Babysitters Erotica Collection(103)

I must admit that that encounter proved to be very erotic indeed. I am not that adventurous sexually. In fact, I am naturally shy by nature. But then, I guess Flay simply brought out the wanton in me. Our meetings became even more intense and hair-raising. Soon enough, I lost interest in my boyfriend. Days passed when all I can ever think about was Flay. Flay and his huge dick.

Flay left for the University a couple of days ago. I didn’t have any expectations. I know I am not in love with him. It was just the sex that did it for me. I figured I must be lonely or anything close to that. I am not. Life goes on. Besides, Flay taught me a whole new meaning of physicality. That’s enough for me.

I had no idea that it was about to get better for me. A week after Flay left, his father arrived from a 10-day long convention in Mexico. Mr. Finlayson looked better with the tan. While I never thought of him as someone who’s really drop dead handsome, I have never seen him look this good. The day he arrived, it was raining badly and so Mrs. Finlayson and her assistant decided to stay at their office and go home in the morning. Sometimes, I wonder what’s going on between the two. They never part. I know it sounds malicious, but still… they might be hitting it off.

Anyway, I stayed most of the time at Jasmine’s room then, basically because it was the first time that I was left alone with Mr. Finlayson. I played with Jasmine until she fell asleep and decided that I’ll go home tomorrow. Anyway, I do have a room here and I have plenty of clothes there, specifically for instances like this. I walked out of Jasmine’s room and headed for the library, which was near Mr. Finlayson’s office. It was dark. Maybe he’s asleep.

I turned on the lights and smiled. This room is phenomenal. It was done is shades of gray, with hardwood shelves that are pinned against the wall, with a movable wooden ladder so one can reach the upper shelves with ease. One side of the room was curved, giving it a very unique look. It’s like being hugged by thousands of hardbound books, the bulk of which are four times my age. I focused on the entire shelf of books on popular psychology-which is my favourite. I used the wooden ladder to reach all my beloved volumes and almost jumped instantly when I heard the door open. “I had no idea someone uses this library other than me.”

“Mr. Finlayson. I…I love to read. I happen to enjoy being here. I hope you don’t mind.” I stammered.

“Not at all. Read whatever you like. It’s just that for years, I was the only one who lives here who seems to really like books.” He went on. “ I like women who read.”

I continued to gaze at the books, but then my knees were actually trembling. I have to leave now.

I spun slowly and was shocked that Mr. Finlayson’s face is just mere a hair strand away from my-you know. “I…Whoa!” I lost my balance and thought I would fall flat face on the floor. Mr. Finlayson held me and brought my thighs closer to his face. “Mr. Finlayson… I don’t think we…”

I stopped in midsentence as he breathed me in. I tingled all over. Oh but that felt wicked. Boldly, I spread my legs and pushed his face against me. I was wearing purple leggings then and his deep intake of breath felt really, really swell through the thin fabric. His hands found my butt and he kneaded them as if it was play dough. Right then and there, I figured I don’t want to stop this. I moved my hips seductively against his face, like I was dancing. I moaned like a cat as his nose rubbed my clit through the cloth. “Take it off Mr. Finlayson. Please take it off.” I cooed him and begged him in my sweetest voice. He slowly pulled the leggings down, my underwear with it. I was freshly waxed and stood there with my pussy bare. He sighed and murmured something and stared at my hairless cunt reverently. I made a small gesture of trying to cover my self up, just to play coy. But he quickly shook his head and begged me with his eyes to remove my hands. That I did. And then, my favourite part — he started licking me very slowly. I moaned and cooed him by slightly moving my hips to his rhythm. He parted my kitty lips and blew some warm air. With the tip of his tongue, he licked the walls of my pink pussy. I moaned loudly. “Oh Mr. Finlayson, that feels so good.” I moaned again. “Oh, don’t stop please…don’t stop.” He rubbed up and down my thighs as he blew some air on my cunt, making me feel and warm and tingly. I gripped his head and shamelessly pushed him against me even deeper. His tongue found my clit and teased it with the velvety tip. I bucked my self against his mouth and my moans became even louder. As he continued to lick me, my whole body tensed and in seconds, my juices came out of my cunt-all warm and slick. His licks became faster this time and as I came again, he tasted every bit of me and I shivered.