EroticReverie

Jordan Jacobs

My head cocks to the side and I feel the pressure of my molars pushing together as I grit my teeth, watching Amelia Adams, the fucking babysitter me and my wife have used for the past four years, as she bends over to pick up the toys littering the carpet in the living room. 

She's wearing a pair of yoga pants. God , why did these teenage girls wear those fucking tight pants? Why did every teenage girl look like she was legal ass, and wear enough makeup to make them look like they were at least of drinking age? Why was my fucking babysitter, who, when she first started, was a mousey little thing, have to turn into a wet fucking dream? 

Guilt gnaws at me, but my eyes still don't fucking rip away from her hot tight round ass, and the way the fabric stretches, my dick twitching when I get a peek of a hot pink thong through the fabric. I finally exhale when she stands, tossing the toys into the kids toy box on the side of the room, and then turning with a gorgeous fucking smile on her face.

"How was your day?" She asks, pushing a piece of loose hair from her face with her hand.

"It was good." I say with a return smile and try to keep my eyes from going to the tight little top she has on. A long sleeved black v neck, that makes her already slender frame appear even slimmer with the way the dark color of her clothes hugs her hot little fucking body. 

"Were the kids good?" I ask, loosening my tie as she bends over facing me now, and I take a deep breath as I take a good fucking look down the front of her top, to those perky teenage tits teasing my fucking dick this past year when they grew out of fucking nowhere. She had to be a b or c cup. I wanted to measure them with my fucking hands. 

"Of course, they're always good" she says, grabbing one of Jessie's dolls off the floor and a little tiny barbie doll shoe and placing it back on the dolls foot. 

"For you maybe." I say half joking. The kids loved Amelia, and so did my wife. So did I. I really, really fucking liked Amelia a lot lately. 

She gives a little giggle and turns slightly and tosses the doll into the toy box and then walks over to the coffee table where there's coloring books open, with half colored pages and she puts the crayons back in their box and closes up the books.  

I watch her long blonde hair hang forward over her shoulder, those pretty little fucking tits on display again, and my dick twitches as I imagine taking that top off her and covering them with cum. 

"You staying for dinner tonight?" I ask and she looks up at me while still bending over. 

"sure...did you want me to make something?" she asks, blinking her pretty blue eyes at me. Decorated in eyeliner, and long lashes, her lips stained with remnants of a red lipstick. 

"I dont ask you to stay so you can cook Amelia" I say looking at her.

She gives a little smile. "I know that, but I dont mind...you've had a long day, is Caroline going to be home for dinner or is she working late?" she asks. 

"She's stuck working till midnight." I say of my wife, who works as a nurse, me as a partner at top rated law firm. 

"I dont know how she does it." Amelia shakes her head. 

Truth be told, I didnt know either. I did know however, that my wife was often tired and the sexual libido that earned us three kids, was non existent now that she'd gone back to work. I can't even remember the last time I got my dick even touched by my wife, let alone sucked or fucked. It's been fucking months and maybe that's why my eyes were wandering a lot fucking more than they used to. Especially with Amelia. 

"I know, she's always run ragged." I say and pull my tie loose and slip it off and then unbutton my shirt at the first few buttons and then unbutton my sleeves at the wrist and roll them up. I watch Amelia as she watches me, a small smile on her lips as her eyes watch my hands push the fabric of my sleeve up my forearms. It's brief, and she looks away. 

"We should make one of her favorites, so when she gets home she can heat up the leftovers for dinner." Amelia says and then stacks the coloring books on the coffee table. 

"Sure. That'd be nice." I say. 

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I watch Amelia in the kitchen with Jeremiah, my nine year old boy, Jessie my seven year old girl, and Joy our 4 year old girl. 

Caroline and I wanted four kids. Our hearts were set on four, but after Joy, and wanting to go back to work Caroline told me she couldnt deal with being pregnant a fourth time, that she was done. I have to admit I was a little disappointed, and even a bit pissed when she'd told them to tie her tubes without even talking to be until after the fact. But I wouldnt have asked her or begged her to have a fourth. It just created unecessary resentment on my end, when she could have just fucking told me before making the choice without me. 

Amelia lets the kids help her as she cooks, allowing Jeremiah to stir the sauce into the pasta bolognese while she let's Jessie and Joy add in the vegetable to the salad bowl. 

I take a sip of my bourbon, watching her with them, letting myself pretend for a moment, that the eighteen year old stunner standing in my kitchen was my wife, and the mother of the three kids standing around her, adoring her and laughing with her. All of them fighting for her attention calling her name to ask if they're doing it right when they complete a task just so they can get some of her sweet praise. 

I knew I was a fucking prick for having fantasies of my baby sitter. My wife was a great fucking mother, and a good wife, and a good woman. She was beautiful and smart and caring and loyal, she didn't deserve for me to fucking be looking at a girl almost half my age as a fantasy replacement. God, I was a fucking bastard, but I couldnt stop thinking about the fantasy or eating dinner, sitting and watching a movie with the kids, her and I putting them to bed, and then taking her to mine and putting her in every god damn position her cock tease body could bend into. 

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After dinner we watch a movie with the kids, and I have another bourbon as I peek glances of all three of my kids, cuddled up next to Amelia on the couch. My youngest Joy, in her lap, leaning against her chest, eyes heavy with sleep, and passing out with her head on the perfect set of firm pillow tits of her babysitter. 

After the movie I take Joy and put her to bed, while Jeremiah takes a shower in my bedroom, and then Amelia runs the shower for Jessie in the shared bathroom upstairs. 

Amelia puts Jessie to bed, I put Jeremiah to bed and then we switch rooms, for her to say goodnight to Jeremiah and me to say goodnight to Jessie. 

Once the kids are tucked in and we're back downstairs, I watch her as she grabs her light jacket at the door. 

"Stay awhile." I say. Not even thinking. I never ask her to stay after the kids are gone to bed, because there's no point for her to. Her job was done the second I walked in from work, and she still stayed and did even more taking care of the kids, and of dinner, when she didn't have to. 

She pauses and blinks.

"Did you need me to do something?" she asks. 

My brows pinch slightly. "What? No." I shake my head. 

She cocks hers slightly. 

"Sorry, you probably have plans. Go on, forget it" I laugh slightly and lift my hand and scratch the back of my neck. "thanks for making dinner, have a good night Amelia." I say and give a little nod as I drop my hand. 

She lowers her jacket and gives a slight shrug. 

"I don't have plans." she says. "Do you want me to stay?" 

Yes. For fucking ever I think to myself. 

"No, it's alright, don't mind me, I guess I'm just bored and a lonely old man" I give a soft laugh and wave her off. 

"Go on, go...do teenager stuff" I say and she rolls her eyes slightly.

"You're NOT an old man" she says with a smile. 

"compared to you...yeah i am" I say and she rolls her eyes and throws her coat back up on the coat rack. 

"You're not THAT much older." she says and I just smile. 

"Well thank you." I say and she laughs slightly and gives a little nod. 

She cocks her head. "You're lonely?" her brows move in sympathy. 

I shake my head. "No...don't...forget I said that...it's the bourbon I guess" I say. 

"Did you want to talk?" she asks and I look at her.

"you can talk to me." she says softly, a touch of sadness in her voice.

I heave a sigh, because fuck. The last thing I wanted to do was talk, unless it was with my face buried between her legs and telling her how bad I needed to fuck her. 

I shake my head. "I'm good, thank you though." 

"Oh come on, I've worked for you for four years, I like to think we're like family." she says and walks over and stands in front of me. 

"Talk to me." she says looking up at me, her five foot five frame in front of my six foot three. 

She nods towards the living room. "Cmon...let's go sit." 

"What are you, my therapist?" I ask as she walks towards the living room, looking over her shoulder.

"Yeah, Im gonna charge you double my babysitting rate for the extra service. Sit." she points and I smile, walking over and taking a seat on the couch and then leaning back, laying my head over the back of the couch as she sits on the same couch, turning, lifting one leg, propping herself against the back of the couch.

"Is it because Caroline is always working now and you see less of each other....that you know...you feel lonely?" she asks and I look at her. 

"yeah." I say and then sigh and look away and stare off towards the blank television. 

"It's selfish...but...part of me wishes she never went back to work." I say, not sure why I'm confessing it to Amelia. 

She just nods out of the corner of my eyes. 

"Talk to her about it. You shouldnt feel lonely,....and who knows, maybe she feels the same way. Have you told her how you feel?" she asks and I turn to look at her and cock my head, she bites her lip. 

"I take that as a no." she smirks slightly. "Are you too tough to talk about your feelings?" she teases me. 

I give a little laugh. "Clearly not. I'm sitting her talking to you." 

"mm" she hums. "True...but I'm not your wife." 

I turn to look at her. Maybe it's the bourbon that allows me to look her in the eyes, wishing at the same time that she WAS my wife, my eyes attempting to tell her silently that I wish her statement was the opposite. My eyes drifting down, lingering a bit too long on the dip of her v neck and her cleavage. My eyes going down over everything, her lap and her calves and her bare feet. 

"No....you're not my wife....that's for sure" I say. 

When I look back up , her eyes are on mine and I see her visibly swallow. 

There's silence in the room as I gaze back at her, my eyes flicking down to her mouth when she runs her tongue absent mindedly across her lips and bites the corner of her lower lip. 

I take a breath and exhale a bit harshly.

"God." I say. And nothing more. 

"what?" she asks quietly, so quiet, her voice soft and almost a whisper.

"You're amazing, you know that?" I ask, my eyes going from her mouth to her eyes and she inhales now, my eyes flicking down to the rise of her chest and the fall of it and my eyes go back up to hers. 

"you are too" she says quietly and I just give a small smile. 

"Can I tell you something? ....A secret?" I ask and she swallows with a nod. 

"of course, anything." she says. 

"I think about you far more than I should." I say, fucking dumbly and boldly. God, why was I saying this to her. It was out of my mouth, and now I couldnt take it back.

she chews her lips again. "what...what do you mean?" she asks. 

I inhale and then let out a long exhale.

"I shouldnt tell you." I say shaking my head just slightly as my eyes study her perfect face, taking it in, over and over, and my eyes landing back on hers. 

"you can tell me." she says, shifting slightly and I watch her, looking into her eyes still.

"I can't tell my babysitter that she turns me on." I say on a sigh. 

I watch her body tense slightly as she takes a small soft gasp. 

"See." I say. "I shouldnt have said it." 

She shakes her head and I watch her lick her lips. 

"Does that mean I shouldnt say that that the father I babysit for, turns me on too?" she asks and I let out a soft groan and curse.

"Amelia." I growl her name and look away. 

"what? you said it first." she says and I look back at her. 

"I know, but I half expected you to tell me to fuck off or yell at me or run" I say and lift my hands to my face and scrub them over my jaw and growl slightly.

"You need to go" I say, losing my fucking restraint. 

"You asked me to stay" she says and I look at her.

I shake my head. "I shouldnt have."

My eyes look her up and down as she shifts and my heart stops as she moves towards me on her knees. 

"Don't send me away..." she says and I take a deep breath as she brings herself to touch my shoulder with one hand as she balances, moving one leg up and over my lap, and settles herself on my fucking lap. 

"God, dont do this" I groan and lift my hands, grabbing her waist, cursing at the feel of her waist in my fucking hands, pulling her forward, over the hardness growing in my pants. 

The softest, quiest of moans leaves her mouth as she slips over me, her hot hips rolling once as she grinds against me. 

"You don't have to be lonely" she says, her other hand lifting to my opposite shoulder. 

"god" I exhale as my hips lift, making her mouth part slightly as push my hard dick against her warm center on my lap. 

A tiny little whimper leaves her mouth. 

"I shouldnt be doing this" I say and she shakes her head.

"it's okay...I can help you" she says. 

"I dont want you to be lonely." she whispers and her hips rock again. 

"Don't you want me to keep you company Mister Jacobs?" she asks quietly and I groan at the way she says my name, her soft pillowed lips coming closer and closer to mine.

"Amelia, fuck" I groan.

"If you want me to stop....I will....but I want this.....I've always wanted this" she whispers. 

"I've always wanted you Mister Jacobs"