us both. It was the longest orgasm I have ever had, and it seemed to last an eternity.

At length, she collapsed on to me. Her hair was matted with sweat, and her body was slick with it. I put my arms around her, and pulled the covers back up over us. She looked up at me with tired, happy eyes. "Yes, Charlie...hold me now. That's more important than you will ever know. Always hold me after." She put her head on my chest. She was quiet for a little while, and then she said, "You're very very good, Charlie." She whispered. "A willing learner. I hope this is not the last time."

"So are you," I replied. "And so do I."