Mr. Johnson was a perfect gentleman who would never dream of laying a hand on me, no matter how badly I wanted him to do so. One evening, I couldn’t take it anymore and sneaked into his home office. He was sitting on the couch, looking at something on his tablet.
“Mr. Johnson?”
He glanced up when I spoke, and I saw understanding dawn in his eyes. He took in my pigtails, my short skirt, the fact that my shirt was unbuttoned a bit too far, and the obvious lust in my gaze. I moved to kneel in front of him, and he set the tablet aside.
“I know I’m just your babysitter, but I have a favor to ask you.”
He looked curious, but didn’t say anything. Perhaps he didn’t trust himself to speak.
“Don’t worry about the kids. They’re watching a movie with your wife. She thinks I’m asking you for a ride home.”
He swallowed nervously.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me. No, don’t deny it, Mr. Johnson. And it’s okay. I… I like the way you look at me. It makes me feel warm inside.”
As I spoke, I slowly unbuttoned my top, letting him see my white lace bralette.
“And I know your wife doesn’t have sex with you anymore. I heard her talking to her sister on the phone. She’s planning to leave you.”
He stared at me, worried about what I would do or say next.
“She doesn’t deserve you. She’s a frigid bitch.” I said this with excitement, and let my shirt fall to the floor. “You deserve someone who understands your… needs.”
He licked his lips as his eyes hungrily devoured the sight of my eager nipples trying to poke through the fabric.
“Let me show you,” I purred as I unbuckled his belt. “Let me help you.” I unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was already getting hard. I gasped at the sight, and eagerly ran my tongue up the length of it.
He leaned back, resting his head on the back of the couch as I took him in my mouth. His cock swelled to fill it, and I moaned with desire as I swallowed him. He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, so as I started bobbing my head, I took one and showed him that he could grab my pigtails.
He groaned and followed my lead, tugging on my hair like handles, pushing me up and down on his cock. I swallowed and squirmed and tried hard not to gag. He became more eager, pushing his hips up to meet me. I choked, and he released me, a bit reluctantly, I think.
I rocked back, wiping the drool from my chin, and got to my feet. He watched, cock twitching, as I removed my bra. Happy that he was open to what I was suggesting, I lifted my skirt to show him that I wasn’t wearing panties. He could see my wetness dripping down my thighs as I moved to climb onto his lap.