Emma had caught herself thinking many times how Mrs. Carter was a very lucky woman to have someone like Mr. Carter for a husband. Not that Mr. Carter wasn’t lucky himself for having snagged someone like Irene Carter for a wife. Mrs. Carter, roughly five years younger than her husband, was still a bombshell at her age. She had the typical all-American looks: blond hair, blue eyes like the ocean, and a golden tan. She too kept her body fit and trim by swimming, just like her husband. Emma, when she grew old, wanted to look just like Mrs. Carter. Sometimes, in the stillness of the night and in the privacy between the sheets of her bed, she wondered how Mr. and Mrs. Carter were like when they had sex.
For Emma, the Carters’ sack sessions were nothing short of spectacular.
Her thoughts were drifting off again, and Emma had to bring herself back to the present when she realized Mr. Carter was talking to her. He was wearing a plain cotton shirt and loose gray slacks. Very comfy, Emma thought. She looked down and saw he was wearing gray bedroom slippers as well. He looked like he had just gotten out of bed.
“Emma!” Mr. Carter was saying warmly. He swung open the door wider and motioned her in. “Come in, come in. Oh, you’re soaking wet!” He shook his head in dismay.
Emma stepped inside, feeling self-conscious. “Yeah,” she said, laughing nervously. “I forgot to bring my usual rain gear, see. I had to run in the rain to get here.” She looked down and saw she was dripping all over the living room. “Oh, Mr. Carter, I’m dripping all over your living room!” She flushed, embarrassed at having made a mess of herself.
But Mr. Carter waved his hand dismissively. “Nonsense,” he said. “Look at you, you’re all wet. I’m more concerned about you, dear, than the state of the living room floor.” He shook his head again. His lush dark locks danced as he did, and Emma was seized by a sudden desire to run her hands through his hair. No reason in particular. She just wanted to know how it felt like to run her fingers through hair as thick and dark as Mr. Carter’s.
She caught herself again. Don’t be foolish, Emma.
Mr. Carter was looking at her expectantly, and she realized he was expecting an answer from her. “Well, um, thanks, Mr. Carter,” she said lamely.
“You should have called and told me you didn’t have your rain stuff with you,” he said. There was a hint of sternness to his voice, and Emma, despite her chilly soaked clothes, felt warm inside. It almost seemed like he cared for her.
Well, of course he does. She was their babysitter, after all.
“Let’s get you into the bathroom,” Mr. Carter said abruptly. He took her wrist gently and pulled her toward the staircase, where they began to ascend. “You’ll get sick, standing around in those wet clothes a minute more.”
Emma was confused, but she let herself be led up the stairs. “Mr. Carter, the guest bathroom’s downstairs,” she said.
“Don’t be foolish,” Mr. Carter said without turning around to look at her. He stopped in front of large wooden door. Only then did he turn to look at her. “I’m taking you right into the bedroom.”
Emma was stunned. “But—” she began to say, but he cut her off.
“Relax, Emma,” he said, almost gently. “There aren’t any spare clothes in the downstairs bathroom, see. I don’t know you’re size, so I’m taking you right where Irene’s extra clothes are.” He turned the doorknob and led Emma inside the bedroom. “I think she’s a size or two bigger than you are, but her clothes will do, I’m sure.”
They stopped right in front of a huge closet. Mr. Carter’s hand was still on Emma’s wrist. She flushed and looked down self-consciously. She had never been inside the master’s bedroom before. Not that she was prohibited exactly from entering the bedroom; she just hadn’t found a reason to enter the room at all. Then she realized she was dripping all over the polished wooden floors. Mrs. Carter was going to have a cow!
“Mr. Carter, I’m dripping all over your bedroom!” Emma exclaimed helplessly. She tugged at her wrist. “I’m sorry I made a mess here. I’ll go change right away.”
Mr. Carter turned to look at her. He let go of her wrist, but he took a step closer to her, so they were now face-to-face and almost chest to chest. Her breath caught in her throat. She was aware of her drenched clothes clinging to her body and molding her figure as if she wasn’t wearing any clothing at all. Something between her legs burned, and there was a funny feeling in her stomach.
“The bathroom’s over there, Emma,” Mr. Carter said, tilting his head in the direction of the bathroom. He wasn’t very tall, but he still towered over Emma. He looked down at her, and there was something in the intensity of his gaze that made her feel uncomfortable.
But Emma liked it.
Breaking the weird spell, she nodded and turned in the direction of the bathroom. She slipped inside hurriedly and shut the door behind her. She leaned against the door, forcing herself to take deep breaths to calm down her racing heart. She couldn’t believe it, but was Mr. Carter actually seducing her? She thought hard. While she didn’t want to assume, there was something in his manner that said yes, he was using his seductive charms on her. She was a little afraid, but she knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt or harm her.
Besides, if she thought even more deeply, she wanted to be seduced by Mr. Carter.
“Stop it, Emma,” she told herself aloud. That did it. The spell was broken, and she remembered why she was in the bathroom in the first place. She began to peel her clothes off: first her thick heavy jeans then her green shirt. She wrung her clothes as hard as she could and hung them up to dry. Now in her underwear, she stared at herself in the full-length mirror. Her undies were thoroughly soaked too. For a second, she imagined Mr. Carter inside the bathroom with her. As she stared at her almost-naked reflection, she could almost see—and feel—Mr. Carter standing behind her. His breath would be hot and heavy on her shoulder. His hands would settle first on her hips then they would travel up her flat stomach, toying with her navel a bit. From her stomach his hands would go up to the undersides of her breasts, where they would tease a bit. She would moan and insist he cup her breasts fully. He would refuse, but she would just beg him some more until he finally agreed. His hands would then meet the round fullness of her twins, and they would grope and fondle her tits with a ferocity that was—
There was a knock on the bathroom door. “Emma, everything okay?” Mr. Carter’s voice rang out from the other side. “You can use the bathrobe there. It’s fresh.”
Emma was startled out of her thoughts. She was even more startled when she saw she had her hands cupped on her breasts. She flushed deeply. What on earth had she been thinking! “Everything’s all right, Mr. Carter,” she called out. “I’ll be out in a minute.” She shook her head to clear it.
“Great,” Mr. Carter replied. “I’m just out here.”
Emma removed her bra and panties. Again she wrung them out as hard as she could then hung them up to dry right beside her shirt and jeans. She stepped into the shower and rinsed for a few minutes to get the grimy wet feeling off. As her hand touched the private part between her legs, she was surprised to find she was a bit moist down there. She hurriedly rinsed herself with soap. No, it wouldn’t do to misbehave now. She was the babysitter, and Mr. Carter was her employer. No, it wouldn’t do to act all naughty now even though the perfect opportunity presented itself.
Emma stepped off the shower, grabbed the fluffy towel beside the bathrobe, and toweled herself dry. Satisfied, she grabbed the robe and slipped it on. It was of a bigger size, and it hung loose on her, but at least she was dry and clean now. She toweled her hair dry then decided she was ready to step out now.
When she got out of the bathroom, she saw Mr. Carter seated comfortably on the bed. He smiled when she saw her. Emma, feeling awkward, smiled back. There was something very intimate about the moment that sort of bothered her.
“Well, that’s more like it!” Mr. Carter exclaimed. He stood up and opened the closet. “Come on, take your pick here. Don’t worry, these c
lothes are barely used.” He glanced at her. “She buys so many clothes. She doesn’t end up using all of the stuff she buys.” He shrugged.
Emma walked toward Mr. Carter was shyly. “Are you sure she’ll be fine with this?” she asked.
He nodded. “Of course. Irene’s a nice girl. And she wouldn’t mind if she knew it was you who used her clothes.” He grinned boyishly. “She likes you, you see.” He paused. “We like you,” he added.
Emma smiled and took a step closer to the closet. She opened her mouth and was about to say “Thanks, Mr. Carter!” when she stepped on a puddle. What came out was a shriek as she slipped and lost her balance. Her feet flew from beneath her, and she raised her arms to find her balance. She was about to hit the floor when she felt a pair of strong arms encircle around her and pull her up into safety.
She crashed into the bed, along with Mr. Carter. Her heart pounded against her chest. She was so frightened! She turned and stared straight into Mr. Carter’s blue-green eyes, which were only a few inches away from her own. Fright was then replaced by embarrassment. She, Emma Walters, had made an utter fool of herself in front of her employer! She was so embarrassed she didn’t register the fact and feel of Mr. Carter’s arms and body against her.
“Mr. Carter, I’m sorry!” she exclaimed breathlessly.
But she was beyond surprised when instead of answering her, Mr. Carter covered her lips with his own. She was too shocked to move or react. She clung to him as he kissed her with intense passion on the lips. She was a wooden doll, too stunned to either wrench her lips from his or kiss her back with the same intensity. It took awhile before the matter sank in, that she was engaged in some heavy lip-locking action with her boss.
It was then that Emma decided to abandon all rational thinking. Really, what was the point of worrying what could happen? They were here, at the moment right now, wrapped in each other’s arms, lips clinging together like their lives depended on it. Resistance—not that there was much in her to begin with—would be futile. Resistance wasn’t even an option. Right then and there, she plunged in and didn’t even risk a look back.
She kissed him back. She opened her mouth and attacked his moving lips with the same amount of passion he was showing her, maybe even more. He didn’t register surprise at her sudden display of fierce behavior. On the contrary, he seemed to welcome it. He shifted his body so that he could bring her closer to his arms. She let herself be pulled closer to him and shifter her body a bit so she could pull him closer to. Now they were tangled and locked in each other’s arms. There was definitely no going back now.
Emma’s bathrobe flew open, revealing one young springy breast. Her lips and Mr. Carter’s were still engaged in a fiery battle, neither refusing to give way. He inserted his tongue inside her open willing mouth. Emma accepted his tongue’s invasion fully. She felt her tongue probe and explore every space and inch of her mouth. His tongue felt sharp. It was a tongue that had done this invasion a million times before and knew what it was doing. She moaned as his tongue met hers. She responded to its command, engaging his sneaky tongue with hers in a frenzied battle.
Mr. Carter’s hand has found its way into Emma’s exposed breast. He clutched at her tit like a drowning man clutching at a life preserver thrown at him. His fingers dug at her breast meat like a claw, and his thumb ran over and over her stiff nipple. She swung her leg over him, locking him and keeping him even closer to her. She slid her hand inside the thin cotton of his shirt and raked her fingernails up and down her back.
The hand on her breast moved and found its way to her hand that was running all over his back. His hand moved her hand from under his shirt and down to where the front part of his gray loose slacks lay. He pressed her hand firmly down his crotch, and her eyes widened as she felt his firm erect tool beneath that thick layer of soft fabric. It seemed he wasn’t wearing anything underneath all that gray cloth. The thought stirred her senses awake, hungrily brought them to life. Her mind flashed back to the first few moments before this explosive moment: when she first saw him in the white tee and loose slacks, when she felt his gentle grip on her wrist, when she imagined him touching her all over as she changed and dressed in the bathroom. Everything was snowballing.
Emma’s hand came to life. It became a lust-filled claw that groped madly for the waistband of his loose slacks. Finding purchase, the hand slithered eagerly between the space, probing, not resting until it came upon what it intended to find all along, the swelling and erect cock that had been concealed beneath layers of loose clothing. She gripped his huge tool eagerly. Finally, at long last. She felt his firm solid flesh beneath her palms, and she breathed excitedly. Something seemed to click, and her hand, finding purchase, moved up and down.
Mr. Carter broke their kiss and, upon feeling the pumping motion Emma’s fist made around his rod, groaned roughly. She smiled upon hearing him groan and moved her fist faster. His breath was coming in quick short spurts now. She was delighted as she felt him grow large and even stiffer in her hand. She was doing it; she was turning him on! She looked at his face, so handsome even at his age.
She moved her shoulders until the bathrobe came loose. Her chest was now exposed, and she saw the hungry look that came over his eyes as he stared at her springy, juicy breasts. Not wasting another second, he moved and lowered his head to one round mound and began to suck. She cried out loud. He was sucking so hard it was painful. She knew he heard her cry, but she didn’t vary the intensity of his sucking on her tit. She cried out again, her hand increasing speed as it pumped up and down his now-erect cock. He nibbled on her nipple, and the cave between her thighs spurted out something.
Emma removed her hand from Mr. Carter’s penis so she could slide the rest of his slacks down his legs. As she did this, he also slid the rest of the bathrobe down her body so that she was fully naked when the task was done. He still had his shirt on, but not for long. She was eager to shed him of any remaining clothing. In no time, they were both stark naked.
They didn’t do anything at first. They simply stared into each other’s body, marveling at the perfect curve and angle that was present in both glorious bodies. For Emma, Mr. Carter was even more perfect up close and in the bare flesh. Until then, she had no idea how incredibly fit and toned he was. She had no idea how huge he was. Her eyes took in the sight of his penis hungrily. She stared, fascinated, at the huge flesh dangling between his thighs and was turned on at the idea of having that enormous organ inside her. Could she do it, fit a thing that huge inside her private parts? Of course she could. She would find a way to make sure it could.
Mr. Carter, for his part, couldn’t take his hands off Emma. She looked at him, a bit amused, as his hands touched her here, there, and everywhere: her breasts, pussy, gently rounded hips, buttocks, and even the delicate area of her collarbone. It was like he couldn’t seem to get enough of her body, and she liked that. She would offer herself to Mr. Carter, that was pretty much clear. She was also his. He could do whatever he wanted to her.
Then Mr. Carter was over her and thrusting his huge tool inside her mouth. She responded eagerly. She grabbed his cock with both hands and brought it into her mouth. He was big, and he filled her mouth just right. She liked the sharp, mannish taste of him. She wrapped her lips around her dick and began to move them up and down. He helped her by placing his hands gently on the sides of her head and making it move in up and down motions. He moved his hips according to her mouth’s movements, creating a synchronized motion that was smooth and uninterrupted.
Emma was very aroused now. Having Mr. Carter’s cock inside her was a great libido builder. She was very wet down there; in fact, she felt some of her juices drip down her thighs and into the Carters’ sheet. But what could she do? She abandoned all thought and focused on the task at hand, which was to give her employer nothing but pure pleasure. She felt him grow larger inside her mouth—oh, how she loved the taste and feel of him!—and when the hands holding her head began to shake, she knew she was close
to exploding.
And explode he did. He came right inside her mouth, and the action took her by surprise. She almost choked on the sudden gush of thick fluid that filled her mouth and ran down her throat, but she remembered what she had to do and did it. Mr. Carter shivered and moaned as he came again. She went for his fluids eagerly and swallowed them in two gulps. His taste was clean, pure. She licked off the traces of white come that lingered in his cock. She licked the tip clean.
He removed his penis from her mouth and positioned himself over her again, this time with his penis in level with her vagina. Emma knew what she had been waiting for some time was now going to come. She looked up at his blue-green eyes. He looked back at her with something like tenderness. She didn’t need to be told. She spread her legs, and he placed himself on top of her. He had his hands on each side of her for support.
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