Despite having spent hours trawling through here reading amazing stories written by other artists, this is my first attempt at writing erotica. This is a very rough adaptation of what was intended to be a much longer and more in-depth roleplay with someone from Reddit. I've tried to keep as true to the original as possible, and have only made changes so that it's readable to a third person. Unfortunately my partner decided she was satisfied with just this part and didn't want to continue. I, however, am unsatisfied, and am looking for a partner to play out the rest of the scenes and story we had planned. If you have any interest in collaborating with me to see where we can take the rest of this, please get in touch :) When I'm reading other people's work here, I tend to gravitate to gangbangs, so I'm sure you can take a wild stab at where this was supposed to eventually end up ;)
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Laura had been babysitting since her parents had deemed her mature enough to go to after-school discos. The responsibility didn't seem so much of a privilege or thrill at 22 than it did at 15, but it was certainly an easy way to make a quick bob when she came home between college semesters. A quiet and reserved girl by nature, she had noticed recently that some of the dads had been giving her a different sort of attention than previously. No stranger to the boys at university, she was under no illusions as to why that was, but was nonetheless surprised and on the fence about how she felt about it. Sure, there were some of the dads that gave her butterflies when their arm brushed up against hers at dinner, but there were some others who made her insides crawl. She'd confided her feelings to her best friend Rachel, captain of the varsity cheer squad and much more...experienced...in this realm than her. Rachel responded with an almost evil level of glee, and had insisted they go shopping the next day for some new clothes.
"So there are some hot dads who want to fuck you. And some not so hot, but that's OK, we can ignore those perverts. This is my dreeeam. I'm not going to have much fun this summer, so I need you to do it for me. Pleeeeeease."
We left the mall at the end of the day, with only me carrying some bags on my arms. We'd picked out a short, tight leather skirt and a low cut woollen jumper. I was babysitting for a 'hot' dad that night, and I'd reluctantly agreed to wear my new outfit.
Neither parent were there when I arrived at the house, so I took over from the day nanny, fed the kids, put them to bed, and ended up falling asleep in front of a music channel, keeping the volume low enough so as not to wake the two boys. It was after midnight when Thomas Benedict eventually pulled into the driveway and let out a long sigh as he took the keys out of the ignition and pulled up his handbrake. Opening and closing the door behind him, he noted that almost all the lights were off, a wave of relief washing over his body as he realised it meant the kids were in bed asleep.
He tiptoed into the open-plan kitchen-living area, laying down his keys as quietly as he could. He spotted Lauren lying on the couch ahead of him, fast asleep. He took off his shoes and walked up to her, not wanting to wake her at first. He looked down at her perfectly toned legs, her skirt riding up just enough so he could see the tops of her thighs, feeling his cock twitch slightly in his jocks. He told himself to get a grip, having known me since you were a girl. He let out another sigh and laid his hand on her shoulder.
"Lauren," he whispered, "Lauren, wake up."
I jolt awake as Thomas shook me, looking up at him in a tired daze as I realise I had fallen asleep on his couch.
"Oh, Hi Mr. Benedict, I'm so sorry I fell asleep...how was your night?" I stammered, pulling down my skirt nervously.
"It was OK," Thomas replied, rolling his eyes and walking over to the minibar in the corner of the room, trying to keep his eyes averted from the low cut of my top. "Exactly as expected...I hope the kids didn't cause too much trouble this evening. Would you like a drink?" I noticed the semi in his trousers, which was extremely visible, despite his best efforts. Now it was my turn to try and turn my gaze somewhere. He was easily 10 inches long, and quite thick by all appearances. I felt myself getting turned on by the thought of what it looked like without it's linen restraint and fully erect.
I fix myself into what I hoped was a sultry position, pulling down my jumper a little bit more, exposing as much of my cleavage as I could without ripping the wool. I push my hair back behind my ears, still trying to collect and distract myself from the thought of what I could do to that cock, or what it could do to me.
"U-u-um yeah, the kids were great! No problems at all! I could stay for maybe one drink, but I shouldn't be out too late." Damn, I thought, had he seen me staring at his crotch? I subconsciously looked at it again. 'DAMN,' I curse myself. He'd definitely seen now.
"What do you kids drink these days?" Thomas asks, pulling out a second glass and motioning to the full range of drinks on the bar.
"I'll drink almost anything, but whiskey and tequila tend to make me a little wild, so maybe neither of those."
Thomas' eyes flickered for just a second, before he reaches for the the tequila and poured me a generous serving. I smile as well as he takes the bait knowing from what little experience I have that tequila makes me horny. Why mess with a winning formula?
"Well after minding my brats for a night I think you deserve to let loose a little," he says, smiling to himself.
He walks back towards the couch with both tumblers in one hand, pulling off his tie and undoing his top two shirt buttons with the other. He's in extremely good shape for his age. He hands me my drink and plonks himself down beside me, stretching his legs and moaning after the stress of his day. We clink glasses and I take a large sip of my drink, its warmth spreading instantly across my chest. He takes an equally large slug of his, before asking
"What's on TV tonight?"
"Nothing really, we can turn if off and just talk if you want to." I coo.
"Oh I don't know, maybe a bit of music will help me loosen up a little bit. I feel like I've a year's worth of stress and energy pent up inside me." he responds, watching intently as I take another sip of my drink.
"This stuff seems good. It's been years since I've been to a disco or seen a live band. Who are they? You might not think to look at me, but I was pretty wild when I was your age."
"This is a pretty popular band at the moment, their stuff is really good." I turn up the volume a few notches and take another sip of my drink.
"Were you really? Is that how you met Mrs. Benedict?" I pry, not particularly caring, but wanting to keep the conversation personal.
"Haha, no, I met Miranda during freshers week in university. She sat in front of me in my Econ100 class. I threw paper balls at the back of her head during class until she confronted me. I used the opportunity to ask her out. She said yes of course."
Thomas wandered into a reverie for a moment, before snapping out of it. I couldn't help but wonder what he looked like when he was younger, and couldn't blame his wife for saying yes.
"I can believe it Mr Benedict, you're still a very handsome man!" I smile at him, before looking shyly down at my drink.
"How has it been with Miranda being away? Do you need any extra help around the house? I'd be happy to help in whatever way I can."
"That's very kind of you Lauren" he says, taking another sip of his drink before considering it a moment, and polishing off the glass. He stands up to pour himself another, nodding toward my glass as well, asking if I was ready for a refill.
I take a big sip to finish my drink and hand him the glass.
"Sure, I guess I can have another." I say shyly smiling up at him.
"Miranda....enjoys going out with her friends a lot these days," Thomas continues, "I'm not sure anymore if our marriage is the way it is because of that, or if she's like that because of the way our marriage is...."
