"You're so good with them, Claire," Jason said, handing her the typical two twenty-dollar bills. "Thanks for watching Adi and Jay tonight. This time of year, it is so hard for me to get home at a regular hour."

Claire looked up at him with her wide, innocent eyes. "It's no problem, Mr. Wyatt. They're great kids."

Jason noticed the faint blush that crept up her cheeks. He couldn't help but let his gaze linger on her chest, which was straining against the fabric of her shirt. She had filled out significantly since she started babysitting his kids four years ago. Of course, back then, things were so different. He still had a wife at home that he thought loved him. And she had been a rail skinny girl, barely 14 years old.

While his wife, Anna, had left him alone with the kids a year ago, the final divorce decree was barely ninety days old. And Claire, who he still had trouble thinking of anything other than a kid, had found curves in the last year. He had to admit he'd found himself admiring those curves more and more. And the feelings it gave him left him conflicted.

"You know, you can call me Jason," he said, not realizing that she would consider that a big step.

Her eyes grew wider, and she nodded. "Okay, J-Jason."

The weeks went by, and the nights grew longer. Claire had always been a diligent worker, arriving early and leaving late, but Jason had noticed that she had been lingering more than usual. When he returned from his late nights at the office, he often found her in the kitchen, doing dishes, or in the living room, straightening up. He wondered if it was just his imagination or if she was looking for excuses to stay while he was around.

One evening, as he walked in, the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the house. Claire had made them for the kids, but Jason found himself craving more than just a sweet treat. He saw her in the kitchen, her apron tied tightly around her waist, her large breasts threatening to spill out. He felt a familiar stirring in his pants, and he had to force himself to look away. The sight of her was like a siren's call, tempting him in ways he hadn't allowed himself to indulge in for years. He knew it was wrong, but the thought of her soft, young flesh under his fingertips was too tantalizing to ignore.

In the privacy of his bedroom, Jason couldn't shake the images of Claire from his mind. He closed his eyes and let his hand drift down to his crotch, imagining her there instead. He pictured her shyly undressing for him, her eyes cast down as she revealed her ample chest. He stroked himself, feeling the tension build as he thought of her sweet, inexperienced mouth taking him in. The fear of her telling her parents was a constant thorn in his side, but the fantasy was too potent to resist. He pumped harder, thinking of her full, ripe curves pressed against him, her body yielding to his every demand.

Meanwhile, Claire lay in her own bed, her hand sliding under the covers. She had noticed how Jason's eyes had been lingering on her lately, which had set her imagination alight. Each night, she thought about him, his strong arms holding her, his experienced hands exploring her body. She bit her lip as she touched herself, her mind conjuring up every little detail of his toned physique and the way his pants seemed to bulge that night. Her heart raced as she climaxed, whispering his name into her pillow. The line between reality and fantasy was blurred, and she wasn't sure how long she could keep her feelings hidden.

Two nights later, Jason had to work late again, and Claire was at his home with the kids.  When he entered the house, he changed into sweats and a t-shirt while she used the restroom. When she came out, he met her at the door. As he handed her the payment, he held his arms out a little, offering a hug.  She quickly slipped through his arms against his body. The moment sparked a response in his cock.  And while he tried to hide it, he felt her body tense up momentarily.  He knew she had felt his erection pressing against her, but she said nothing, only blushing deeper and looking away.

Over the next few days, Jason thought about her constantly, and it was getting harder to hide his attraction. He knew it was wrong, but the thrill of the forbidden was too intoxicating. One evening, in a weak moment,  as he was saying goodbye, he pulled her into a hug again, his arms lingering around her waist. He felt her breasts against his chest. He held her tighter, feeling himself getting harder. With his hands on her hips, he could feel her pressed against his hardening cock.

After she left, Jason raced to the bathroom, his heart pounding. He barely had his pants down before he was gripping his cock, the image of Claire's shy smile and her full breasts in his mind. He stroked himself rapidly, trying to ignore the guilt that was creeping in. He threw his head back and came, groaning into the sink. He had never felt so alive and so wrong at the same time. He knew he had to get a grip on himself, but the thought of her was like a drug he couldn't quit.

That night, as Claire lay in bed, Jason consumed her thoughts. She had felt his erection, and it had sent a thrill through her body. She reached under her shirt, her fingertips tracing the outline of her hardened nipples. She rolled onto her side, humping her pillow, imagining it was Jason's cock instead. Her breath grew ragged as she ground against it, her hand slipping into her panties to touch herself. The fabric of her shirt was rough against her sensitive skin, and she wished it was his hands instead. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out his name.

The next time Claire babysat, she wore a pair of tight leggins, hoping to get a reaction from him. When Jason came home, she was already waiting at the door, pretending to be engrossed in a book. He greeted her with a tired smile, and she couldn't help but notice how his eyes swept over her body before he handed her the money.

The tension was palpable as he leaned in for their customary hug. This time, she didn't pull away immediately. Instead, she leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest. She felt him tense, and she knew he was hard again. The thrill of it made her wet, and she subtly began to grind her hips against him, feeling the bulge in his pants.

The hug grew longer, both of them frozen in the moment. Jason's breath was hot against her neck, and she felt his cock pulsing through the fabric. She pushed her hips forward slightly, eager to feel more of him. He groaned, his grip on her tightening, and she knew he wasn't going to let go. They stood there, hidden in the shadows of the hallway, both of them panting as they subtly humped each other under the pretense of an innocent hug. The tension grew until it was almost unbearable, and she could feel the wetness spreading between her legs.

Finally, with an awkward laugh, Jason pulled away. "G-good night, Claire," he stammered, his face flushed. She nodded, her voice failing her as she stepped back. The silence was deafening as they both pretended nothing had happened. But as she left the house, her heart was racing, and she knew she'd never be able to look at him the same way again.

Back in his room, Jason couldn't get the feeling of her body against his out of his mind. He stripped off his clothes and headed straight for the bathroom. His hand was shaking as he gripped his cock, the image of Claire's thinly covered crotch moving against him replaying in his head. He stroked furiously, his eyes closed tightly, her name a silent chant on his lips. The climax was explosive, and he had to lean against the sink to keep from collapsing. But it was useless; the line had been crossed, and there was no going back.

The next time Claire babysat, the tension was palpable. They both knew the things that neither could talk about would happen again. They both had been eagerly looking forward to it.  When it was time for her to leave, they stepped into the hallway, the darkness hiding their indecent actions from the sleeping children. Jason pulled her into his arms, her body fitting perfectly against his. He felt her breasts, big and full, pressing against his chest. His cock grew harder as she leaned into him, her breath hot against his neck. They humped each other slowly, the friction building until it was almost unbearable. The sound of their muffled moans filled the quiet house.

As they started to pull away, Claire leaned in and whispered into his ear, "I love hugging you." Her voice was low and sultry, sending a shiver down his spine. He knew then that she wanted this as much as he did. The moment was too much for Jason, as he pulled her close again, deliberately grinding his cock between her legs. His hand reached back and roughly grabbed her ass cheek to pull her tighter.  With a shudder and a low moan, Jason began shooting into his boxers.

As Claire felt his stiff cock jerk then throb again and again, her eyes went wide with shock and delight. She had never felt something so powerful and primal. It was exhilarating, and she felt her pussy clench in response. He quickly released her, his face flushing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," he murmured, looking away.

But Claire was not repulsed. She was thrilled. She had always felt like the odd one out with her friends, who talked about their experiences with boys, and here she was, feeling something so intense with a man she had known for years. She took the money and left the house, her legs trembling with excitement.

On the drive home, she couldn't help but feel the sticky wetness in her underwear, and the memory of his hardness against her was all she could think about. She parked her car in the garage and sat for a moment, her hand drifting down to touch herself. She was already so close, and the thought of what had just happened pushed her over the edge. With her hand jammed down the front of her leggings, she came hard, her body shaking with the force of it.

Once in the bathroom across from her parent's room, she had to clean up before they noticed anything. She locked the door and leaned against the sink, her hand still between her legs. She stroked herself, replaying the moment in the hallway, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She felt the orgasm build again, her pussy pulsing as she pictured Jason's face contorted with pleasure, his hardness jerking against her. She bit her lip to keep from making a sound as she came again, her juices dripping down her hand.

"It was almost like we had sex," she thought as she drifted off to sleep that night—a soft smile on her young face. She decided she was ready. Jason Wyatt was going to be the ONE!