Untamed Passion

SECRET SEDUCTION

“I’ll take her home honey,” Gordon told his wife, giving her a peck on the cheek.

“Thanks, baby,” Charlotte said, “I’m exhausted and I’ve got a splitting headache. I’m going on to bed.” Without even waiting to talk with Carly, their babysitter, Charlotte mounted the stairs to their bedroom. GordonThis belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

sighed. No fun and games for him tonight, Charlotte would be down for the count. He walked into the living room.

“Hi Carly,” he said. The attractive teenager was sprawled out on the sofa with a book open, and Gordon was slightly aroused by the long coltish legs bared by the athletic shorts the girl was wearing. It was easy to tell that she wore no bra beneath the thin tee shirt she was wearing, though he hadn’t noticed it earlier in the evening. At the moment, her nipples were pressing hard against the thin fabric and her lips seemed slightly swollen. If she had been older Gordon would have assumed she’d come straight from her lover’s bed. “Are you ready to go home?” he asked her.

“It’s not a school night Mr. Hendrix,” she told him with a lazy grin. “I’m in no real rush, we can go whenever you’re ready.” She put her book down, folding the page to keep her place in the paperback novel and setting it on the sofa beside her. “But I have to go to the bathroom first.” Her

smile seemed to light up the room, and Gordon watched her swaying hips as she walked barefoot down the hall to the downstairs bathroom.

When she closed the door, Gordon sat down on the sofa and idly picked up the book she had been reading. His eyebrows rose immediately when he opened it to the page she had been reading from…it was no wonder she needed to visit the bathroom. He read the page she had marked:

Shirley knew she had little time before Roger’s wife would be back from the store. She walked in front of him and slowly began to remove her blouse, baring her breasts to his hot gaze. “I want you Roger,” she said as she

slipped her shorts down, exposing her ripe shaven pussy to him. “I’ve wanted you since the first time you hired me as your babysitter.” She knelt before him and unzipped his pants, freeing his huge cock and holding it both her hands. “It’s so big,” she breathed.

“But, you’re just a kid…” Roger began.

“I’m old enough to know what to do with this Roger,” Shirley said. She opened her mouth wide and took his rampant cock deep into her throat. Shirley took it in until her nose bumped his pelvic bone twice before she took it out and grinned up at him. “I want your cum in my mouth, Roger, I want to taste it and then I want to swallow it…and the next time your wife leaves us alone I want to feel your cock deep inside my pussy!” She licked delicately at the swollen head of his penis. “Or maybe in my ass…would you like to stick this big dick in my ass Roger?”

“Jesus Christ,” Gordon said under his breath, quickly closing the book and placing it back down on the sofa. He could hear her coming back down the hallway, and he quickly stood up. His face was flushed, and he was unable to meet her gaze when she got back. She sat down on the sofa and stretched her arms and legs, yawning widely. Her small breasts pushed against the tee shirt, and her actions caused the shirt hem to rise, exposing her flat belly and showing how low on the hips her athletic shorts hung. Gordon felt his cock rising.

“Uhhhh, I guess we’d better be going now,” he stuttered.

Carly stood up and then bent over to pick up her book from the sofa, giving him a quick glimpse of her smasmaller breasts as the tee shirt hung from her

slim shoulders. He got a better glimpse as she bent over to slip on her tennis shoes over her bare feet. He was shaken to his core.

She slouched on the front seat, her long shapely legs on the dash and the

wind blowing through the open window caressing the blonde ponytail. The dim lights of the dashboard gave her fast an erotic cast. Jesus, get a grip Gordon he said to himself, she’s reading a fucking book, not daydreaming about sucking your cock! He sighed.

“What are you thinking about Mr. Hendrix? Why the sighs?” Carly asked him.

Gordon managed a weak grin. “Just thinking about things better left unsaid,” he told her, wishing he had the balls to tell her exactly what was on his mind. Charlotte had gained a lot of weight since their marriage eight years before, and she no longer had any interest in sex whatsoever.

Carly turned in the seat, leaving one foot on the floor and drawing one foot up to her ass on the front seat. Gordon nearly drove off the road. It wasn’t clear in the dim light, but he thought for a moment that he had glimpsed bare skin where her panties were supposed to be up inside the loose leg of the shorts.

She waved gaily from the front door of her house just before she went inside, and Gordon waved back. He only made it to the corner before he had to pull over and reach for his erection. His mind was going back to the glimpses of her breasts and the tantalizing peek up the leg of her shorts as he stroked himself…it didn’t take long before he erupted all over his

steering wheel and dashboard. It took him longer to clean it up than it had taken him to cum.

“I’m going to my mother’s house until she gets over the surgery Gordon,” Charlotte said. “I’ve talked it over with Carly’s mother and she’s going to come stay with you and the kids until I get back, it’s all arranged. I’ve stocked up the pantry with stuff she likes, and the kids’ lunch money is all broken down in envelopes, all Carly has to do is hand them each day’s envelope and get them dressed.”

“She doesn’t have to stay here Charlotte, I can drive her home every night,” Gordon said, doing his best to hide his excitement.

“I told you, I talked to her mom and this is the best way to handle it

Gordon, just do as I said and everything will be fine.” Charlotte walked

away grouching under her breath. She would be gone for a couple of weeks, and it was just like Gordon to want to change all the arrangements she had made for his benefit. Ungrateful bastard.

“I’m home!” Gordon called as he walked through the front door. It was

almost eight o’clock, late for him, but a meeting with a client had kept him later than he expected. Both his boys came bounding from the bathroom upstairs, freshly bathed and wearing pajamas. They leaped into his waiting arms and begged him to read them a story because “Carrie says we have to go to bed and mommy said we have to do whatever she tells us to.” Gordon grinned at his boys and carried them up to their bedroom. As he walked down the hallway he met Carrie coming from the bathroom. She was dressed in her usual babysitting clothes, shorts, and a tee shirt, but this time they were soaking wet.