101 EROTICA STORIES (104 page)

“Nikki!” he said with surprise. “I knew I forgot something.”

She furrowed her brows in confusion as she was invited to come in, wondering if anything was wrong. He quickly explained that she wouldn’t be needed for her babysitting duties that day after his ex-wife had decided to pick up their son several days earlier than expected, apologizing that he hadn’t managed to call her ahead of time.

“It’s no trouble,” she replied with a soft smile.

“I still owe you for last week. Why don’t you follow me to my office so I can write you a check?”

They their way around the house and stepping through a set of double doors that led to his office.

“Sorry about the mess,” he said, gesturing to the papers and tools strewn about.

Nikki was aware of how busy Stephen Mercer’s life was. Cleaning up after himself was the least of his issues. At 33 years old, he was already one of the most sought-after architects in the state and was always neck deep in projects. While his hard work afforded him the luxury of working out of his own home, he was more often than not locked inside his office, barely giving him time to spend with his 8-year old son, whom he shared custody of with his ex-wife.

 “Here you go,” he said, sliding a check across his desk before slumping back against his seat with a deep sigh.

She looked on as he raised his hands to his head, pressing his fingers against his temples. “Is something wrong?”

Stephen ran a palm down his face, a thoughtful expression crossing his features as he looked at her. He opened his mouth but no words came out, uncertain if he wanted to unload his troubles on her. What would his 21-year old babysitter know anyway?

“It’s work, my ex, legal issues. It’s nothing to worry your pretty head about,” he waved off.

“Maybe that’s your problem. You’re so focused on all those things that it just stresses you out more” Nikki mused. “My dad always says that doing something out of the norm helps lessen stress. Anything as simple as exercise or talking about something random can make the difference, he says. He’s a psychologist, you know?”

Stephen had to chuckle at how so matter-of-factly she sounded as she smiled sweetly at him. “I guess I can start by cleaning up this office.”

She offered her help, saying how she had nothing else to do anyway. And he had agreed, saying how he’d appreciate the company.

The two set out to work organizing all the papers into their proper files and putting back the tools in their rightful place, Stephen giving out instructions every now and then and Nikki just happily obliging. He had to smile at her easygoing nature. It was something refreshing to him. And to be quite honest, she wasn’t bad to look at either. Slender with the right amount of curves, he was sure that she drove a few guys wild.

“Well,” she piped. “Looks like we’re done. I’ll grab us a few drinks from the kitchen as a reward.”

Stephen was grateful that she had spoken up, veering him away from the direction his thoughts were headed. Nikki was a beautiful 21-year old, and that rendered her off limits.

“Here you go,” she said, handing over a bottled water before taking a swig out of her own.

He stood mesmerized as she kept the bottle to her lips, his gaze following a bead of sweat going down the column of her throat down to her chest and disappearing under her shirt. He snapped his eyes back up when he heard her soft chuckle.

“A distraction is a good thing,” she said, a hint of a smirk playing at her lips. The smirk grew into a full grin when he tried to play clueless. “I’ve caught you looking plenty of times.”

“I’m sorry. I – ”

“No need to explain,” she said, stepping closer to him. She took the bottle in his hand and placed it on his office desk with hers. “I like when you look.”

“What?”

“Have you looked in the mirror, Stephen? You’re an attractive guy, and it makes my toes curl knowing you find me attractive.”

“You’re only 21.”

“21 is legal,” she said simply. “You know what I find helps relieve stress?”

Stephen swallowed thickly as Nikki pressed herself even closer to him, her fingers playing at the buttons of his shirt.

“Sex,” she stated, popping one button free. “It’s exercise and you can talk about anything you wanna do to me.”

It was all the invitation he needed. He kissed her forcefully, quickly picked her up and sat her on his desk, knocking over a few items in the process. He put all his pent up frustrations into their kiss, taking all of his willpower to keep from ripping her clothes off and ravaging her. But it didn’t take much. Nikki was a willing participant and gave just as much into the kissing and caressing as Stephen did.

He slipped her shorts and underwear down her long legs, sinking down to his knees in front of the desk. She spread her thighs apart, giving him the perfect view of her sex. He traced a finger along her slit, smirking in approval at her wetness. He slipped a finger in, slowly pumping in and out. He pulled her hips closer to the edge of the table, his mouth merely a breath away before his tongue slipped out to taste her. He nipped, licked and suckled at her mound until she was screaming for his name.

“Fuck me! Fuck me now!” she screamed.

Stephen rose to his feet and threw her legs over his shoulders. With one quick thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. “Fucking hell, Nikki. You are tight.”

“You like that? Fuck that tight pussy, Mr. Mercer. Make me cum all over your big cock.”

And fuck her hard, he did. Stephen pumped wildly into her, Nikki urging him on with every word that left her mouth. It wasn’t long until he had her screaming and thrashing again, her orgasm completely taking over. Her walls had gotten so tight around him that he was drawn closer to his own climax.

“Get on your knees,” he barked.

Nikki slid down to the floor and put her mouth around his shaft, bobbing her head up and down. She moaned as she felt his hot seed squirt into her throat, still sucking on his cock and milking him for all he was worth.

Completely spent, Stephen pulled her back up to her feet. “Wow,” he said with a deep breath. “That’s definitely the best way to get rid of my stress.”

“Just tell me if you need help with it again. I’d love to keep you occupied.”

“Hi!” she greeted as someone opened the door. “I’m looking for Mrs. DuPont. Is she here?”

“No, sorry, mom’s actually in the city shopping with my sister.”

“Wait a second,” she said, her face taking on a thoughtful look. “Adam?”

“Do I know you?”

“Oh wow, you’ve grown up so much!” she said in awe. “I’m Melissa.”

“You used to babysit me,” he said in realization. “Do you wanna come in? I’m not sure what time mom’s gonna be back but you’re welcome to wait.”

She accepted the invitation and was led to the living room, Adam leaving her for a few short moments while he got her a glass of water that he had offered as well. “Is there anything else I can get you?” he asked.

“Look at you being all polite,” she teased.

“I vaguely remember my babysitter telling me that girls like it when guys do things for them,” he quipped.

Melissa chuckled and patted the seat next to her. “Why don’t you sit down so we can catch up? How have you been? What have you been up to? Got any girls falling for that charm of yours?”

Adam smiled as he sat down. “I’ve been good. Just graduated high school and I’m off to college this fall, got a scholarship for basketball actually. And unfortunately, I just broke up with my girlfriend recently. She said I wasn’t exactly what she’s looking for, whatever that means.”

“That’s great about college,” she said, impressed. “I’m sorry to hear about your girl though. Oh well, it’s her loss.”

“Anyway, enough about me, how have you been doing?”

He listened intently as Melissa talked about what she’s been up to, graduating college, getting a job and later being transferred to a different location for the same company. She said she wanted to visit home before making the move and decided to see how his mom was.

“Boston?” he interrupted excitedly. “That’s where I’m going to school. Maybe we can meet up every once in a while, not let years pass by.”

“That’ll be great,” she agreed. “It’ll be nice to have at least one familiar face.”

Her face was definitely familiar to him. Hell, he knew who she was as soon as he looked through the peephole. It’s been 6 years since they saw each other last but she looked as beautiful as ever. She had been his first crush and those startling green eyes and her flowing black hair had been in his dreams since she left. Yes, it’ll definitely be nice to have a familiar face around.

*****

“I can’t believe they didn’t even check your ID.”

“As long as I don’t wear a letterman jacket, I look 21 to everyone else.”

Melissa laughed as they walked towards the bar, Adam ordering a beer for each of them, again not being asked for his ID. He was right, he looked legal. But in her eyes, he should be deemed illegal. His blonde locks and blue eyes gave him that model appeal, and with how he was built, anyone would think it was underwear he was modeling.

She chugged her beer to drown her thoughts. You babysat this kid, moron, she thought.

“Slow down, tiger,” he chuckled. “We don’t want you going out for the count early.”

No, she didn’t want that. Not that she was a lightweight but she knew that she got frisky when she had enough alcohol in her, and she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to be like that when he was around.

“Let’s dance.”

Adam didn’t like dancing but he let himself be pulled to the main floor, thinking it was a great excuse to have his hands all over her. It wasn’t really his type of scene but as long as the DJ kept playing music that made her shake her ass and roll her hips into his, he’d take it. He turned her around, her back against his chest and ground his crotch into her ass, giving her an idea of what effect she had on him. A hand travelled to her stomach, keeping her in place, as the other stroked up and down her sides.

“What are we doing?” she asked huskily, desire obvious in her tone.

“Showing you that I’m all grown up,” he whispered into her ear, his tongue darting out to lick at the shell. “Let’s get out of here.”

*****

As soon as the door to her apartment was locked, Adam had his hands all over her, pushing her back against the door, pressing his eager mouth on hers. Melissa let him take control, wrapping her legs around his waist, her dress riding up her thighs as he picked her up.

Pushing off the door, he expertly maneuvered his way to her bedroom, having been at her place many times before. He had lost his shirt along the way and as soon as they were inside, they quickly shed the rest of their clothes.

“You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he said as his gaze roamed over her.

“You think of me, huh?” she said, her hands fondling her breasts teasingly.

Her eyes glazed over as his hand stroked at his cock. He may be young but at 20, he was all man. By the looks of him, she knew she was in for a really good ride.

“Come here and see what it’s like to fuck me for real.”

Melissa lay on the bed, legs spread with her fingers playing with her folds, waiting as Adam sheathed his hard member in a condom. Neither wanted to waste any time with foreplay, if the night went well, they both knew they’d have more time for it later.

Adam surged into her with one hard thrust, their moans echoing against the walls. He waited a while for Melissa to get accustomed to his size, only starting to move when she rolled her hips.

“You like that?”

“Fuck yes. You’re cock is so big. It feels so good in my pussy.”

“You’re so fucking wet. You wanted this too, huh, my hard cock pounding into your tight pussy.”

Melissa writhed as he accentuated each word with hard thrusts, pushing her closer to the edge. Adam felt her walls start to clamp down on him. Wanting to make her cum hard, he rubbed circles against her clit, making her fly apart, thrashing as she rode out her orgasm, her tight walls pulling him into his own climax.

With a few more thrusts, he was completely spent, collapsing on top of her. Melissa trailed kisses along his shoulder and his neck, his head rising so he could press one to her lips.

“Can you tell me what took us so long to fuck?”

“I had to wait for you to not be jailbait. And baby, you are definitely all grown up.”