by Vallen Green
Andrea was delighted.
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Their next encounter happened only three days after the first. Prior to their second meeting, Andrea found herself unable to concentrate on anything else, let alone eat and sleep. She was consumed by the sexual adventure that had taken place between her and Mr. Potter. She couldn’t believe something as exciting as that had happened to her. She, Andrea, who spent most of her life being a nobody. She couldn’t understand how a man as drop-dead handsome as Mr. Potter could have the hots for her. Oh, well, it didn’t matter now. Mr. Potter wanted her, desired her. He told her so himself as he dropped her off at home after their first exploit. She had spent most of her waking minute trying to analyze and find meaning in his words, but it was futile. She gave up and went on replaying the hot, fantastic scenes in her head instead.
Before their second—and far from being the last—meeting, Andrea had spent those three nights tossing and turning in her bed. She was unable to fall asleep. Mr. Potter had made his mark on her. Thinking of his touch burned her completely. She would twist and writhe on her bed, making a mess of her sheets. She had felt hot and discontented for three nights in a row now. She was lusting for her babysitting boss. The thought of having to end their escapade frightened her, but she knew it wasn’t happening anytime. She would make sure of it. Heck, Mr. Potter would make sure of it.
She had slipped a hand inside her pajama bottoms and right inside her cotton panties. Her fingers touched something slick and sticky, confirming something she had suspected all along ever since she had woken up that morning. She scolded herself for being a slut, but so what? She had been very wet the whole day. How could she not be when the thought of Mr. Potter kissing and touching her was imprinted in her mind every waking second? Thank goodness her mom was out of the house and not badgering her too much. She loved her mother, of course, but her mother could be a bit too chatty sometimes.
Andrea was in no mood to talk. She would rather lock herself up in her room and conjure more romantic and sexual images involving herself and Mr. Potter. She was aware she was being childish for such things, but she no longer cared. It had been so long since she had last done the deed. The sudden turn of events awakened the sleeping dragon of lust inside her and reminded her of the lovely pleasures of the flesh she had immensely enjoyed those past years. She was a “nobody” who had her small share of boyfriends. She knew it sounded slutty, but she couldn’t get enough of sex. And now there was Mr. Potter, ready and willing to respond to her sexual whims, and she to his.
For three nights in a row, Andrea played with herself. She waited until she was a 100 percent sure her mother was snoring the night away. Her mother was a very heavy sleeper, and Andrea wanted to make, well, noises while she did her thing down there. The silence wouldn’t do, but moaning and groaning would add to the imagination that Mr. Potter was right there with her, beside her, touching every inch of her body, and making wild, frenzied sex with her.
Things would kick off as soon as Andrea’s hand was inside her panties. She would finger the folds of her pussy very gently. She wanted to start things slowly. It wouldn’t do at all to rush with her sexual fantasies concerning Mr. Potter simply because she didn’t want things to come to an end so soon. She wanted to relish the feel and touch of Mr. Potter against her skin. Even if it was just in her thoughts, the idea was enough for her. Besides, she will be seeing him again every couple of days. She didn’t have to wait that long; hence, her mental pictures were good enough.
The feel of her fingers against her labia turned Andrea on. She imagined her fingers were Mr. Potter’s. They began to move faster, and her breath quickened. Mr. Potter’s fingers were eager to explore every inch, every hole of her cunt. She would let him, of course. She shifted and spread her legs wider. There. Now Mr. Potter had better access to her down there. She leaned back on her pillows and let her imagination take control of her.
***
In Andrea’s head, Mr. Potter was right beside her, in her bed. She opened her eyes and gasped in pleasant surprise when she saw her babysitting boss in the flesh.
“Mr. Potter, what are you doing here?” she whispered. She glanced around her bedroom. “We have to keep our voices low. Mom’s asleep, but she might wake up. No knowing what she’d do if she catches us in here.” She giggled nervously.
Mr. Potter smiled and nodded to show her he understood. He was wearing dark denims and nothing else that Andrea could see. He had no shirt on. His chest was solid and hard as a rock. He didn’t have a strand of hair in his chest, but his skin was shiny with something. Sweat, she supposed. But the idea didn’t warm up to her as he looked freshly showered. There wasn’t an inch of exertion showing anywhere in his face.
Well, you are imagining things, Andrea, a voice inside her head spoke up. Get right on with it. These things are in your head, not in real life. Nothing has to make sense here. You can do whatever you want, you and Mr. Potter both. Now quit being too analytical. Go!
Andrea did just that.
She saw Mr. Potter was barefoot. She frowned. He must be cold then.
“Are you cold?” she asked him softly. Her hand was still down there, fiddling with the soft lips of her organ. But she wasn’t ashamed. What she was doing was pretty much obvious, anyway. Besides, it was Mr. Potter she was dealing with.
“Yes, Andrea, I’m cold,” Mr. Potter answered. He inched closer to her until their faces were very close. “That was why I came here, see. I wanted to find out if you could give me some . . . warmth.”
She was overwhelmed. “Oh, Mr. Potter, you poor thing,” she said. She removed her hand from her pussy, and saw her hand was sticky and shiny with a clear whitish substance. Had she come then? She wasn’t sure, but Mr. Potter was here now. She would come the night away then.
Andrea held out her arms, inviting her babysitting boss to slide right into them. Mr. Potter did just that. With Mr. Potter in her arms, Andrea sank back and slid down her pillows until she was lying down right on the bed, with Mr. Potter right on top of her. Now things were looking up. She stared deep into his eyes. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered. Her fingers ran lightly up and down his bare back, tickling him. He smiled at the sensations her fingers made but didn’t say anything. Instead, he moved in to kiss her fully on the lips.
She was taken aback, but not for long. She was quickly absorbed by the full feel of Mr. Potter’s lips on hers, and she liked it. No, she loved it. She parted her lips slightly, letting him know she was inviting him to taste her mouth even further, that he could slip his tongue inside her mouth anytime he wished to do so.
But Mr. Potter didn’t do anything of that sort. He nibbled and lightly sucked on both her upper and lower lip. He was tasting her, Andrea supposed. Well, she wanted to taste him to. With her fingers still running up and down his back, she slid her tongue inside his mouth and flicked it here and there. She discovered he tasted like coffee and cigarettes. His taste was very manly, and that added to her already elevated levels of libido. She moved beneath him until her legs were free, and she wrapped them around his waist. In that position, she felt something hard and solid between his legs. She knew right away it was his cock. Andrea felt like laughing. They haven’t even done anything yet, but Mr. Potter was acting as if they’ve already screwed each other more than five times tonight!
Then his tongue met hers, and she almost gasped in surprise. His tongue was smooth and moved expertly, like it had a purpose and knew what it wanted. She parted her lips even more, and his tongue ran all over the inside of her mouth, leaving no part untouched. Something gushed from her down there. She was very aroused now. In her mind’s eye, she could see the growing spot right between the crotch of her panties. The stuff was sticky but fresh, and Mr. Potter was licking the juice right off her panties then right off her swollen pussy.
She moaned too loudly. Realizing her mistake, she stopped kissing him and kept an ear out for any movement from her mother’s bedroom. She heard a snore in response, and she re
laxed. Her mother was very sound asleep, it seemed. Time to resume her action with Mr. Potter.
He kissed her deeply again. His hand slid inside her pajama top and settled on her flat stomach. His hand felt warm against her flesh, and something gushed from her pussy again. Andrea arched her back. She wanted his hand to move up and higher, right into her breasts. Her twins were begging to be touched and caressed. Plus her sleeping nipples were waking up now. She wasn’t wearing any bra beneath her pajama top. She realized with regret she shouldn’t have worn any panties too.
Mr. Potter slid his hand up her chest and grabbed one of Andrea’s tits. She moaned softly. It felt so good. His touch always felt incredible. She saw he was looking down at her with a smile she couldn’t quite read.
“Is this what you want, Andrea?” he asked in a low voice. His thumb flicked over her sensitive nipple, and she had to suppress a gasp. His thumb moved again, firmer and faster this time. Her nipples now stood up, nubs as erect as soldiers. Mr. Potter kept flicking them with his thumbs. His other hand was on her other breast now. His hands began to move. He groped and fondled Andrea’s tits eagerly, like a child exploring a new toy. Andrea arched her back even more, encouraging him to grab as much breast meat as he liked, which he eventually did but not before he almost ripped her pajama top open. Now she was naked from the waist up beneath him.
Mr. Potter looked down at her bare torso. He removed his hands from her breasts and just stared at her.
“You’re lovely, Andrea,” he murmured, stroking her shoulder as he spoke.
“I’m yours, Mr. Potter,” she answered. “I’m yours. I’m your fuck toy. Play with your fuck toy now.”
Her words seemed to set off some hidden alarm in him. Mr. Potter attacked her. Andrea squealed as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. God, for a man so trim, he was extremely powerful! He buried his face on her breast, sucking and pulling frantically at her tits. She kept her mouth clamped shut, giving off small moans every now and then. Much as she wanted to, she couldn’t cry out loud, not if she wanted to wake her mother up.
So she squirmed and wiggled as he had her way with her twins. The wet sensation between her thighs was growing now. She suspected her thighs were already wet with some of her juices, but there was no way of knowing that, was there? She wanted him to be over with her chest already and get down on her right there. She let him know her sentiments by raising her hips as well and pushing and rubbing against his crotch. She felt the solid bulge beneath his jeans during every rub. It excited her. She imagined what it would feel like to have his cock inside her. It looked like she didn’t have to wait too long to find out, anyway.
Mr. Potter got the message of Andrea’s rubbing and bucking. He stopped sucking on her nipple and looked up at her.
“Mr. Potter, I want you down there,” Andrea said, and bit her lower lip. She didn’t know how he would react to her request.
Mr. Potter removed one hand from her wrists and ran a finger down his cheek. “A bit impatient, aren’t we?” he asked in a low tone. “Mr. Potter, I’m so wet,” Andrea confessed in a whisper.
Mr. Potter chuckled at her direct confession. “That is why I like you, Andrea,” he said, and gave her a peck on the cheek before he removed his hand from her wrists, freeing her. She lowered her arms right away, moving them here and there as his hands found the waistband of her pajama bottoms and lowered it down her legs.
His eyes widened as they came upon her soaked cotton panties. She saw his reaction and blushed slightly. She was embarrassed to be caught like this, but she was also proud because it showed how much she wanted him. She was now clad in only her panties. He was still in his jeans, but he must’ve read her thoughts because he slid them down a few moments later.
Andrea saw Mr. Potter was wearing nothing underneath his jeans. She gave off a choked cry, her voice thick with desire. He heard her and looked at her. He was completely naked now. She still had her panties on, but she might as well be naked now.
“I had no idea you were so wet,” Mr. Potter said.
“Only for you, Mr. Potter,” Andrea said shyly.
Mr. Potter climbed on top of her and kissed her passionately on the lips. She responded with the same passion and threw her arms around his neck. She felt his dick grow harder and longer through the soaked cloth of her panties. His tongue penetrated her mouth, and she let it. She wrapped his tongue with her lips and sucked on it softly. He groaned and began to fondle her breasts.
They were in a sitting position. Again Andrea encircled her legs around Mr. Potter’s trim waist. He grabbed her on the buttocks and pulled her closer to him. His hands clawed madly at her remaining underwear, digging deep beneath it until they were inside the thin cloth. He grabbed a handful of her bottom and squeezed hard. She made a low sound. He grabbed another handful and squeezed harder. She moaned again and shut her eyes.
Mr. Potter’s hands made their way from her buttocks to her dripping pussy. For Andrea, the amount of fluid she was excreting was crazy. Was she really that turned on? Yes, yes, she was. As soon as his fingers touched the tender folds of her labia, she let go of her inhibitions and cried out loud. She no longer gave a shit if her mother walked in and happened to find her and Mr. Potter getting down and dirty. This was her imagination, anyway, her world. In Andrea’s world, her mother wouldn’t get up and interrupt her fantastic mental lovemaking with the world’s best babysitting boss. No, sir, it just won’t happen.
She gave another loud cry as Mr. Potter’s fingers slipped inside her crack. Two or three fingers, she wasn’t sure. She was too lubricated to feel even a bare hint of friction right inside her cunt. No, his fingers inside her weren’t enough. She wanted something solid, something hard, something that can cause her to scream out loud with crazy pleasure.
Andrea wanted Mr. Potter’s cock inside her dripping-wet pussy.
She lay back on her bed and placed her ankles on his shoulders. He got the hint right away. He lowered his head until it was over her pussy. She wound her fingers around her hair and gave him the gentlest of tugs. She wanted him right now. The feeling was urgent, and she wanted to let him know she could no longer wait.
The feel of Mr. Potter’s tongue inside her cunt was heaven to Andrea. She couldn’t stop from moaning as he thrust his tongue inside her slit again and again. His tongue was darting in and out of her like a snake’s. She bent her knees and opened her legs wider to give him better access to her organ. His face was positively buried in her vagina now. His hands made their way to her buttocks, where they squeezed endlessly.
Mr. Potter lightly ran his tongue over her engorged clitoris. The sensation was incredible, and it left Andrea reeling. She gasped out loud, and her fingers wound tighter on Mr. Potter’s hair. She tugged, and again he licked her clit. She shivered. She was at the mercy of her sensations now. She had no idea how to make them stop, not that she wanted to, of course.
Mr. Potter licked and sucked on her pussy again and again. Andrea kept moaning and gushing forth fluids from her most private cave. Her juices weren’t leaking down her thighs, though, because he was licking them off at every chance he got. Every lick caused her to shudder. She was going to come soon now, she was certain.
Now he rose up on all fours. She looked at him in awe. His face was covered with her body fluids. Yet he didn’t appear to mind. In fact, he appeared to like it. He buried his face on her breasts this time, rubbing off the sticky substance from his face to her tits. Once most of the substance was on her chest, he leaned down and licked them right off. Then he planted his lips on hers again. She was amazed. She tasted herself in his mouth, and again, she was incredibly turned on.
Mr. Potter abruptly broke their kiss. Still on all fours, he adjusted his position over her until their hips were almost level. This was the moment she had been yearning for, Andrea realized. Mr. Potter was going to get his grand cock inside her now. She opened her legs, and upon seeing the welcome signal, Mr. Potter plunged right in.
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drea felt like she was being ripped apart. She was still very wet, but because Mr. Potter was so huge, she felt every inch of him. He slid out of her wet organ, only to thrust back inside her again. She screamed again. The pain was incredible! But the ripping sensation was appealing in an odd sort of way. He kept pounding right into her, and she found the pain was slowly being replaced by pleasure. Now she was starting to like it.
Andrea moved her hips in time with Mr. Potter’s thrusts. The bedsprings squeaked. The smell of sweat and come filled the air. Everything was silent save for the creaking bed and their quick, harsh breathing. She, for her part, was relieved. Mr. Potter had finally taken her. Of course they weren’t going to end up together, but that was the least of her concern now. She had given herself to Mr. Potter, and he had received her eagerly, giving her a part of him in return as well. As he pounded away on top of her, Andrea gazed lovingly at her babysitting boss’s profile. He was just so lovely to look at. She felt lucky at getting to snag a man like him in bed.
“You’re lovely, Mr. Potter,” Andrea said. Her shivers were coming at more regular intervals now. The pleasure she was feeling was building and intensifying. Another minute or two, and she was going to literally cream her bed.