Sarah squeezed the washcloth in her hands, the mixture of water and orange goo dripped out into the sink. She rewet the cloth with the faucet and dropped to her knees, mopping up the toddler’s rejected dinner. Sammy laughed from above her as he stuck pieces of cereal into his mouth, using his whole fist to do so.
Rising from the floor, Sarah again rinsed the cloth out in the sink. Satisfied with the state of the kitchen floor, she left the room, walked down the carpeted hall, and tossed the rag in the wash basket. She made the throw without even needing to look or turn on the light to illuminate the dark room.
Sarah had been babysitting for the Wheelers, twice a month, for a year now. She knew their home nearly as well as her own. It was a nice house, although not extravagant, the Wheelers could have easily afforded much more. The Wheelers were the perfect couple, beautiful and successful. Mrs. Wheeler was a doctor and Mr. Wheeler was the president of a local tech company. The power couple had moved into the neighborhood right before Sammy was born, and had stayed there since. It was not long after that they started hiring Sarah to babysit. Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler used the Saturday evenings to go on dates. Sarah hopped that when she was older she was able to keep the romance alive in her own marriage like they were doing.
Sarah returned to the kitchen and, while Sammy continued to consume his improvised dinner, washed up the dishes she had made during her own meal. After she was finished, she took Sammy out of his high chair and carried him to the living room. With the TV on to distract the baby, Sarah pulled out her laptop and tried to do some homework.
She got so engrossed by her work that she nearly missed Sammy’s bedtime. Closing the laptop, she scooped up the little man and carried him up the stairs. After getting him ready and putting Sammy to bed, Sarah returned to the couch and her computer.
It was an hour and a half later when the Wheelers came home. The couple entered through the garage, as quietly as they could, and Sarah greeted them in a whisper.
“How did everything go?” she asked.
“It was great, how was Sam?” Mrs. Wheeler asked, her tone indicated that she was buzzed pretty heavily.
“He was a joy,” Sarah said, not mentioning dinner on purpose.
Mr. Wheeler came out of the closet, where he had been storing their coats, and greeted Sarah politely.
After a few more lines of small talk, Mr. Wheeler offered to drive Sarah home.
“Oh it’s fine,” she said zipping up her hoodie, “I can just ride my bike.”
“Nonsense,” Mr. Wheeler proclaimed, “it’s a downpour out there. I will not take no for an answer.”
Sarah looked down at her sneakers and blushed, she had a powerful crush on Mr. Wheeler and had been attracted to the tall, handsome, smart, sexy man since she had first seen him. The commanding tone he now took made her feel things deep down, feelings that made her nervous to look at him lest her desire be visible on her face.
Mr. Wheeler helped her load her bike, which she had parked in the garage, on the back of his SUV. While they were attaching the bike to the rack his elbow touched hers and Sarah felt a flutter in her stomach, she swallowed heavily and quickly moved away from him, her mind playing out lustful daydreams. Once the bicycle was secured, she crawled into the cab of the blue vehicle.
They pulled down the driveway and Sarah was suddenly thankful for his stubbornness, the rain was coming down in sheets, beating against the vehicle with a furry. She turned her head, intent on thanking him for his kindness, but the words froze in her throat when she noticed his face. She had seen it before, dozens of times, but this time she was taken aback by its beauty. His strong square jaw and the dark stubble that ran over his cheeks lined the bottom of his face with an outline that drew her eyes higher. His nose, which was just perfectly sized, flowed down from a solid brow that made every look from him intense. He glanced over at her briefly and she caught a glimpse of his eyes, they were a light blue, a blue she could lose herself in, that she could find herself in.
Sarah felt a feeling low in her stomach and twisted in her seat; trying to discreetly grind against the leather, desperate for any sensation.
They went over a slight bump and Mr. Wheeler put the car into park. They were in the driveway of her home.
Sarah blushed slightly and looked down, suddenly ashamed for her thoughts. Mr. Wheeler twisted in his seat and, taking out his wallet, began thumbing through the bills inside.
“Thank you again for coming over,” he began, “We really appreciate…”
Sarah undid her seatbelt and leaped across the space between them. Grabbing his head, she pressed her lips to his.
He was taken aback, and sat still in his seat as Sarah pulled at his lip with her’s and ran her fingers through his hair. Mr. Wheeler did not stay shocked for long. Grabbing her waist in his strong grasp he pushed his tongue against her teeth. Sarah opened her mouth, submitting to his entry.
She melted in his arms, all she wanted to do was give herself to him. She found one of his hands and placed it on her chest. His thumb ran over her breast, caressing her erect nipple through her two shirts. Sarah groaned and ground herself against the armrest as he squeezed slightly and pressed directly with his thumb. Knowing what she wanted next, Sarah broke the kiss and reached for his belt. She fumbled with the latch, her mind addled with lust.
Mr. Wheeler stopped her hands with his and gently pulled them away from his groin.
“Not now, your family would notice,” he said softly, stroking her hair.
He handed her the bills that he owned her and she stepped out of the SUV on shaking knees and with a confused and ashamed mind.
Mr. Wheeler backed out of the driveway and drove off into the night.
Sarah stood in the downpour, mind swaying with her body. Eventually, the chill of the rain made its way through and she walked up the step and opened the front door. Her mother greeted her from the couch and asked how things went. Sarah said that they went fine but that she was tired. She wobbled up the stairs and into her room.
The moment the door closed behind her, Sarah attacked her own belt this time. Undoing the buckle and button of her pants. She slid down the zipper and fell on her bed pushing her jeans and panties down to her knees. She targeted her pubic bone, right above her clit, with one hand as the other grabbed at her chest. Within a few rapid strokes she felt her orgasm coming. She gripped her nipple through her shirts, mauling the hard nub as she sped up her stroking.
Sarah had to turn to the side and bite down on her blankets to keep from crying out as the orgasm hit her, she had never been able to cum the fast before. She bucked wildly against her hand as her mind went blank…
After recovering enough to think, Sarah pulled up her wet clothes and stumbled down the hallway. As she she brushed her teeth, two thoughts danced in her mind, one was what Mr. Wheeler had said, ‘No, not now’. ‘Not now’ was not, ‘not ever’; the second thought was of her bike, still attached to the rack on the back of his car. She went back to her room, stripped out of her clothes, lay her glasses on the nightstand, and slipped under the covers, her hand returning to her pussy.