“What’s that supposed to mean, Mr. Amis?” Patty said after a few moments.
The hand on her leg began to move, to stroke. “You’re a smart girl, Patty. I know you know what that’s supposed to mean. What I mean.” While I uttered those words, the stroking motion went on.
Again Patty didn’t say anything for a few minutes. “Is this what you’ve wanted all along, Mr. Amis? To be alone with me so you can do whatever it is you’ve wanted to do all along?”
I threw back my head and laughed. “Oh, Patty darling, spare me the rhetoric. You’re a smart girl, I know that, but right now, I don’t exactly appreciate being told things. What I would like at this moment is to be shown things.” My hand traveled to the space between Patty’s legs and stayed there.
She looked down at my hand, appearing to contemplate on things. It was at that moment when I knew she would say yes to my advances. The girl didn’t have it in her to refuse to something she herself wanted so badly. Like I said, Patty wasn’t dumb, and she wasn’t numb to the calls and desires of her flesh.
Suddenly Patty looked up and at me. “Okay,” she said simply.
Before I could even say anything, Patty pushed me toward the couch and straddled me. I was too breathless and surprised to say anything. I was sitting and attempting to seduce this girl one second, lying and being straddled by a nubile twenty-one-year-old babysitter the next. What the hell happened?
“Is this what you’ve wanted all along, Mr. Amis?” Patty asked again, all the while undoing the pesky buttons that held her white button-down shirt in place. In one swift motion, she had done away with her top and was now sitting on top of me with nothing but a lavender lacy bra covering her chest.
I was speechless. I had always known Patty wasn’t the most gifted in the chest department, but there was still something about the sight of her in her underwear. Her breasts were just the way I pictured them to be: small but pert and firm. They were practically straining to escape from the lacy cups that held them in place.
Before I was even aware of what was happening, my hands were suddenly on Patty’s breasts, kneading them like mad. Patty, in spite of her attempt to show some dominance, gave off two small moans. I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her, an all-knowing smile starting to creep at the corner of my lips.
Patty saw the smile, and she frowned. “Continue what you were doing,” she ordered. “Unless you want to be punished, that is.”
So the secret slut likes to play rough and dirty, I realized. Without warning and before Patty could take another breath, I bucked my hips and shifted my body. A second later, the tables were turned: Patty was lying on the couch while I was straddling her, this time pinning her arms to her sides with my knees.
“Mr. Amis, this wasn’t-” Patty began, all the while writhing from beneath me.
“Hush.” I placed a finger on her lips. “You asked for it. Well, you got it, babe.”
I slid the straps of Patty’s lacy lavender bra down her arms. A moment later, the sight of her firm young breasts met my eyes. Her nipples were pink, the color of sweet youth. Tentatively at first then more firmly the next second, I tweaked one nipple and watched it begin to grow into a hard nub. I suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. With my knees still pinning Patty’s arms to her sides, I bent forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth.
The sensation was delicious. The taste of her young breast was foreign to my taste buds. But it was a foreign taste I liked, and I hungered for more. I opened my mouth wider and took in more of her breast. Heavens, it was small, but it was fresh and springy. It was delectable. When Patty began to squirm and moan in pleasure, I began to suckle her.
Patty began to squirm and moan so much, I had to double the strength on my knees to keep her in place. There was something about the scenario that excited me and fired up my senses. Maybe it was the idea of this helpless not-so-little girl who was literally and metaphorically under me, the idea that I could do anything and everything I wanted to her. An icing on the cake was the fact that the not-so-little girl was willing to let me do whatever I want to her, and that completely turned me on.
With my lips fastened on Patty’s tit, I reached out with one hand and touched her right away in the space between her legs, this time without the thick cloth of denim to get in the way. I was not surprised to find the girl was practically sopping wet. My fingers worked their magic again, and in the next instant, Patty was rid of her figure-hugging jeans. The fabric was soft and slid easily down her ankles.
I stopped sucking on her breast so I could get a good, clear look on her precious organ. Patty was wearing a lacy lavender thong that matched her bra. The thong was flimsy and gave little, if any, protection to the dark damp mound that rose and seemed to strain against it. Patty had trimmed her pubic hair, another factor in my favor. A little hair never hurt anybody, although it would have been better if Patty had been completely bare. But who knew this little escapade was going to take place?