Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
My thighs squeeze together as my insides go wet. God, my ex Neil was such a wet rag compared to Mr. Patton. Neil worked in IT, and his job was literally to answer the help line at a university. Literally, when students had problems with their computers, he was the guy who went out to fix it.
But clearly, Mr. Patton’s in another league, and I feel my nipples grow taut and stiff. One hand reaches up to circle a pink tip through my thin sweater, and I let out a small giggle while continuing to listen to him talk. Should I? It sounds so bad, but then again, he’s totally engrossed in his conversation. He’ll never know I’m here.
Just to be sure though, I lean forward to peek through the crack in the door, and sure enough, Rick’s staring at his computer screen with a phone pressed to his ear. That black hair is tousled with frustration, and his white button up is undone at the collar, revealing a length of hard, bronzed throat. Those blue eyes are intense, but they’re totally focused on the screen in front of him, even as the voice on the end of the receiver jabbers away in a tinny stream. Perfect.
With another silent giggle, I step back from the door a bit, and then slowly, lift my skirt. It’s just a silky black wraparound that resembles the practice skirts that ballet dancers wear. I undo the string-tie at the waist, and with a slight hiss, the material drops away, puddling at my feet.
Then, I turn so that my bottom’s facing the crack in the door and bend over before toying with the sides of my g-string. It’s a tiny white one, no bigger than a patch of fabric at my crotch, but I’ve found that only my thongs fit me now that I’m pregnant. With another silent giggle, I pull the g-string down until it stretches about my knees, and then pull it lower still before stepping out of the tiny bit of fabric altogether. Shamefully, there’s a bit of wetness connecting my pussy to the gusset, and I break the gooey string with one finger before putting it to my mouth. Mmm, the juice is tangy and very feminine, if I do say so myself.
But this is where the pedal hits the metal because I want to be bad. Maybe I haven’t gotten my wild ways out of my system yet, but this is different because it’s not like I’m hooking up with a strange man. In fact, I know that Mr. Patton can’t see me, so it’s okay. His deep voice is still rumbling, and if anything, it’s growing even more agitated. I pause for a moment, breathless. Did he just say something that rhymes with panties? I pause, unmoving. But no, it must be my imagination because the phone call continues, that deep bass now cussing at the other person on the phone.
A naughty smile creeps over my face. Oh goody. Perfect for me. Slowly, I bend over lower until my long curls brush the floor, my big breasts hanging down and swaying within my loose sweater. Then, I reach two hands back and pull my bottom cheeks apart, the full moons giving way to reveal my swollen rose-colored pussy. The folds are wet already, and they glisten in the low light. But this isn’t enough. I reach my hands even further back until my fingers are on my nether lips themselves, and pull those apart to show off my slick pink interior. Oh god, I’m already gushing, and to my delight, a gooey trickle of female nectar begins to drip down the inside of my thigh.
“Fuck!” Mr. Patton roars from within his office.
Immediately, I stand and back away into the darkness, afraid that he’s seen me. But the handsome alpha male has merely slammed his phone down, and he’s clacking away at his keyboard now, practically hammering the keys with rage. Wow, I wonder what just happened? But I know better than to press my luck, and with one last silent giggle, I pull on my panties before grabbing my skirt. Then, I tiptoe down the hallway and turn the corner even as heat continues to pour through my core. After all, I was just a bad girl, even if it felt good to do that. The problem? That I wanted my handsome employer to see … although my actions were totally wrong.
2
Rick
Who the fuck does she think she is? And what the fuck does she think she’s doing? I’m talking about my naughty babysitter of course. What the hell. When I got Tracy’s name through that single dad’s group, I never thought she’d be doing this!
Actually, that’s not true because I was forewarned. The single dad’s group has been almost solely dedicated to discussing the gorgeous Tracy Cunningham for quite a while now, in fact. She’s evidently the hottest babysitter in town for us single guys because it seems that she provides more than just babysitting services for our kids. She’s hooked up with quite a few of the dudes in the group, and they’ve been singing her praises as a result.