Babysitters Erotica Collection(20)

She hadn’t set foot 0n the Whales’ house for two weeks and it had done her good. Her long straight light chestnut hair now looks sexier since she had a perm. Her loose locks may have cost her more than she had expected but she didn’t care. At least, she looks a lot better. She also had a tan since went to the beach last weekend. Jill saw Malik watching TV and she greeted him. “Hey, pal.”

Malik looked up and smiled at her. “You want some candies?”, he offered.

Jill shook her head. “No thanks. I can’t have too many sweets.” She grabbed the newest cover of Vogue from the rack and browse lazily through the pages. “Nothing interesting.”, she thought. She felt her self become tense the moment she entered the front door and as she scanned the pages of the glossy, she wished that Pierre and I wouldn’t cross paths very soon. After two weeks and spending the weekend with her friends and her boyfriend, she actually lost interest in him. It’s just too awkward having to see him again and pretend everything is cool. Oh well. She deleted the files she copied-the scandal she saw. She realized that she’s too young for him and after being shouted at, his IT factor decreased.

Malik seemed too absorbed in watching Nick TV that she didn’t bother making small talk. Besides, he’s a kid. It’s best to let him be. Meanwhile, Jill got so caught up with an article about toxic cosmetics that she didn’t hear it when Pierre arrived. Next thing she knew, he was seated beside her, talking to Malik about the junior soccer game. Her entire body tensed but she pretended he doesn’t exist. “How have you been, Jill?”, asked Pierre as he turned to face her.

“Fine, Mr. Whales.”, was her only reply and continued reading about the harm caused by sulphates, phthalates, and parabens. She didn’t know what those are, but she didn’t care. At least, she found some excuse not to look at the devil beside her. After a few minutes of dad and son talk, Mr. Whales stood up and went upstairs.

She read about 4 glossies-too soon, it was dinner. Mr. Whales ordered enough pizzas and chicken to knock-out 6 hungry boxers. Jill ate about two slices and drowned herself on sodas. At past 9 pm, she took Malik to his room and watched him till he fell asleep. Mrs. Whales is due to arrive any moment so she fixed her bag and waited. She went downstairs to get something to drink. She made some hot milk tea and went back to the living room to watch reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. It was her favourite series and she does not mind watching it over and over. Pierre saw her a few minutes later and sat on the other end of the couch. He was drinking some brandy and was looking at her. “About what I said in the car, I’m sorry.”, he said casually-as if he just stepped on her foot by accident. It annoyed her. She nodded without looking. “Will you look at me?”, he pressed. “I am trying to apologize.”

She looked at him then and said, “We’re cool, Mr. Whales. Forget all about it. I just did.” Jill crossed her arms protectively over her breasts. “I am keeping my promise, and since I came here a few hours ago I haven’t bothered you. I don’t have any intention of breaking that.”, she smiled then. “Just think that I was possessed. It was nothing personal.” She laughed just in time for Chandler’s joke and focused on the T. V like he did not exist. This annoyed him tremendously. He gulped his brandy and grabbed her. She was so startled with what he did that her eyes seemed to double in size. He kissed her then-a forceful, unfeeling kiss that felt like would bruise her lips. She tried to break free but he wouldn’t stop, he held her jaw tight and ran his tongue on her full swollen lips. She gasped. “What are you doing?”, she asked. He kept the motions of his tongue on her lips and ignored what she said. He sucked her lips, willing them to part. When they did, it was worth it. Jill tasted so young and so sweet against his brandy burned lips and he nibbled at her. Pierre plunged his tongue with caution, careful not to cause her to stop him again. At that second, the doorbell rang. It was Mrs. Whales.

That night, Pierre was unable to sleep. It was not because Gladys almost took in the scene at the living room. It was because, he felt so high-wired. He was not able to get enough of Jill-like she was very near but totally out of reach. Thinking about her is driving him crazy and as his thoughts were filled with her, he felt his sudden erection and almost cursed out loud. Gladys heard his sharp intake of breath and turned towards him. She knew him so much that she recognized his sound of arousal. Automatically, her hand flew to his dick. “Oh, you’re awake, Love.” She giggled loudly and began to fondle him. He closed his eyes and thought about being fondled by Jill, her delicate hands moving up and down his engorged flesh. It felt so good as her hands felt like satin against his sensitive parts. He moaned and it prompted her to go on. Gladys got so turned on with Pierre’s reaction that she went wilder. She slid his cock inside her mouth, imagining herself to be a paid whore servicing this guy-forgetting for a moment that he is her husband. She deep throated him and sucked his dick sensually, like never before. Her imagination went wilder and wilder as his groans became louder and louder. She shifted positions and rubbed her breasts against his member, loving the feel of his hardness against her softness. She didn’t know what got her so heated up, all she remembered was that she rubbed pure Black Musk Oil against her body, totally forgetting about the apothecary’s warning that it can fire up a woman unlike no other. She straddled him, tempting him with her wetness, rubbing her juices against his thighs.