Babysitters Erotica Collection: Over 100,000 Words of 20 Hot Sex Stories (40 page)

“Hi!” the woman said warmly as she opened the door wider. “You must be Mina! I’m Mrs. Wright, but you can call me Samantha.” She held out her hand.

Mina grinned. So far, things were going her way. Mrs. Wright looked like a kind woman. “Hi, Mrs. Wright, I mean, Samantha! I’m Mina Noel,” she gushed in return, and shook Mrs. Wright’s extended hand.

“You’re so beautiful! And you’re tall too!” Mrs. Wright exclaimed. “I won’t be surprised if Steven decides to fall in love with you. He has a thing for beautiful women.” She winked, and ushered Mina inside the house.

Mina stepped in. She was greeted by a large spacious living room that had minimal furniture. The pieces that were in it, though, were elegant and classy, somehow filling in the room’s sparse spaces. Mrs. Wright motioned for Mina to sit on the large leather couch, and the women sat across each other.

“Thanks, Samantha,” Mina said politely. “Speaking of, where’s Steven?” She looked around. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

Mrs. Wright smiled. “You’ll love Steven. He’s a smart, creative kid. He talks nonstop, but you’ll like him. He isn’t around, though. He’s with my parents. They get together on weekends. It’s like their weekly dating session.”

Mina laughed. “Too bad I won’t get to meet him,” she said. “He sounds like a nice guy.”

“Oh, he is,” Mrs. Wright agreed. “There isn’t really much to tell you about your job. I mean, since you’ve tried babysitting before and all that.” She waved her hand around. “I just wanted to meet you, see what you’re like, get a good gut feel of you. You know that, right?” She stared fixedly at Mina. “We’ve had a couple of babysitters who didn’t . . . well, let’s just say they did things differently.”

“I understand, Mrs. Wright,” Mina assured her. “I’d do the same if I were in your shoes.”

Mrs. Wright smiled. “That’s good to hear. And I told you to call me Samantha, but you seem to be one of those polite kids who can never seem to call older people by their first names.” She chuckled.

Just then someone bounded down the stairs, which was behind Mrs. Wright’s couch. Both women looked as a male figure stepped down the last stair and walked toward them.

Mina eyed the man. This must be Mr. Wright, she thought. He was tall and had broad shoulders, like those of a football player’s. He had thick dark hair, dark blue eyes, and a defined jaw. He was wearing a shirt and board shorts. Apparently the Wrights were one of those casual couples. This suited Mina just fine. Casual couples weren’t as hard to please as those stiff, professional ones.

“Hi, honey!” Mrs. Wright chirped. “Glad you decided to come down when you did.” She stood up and gave her husband a peck on the cheek. “Steven’s babysitter is here. Her name’s Mina. Mina Noel.”

Mina stood up from the couch and walked over to the couple to shake Mr. Wright’s hand. “Hi, Mr. Wright,” she said. “I’m Mina.” She held out her hand. Mr. Wright took Mina’s hand with both of his hands and shook it firmly. He never took his dark-blue eyes off Mina. “Hello, Mina,” he said. His voice was deep and smooth, and sent shivers up and down Mina’s spine. There was something very seductive about the man’s voice.

Stop it, she told herself. Quit fooling around.

“I’m Hank Wright,” the man continued. His hands were still on Mina’s, so Mina very carefully took her hand away from Mr. Wright’s grip. She could’ve sworn Mr. Wright was flirting with her, although she didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t be flirting with her, not with his wife a mere few steps away.

 But it seemed Mrs. Wright was oblivious to what was going on between her husband and babysitter. She went on smiling, seeming not to care that her husband almost didn’t want to let go of Mina’s hand. “Well, now you’ve met,” she said cheerfully. She glanced at the watch on her wrist. “Steven won’t be home in an hour or two.” She glanced back up at Mina. “If you still want to meet him, you can hang around until my folks bring him home.”

“Yes, that’s a great idea,” Mr. Wright agreed. His eyes were still on Mina. Mina, on the other hand, was starting to feel self-conscious. She was used to people staring at her longer than what was deemed necessary, but there was something in Mr. Wright’s stare that made her feel uncomfortable. If someone told her Mr. Wright was undressing her inside his head, she would believe it in an instant.

But instead of appalling her, the notion of Mr. Wright undressing her mentally made Mina feel excited. The discomfort was still there, but beneath the discomfort was a hidden pool of excitement, of a sense of adventure.

An image formed in her mind: She and Mr. Wright were tangled in each other’s arms. They were fully clothed, but Mr. Wright was running his huge hands all over Mina’s body. Mina’s back was arched, erect. Her head was tossed back, and her long blond hair flew out behind her. Mr. Wright’s hand was caressing her breasts over her sweater while his other hand was rubbing her crotch through the thick fabric of her jeans. Mina’s arms were around Mr. Wright’s neck, and she was moving her hips against Mr. Wright’s solid figure. Then Mr. Wright leaned closer, flicked his tongue out, and ran it down Mina’s slender throat. Mina moaned, and Mr. Wright’s tongue went into motion again. The hands grasping her breasts and her crotch moved faster and faster, and Mina pumped her hips more rapidly against Mr. Wright.

The mental image aroused Mina. The mound between her legs became sticky in no time. She was about to reach for her private space down there when Mrs. Wright’s voice broke through her thoughts, snapping her out of her reverie.

“Mina?” Mrs. Wright was saying.

Mina snapped out of her thoughts. She was horrified. She couldn’t believe she was about to touch herself—and in front of her employers, at that! She felt a blush creep through her cheeks. So much for making an excellent impression.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs. Wright,” Mina apologized profusely. “I was just, um, something just came into mind, see. What was it you were telling me?”

She risked a look at Mr. Wright and was shocked to see he was smirking. He was smirking right at her, as if he knew what she had been thinking a few moments ago. It was like he was thinking the same thing! Mina couldn’t believe it. No, Mr. Wright couldn’t possibly know. He wasn’t psychic or anything. Besides, maybe he was just laughing at her for drifting off to space and being caught red-handed by Mrs. Wright.

“That’s all right, dear,” Mrs. Wright assured Mina. “As I was saying, I think I’ll go down the supermarket and grab some pizza and soda. We could hang out here, spend some time getting to know each other and stuff.” She studied Mina. “Unless you have something already planned, of course.”

“Oh, I can stay here and wait for Steven if you want, Mrs. Wright,” Mina answered. “I don’t have anything planned for this afternoon, anyway. And I really would love to meet Steven.” She smiled at the thought of the boy she would soon babysit, her lust-filled thoughts of Mr. Wright temporarily forgotten for the time being.

“That’s terrific!” Mrs. Wright said enthusiastically. Mina could almost see her clapping her hands. Boy, Mrs. Wright was one chirpy employer! Mina decided she must have been a cheerleader back in her younger days.

“You stay here and make yourself comfortable,” Mrs. Wright ordered, as she went to the key rack beside the front door. “I’ll go grab some pizza and soda. And ice cream, I must remember that. Steven loves ice cream.” She grabbed her coat and shrugged it on, adjusting her blond hair. “Honey, you make Mina feel right at home,” she ordered, waggling a finger at her husband. “I wouldn’t want anyone to think the Wrights are a total bore!” She laughed merrily and opened the door. “You guys, I’ll be back. Have fun!” she called over her shoulder as she stepped out and shut the door behind her. A few minutes later, the sound of a car engine roaring to life filled the air. Seconds later, Mrs. Wright was gone.

Mina remained standing where she was, frozen and unable to move. With Mrs. Wright’s perky mood gone, the house was strangely silent. The realization that she was all alone with Mr. Wright sunk into Mina. She felt more uncomfortable than ever, but what could she do? Mr. Wright was her boss. It would be rude to simply walk out and go back to her dorm. Besides, Mrs. Wright was expecting her to be there when she got back home from the supermarket.

It was Mr. Wright who broke the silence first. “So, Mina,” he said pleasantly. He went to the television and turned it on. “I guess we could watch some movies or something. Kind of like teenagers on a date.” He chuckled, and moved from one channel to another.

Mina smiled nervously. The ball of discomfort in her stomach kept getting bigger. She had never been alone in any place with a much-older man, and the thought terrified her. But Mr. Wright surely won’t do anything funny to her, would he? He was her boss, after all.

Mr. Wright settled on the couch. He glanced up and saw Mina still standing awkwardly over the couch. He smiled and patted the space beside him. “Have a seat, Mina,” he invited.

Mina swallowed and settled right beside Mr. Wright. She did her best not to sit too close to him, though. No, it wouldn’t do to be mere inches from Mr. Wright right now. Mina felt uncomfortable, but she was also turned on at the idea of sitting so near Mr. Wright. It would be foolish to deny the man aroused her. There was something confident yet haughty and mysterious about him.

Mr. Wright went on staring at the blaring television while Mina sat stiffly beside him. She knew she should make some light conversation. But about what? That she didn’t know.

So she stared at the television as well, her brain not processing any of the images that flashed on the screen. Mina was so absorbed in doing her best to keep her eyes on the screen that it took a while before she realized Mr. Wright had his arm around her shoulders. Instinctively Mina stiffened. Her eyes grew wide, and she had to exert a good enough amount of willpower to stop from crying out loud.

But Mr. Wright seemed to be oblivious to Mina’s discomfort. He went on staring at the TV screen, chuckling occasionally in response to the scene on TV. A few minutes later, Mina felt Mr. Wright’s hand clamp down on her shoulder.

That was the final straw for Mina. Her gut told her Mr. Wright was making his moves on her—the arm around her and the hand on her shoulder? Nope, Mr. Wright didn’t intend to stop right there. No way, Jose!

Mina decided to speak up. “Mr. Wright, what are you doing?” Her voice came out calm enough, but inside she was shaking. The hand on Mina’s shoulder began to move although Mr. Wright’s eyes were still glued to the TV screen. “What does it look like I’m doing, Mina?” he asked, his voice just as calm as Mina’s.

“Well, your hand is on my shoulder, sir,” Mina responded.

“Is it?” Mr. Wright answered back. “Do you have any problems with it, Mina?” The hand massaged her shoulder harder, and while it wasn’t painful, the motion made Mina more uncomfortable than ever.