Suddenly Patty looked up and at me. “Okay,” she said simply.
Before I could even say anything, Patty pushed me toward the couch and straddled me. I was too breathless and surprised to say anything. I was sitting and attempting to seduce this girl one second, lying and being straddled by a nubile twenty-one-year-old babysitter the next. What the hell happened?
“Is this what you’ve wanted all along, Mr. Amis?” Patty asked again, all the while undoing the pesky buttons that held her white button-down shirt in place. In one swift motion, she had done away with her top and was now sitting on top of me with nothing but a lavender lacy bra covering her chest.
I was speechless. I had always known Patty wasn’t the most gifted in the chest department, but there was still something about the sight of her in her underwear. Her breasts were just the way I pictured them to be: small but pert and firm. They were practically straining to escape from the lacy cups that held them in place.
Before I was even aware of what was happening, my hands were suddenly on Patty’s breasts, kneading them like mad. Patty, in spite of her attempt to show some dominance, gave off two small moans. I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her, an all-knowing smile starting to creep at the corner of my lips.
Patty saw the smile, and she frowned. “Continue what you were doing,” she ordered. “Unless you want to be punished, that is.”
So the secret slut likes to play rough and dirty, I realized. Without warning and before Patty could take another breath, I bucked my hips and shifted my body. A second later, the tables were turned: Patty was lying on the couch while I was straddling her, this time pinning her arms to her sides with my knees.
“Mr. Amis, this wasn’t-” Patty began, all the while writhing from beneath me.
“Hush.” I placed a finger on her lips. “You asked for it. Well, you got it, babe.”
I slid the straps of Patty’s lacy lavender bra down her arms. A moment later, the sight of her firm young breasts met my eyes. Her nipples were pink, the color of sweet youth. Tentatively at first then more firmly the next second, I tweaked one nipple and watched it begin to grow into a hard nub. I suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. With my knees still pinning Patty’s arms to her sides, I bent forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth.
The sensation was delicious. The taste of her young breast was foreign to my taste buds. But it was a foreign taste I liked, and I hungered for more. I opened my mouth wider and took in more of her breast. Heavens, it was small, but it was fresh and springy. It was delectable. When Patty began to squirm and moan in pleasure, I began to suckle her.
Patty began to squirm and moan so much, I had to double the strength on my knees to keep her in place. There was something about the scenario that excited me and fired up my senses. Maybe it was the idea of this helpless not-so-little girl who was literally and metaphorically under me, the idea that I could do anything and everything I wanted to her. An icing on the cake was the fact that the not-so-little girl was willing to let me do whatever I want to her, and that completely turned me on.
With my lips fastened on Patty’s tit, I reached out with one hand and touched her right away in the space between her legs, this time without the thick cloth of denim to get in the way. I was not surprised to find the girl was practically sopping wet. My fingers worked their magic again, and in the next instant, Patty was rid of her figure-hugging jeans. The fabric was soft and slid easily down her ankles.
I stopped sucking on her breast so I could get a good, clear look on her precious organ. Patty was wearing a lacy lavender thong that matched her bra. The thong was flimsy and gave little, if any, protection to the dark damp mound that rose and seemed to strain against it. Patty had trimmed her pubic hair, another factor in my favor. A little hair never hurt anybody, although it would have been better if Patty had been completely bare. But who knew this little escapade was going to take place?
“You’re wet,” I told Patty accusingly. “You’re very wet.”
“It’s all for you, Mr. Amis,” Patty answered almost shyly. “It’s all for you.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. Was this really goody-two-shoes Patty? Where on earth did she learn to talk like that? Eventually I decided the details didn’t matter. Patty and I were lucky to have the house to ourselves (well, almost-Tanner was upstairs, but he was fast asleep). The rain showed no sign of slowing down, but I knew the rain wouldn’t go on forever.
I was totally turned on by Patty’s performance. I felt myself getting bigger and growing harder with each passing minute. I found myself unable to wait any longer. I had to be inside Patty now. I wanted to know what it would feel like to be deep inside her, to feel her warm flesh around my cock, and to thrust myself inside her as if there was no tomorrow.
I decided to find out.
The lacy lavender thong was in the way, but it didn’t offer much resistance. With one rip the cloth came apart and was in tatters. I threw it aside and prepared to feast my eyes, hands, mouth, and cock on the luscious organ that was Patty in all her naked glory. Patty, who, despite being as naked as the day she was born, continued to give off that subtle come-on aura that ordered me to fuck her hard.
I grabbed Patty’s organ, not gently, and she gave off a loud moan. Without any thought of finesse, I inserted a finger inside Patty. She was very wet by then, so my finger slid smoothly and easily into her. Patty bucked her hips a bit and moaned again. She didn’t say anything, but I knew she was asking for more. I inserted another finger inside her, and because she was so slippery, I put it another finger.
By then I had three fingers inside Patty. I moved my fingers this way and that, and Patty almost became crazy with pleasure. She jerked and bucked and thrashed, moaning all the while, trying to keep her sounds of pleasure to a minimum so as not to wake my son who was sleeping upstairs. I kept on making all sorts of motions inside Patty, and she continued to twist and thrash around.
When I slid my fingers out of Patty, I saw my hand was practically covered with her juice. The girl was hot and horny beyond belief! Looking into her womanly essence, I wasn’t surprised to see her lips were swollen pink and shiny with her fluids. The sight turned me on some more.
I changed my position again so that I was no longer pinning Patty’s arms but was between her long, coltish legs instead. I spread her legs as far apart as they would go so I could have more access. Patty didn’t object or anything. She simply let me spread her legs.
Once I was satisfied with how widely spread Patty’s legs were, I got down into business. I knelt and lowered my body until I was almost face-to-face with Patty’s vagina. I saw her clitoris was engorged and swollen, and then I spread her lips apart.
Without hesitation I placed my tongue inside Patty, tasting and feeling her. She tasted sweet with a hint of salty, but she tasted clean and pure. Patty really was still a kid, after all. But the “kid” practically convulsed herself to pleasure the instant my tongue made contact with her down there. For a moment I wondered if I should stop. I shrugged. Who knew if this moment would come again, right? To hell with what-ifs and all that horseshit.
I went on pleasing Patty with my tongue. She felt soft and smooth inside. It was like licking an ice cream cone, actually. The more I licked Patty, the more she writhed around. The more she writhed around, the wetter she became. It didn’t take long before my face was practically covered with white sticky goo. I was covered in Patty, for Pete’s sake. I licked some of the white goo from the corner of my lips. Delectable too.
“Mr. Amis, you’re driving me mad,” Patty groaned, her forehead dotted with sweat. “Stop torturing me, and put it in me. Fuck me hard.”