Nineteen and about to start as a freshman at the state university, Sarah isn’t the little girl Mr. Collins used to know. The daughter of his old college friend has blossomed into a beautiful young woman, and he’s uncomfortable with how aware of that he is. He knows it’s perfectly normal for a young, curious teen to dress to catch a man’s eye, he just wishes that eye weren’t his.
Sarah loves babysitting for Mr. Collins. She gets to feel a part of the family of the man she’s always looked up to. But she’s noticed a distance growing between them. In her most secret thoughts, she wonders if he thinks about her the way she sometimes thinks about him, but the more provocatively she dresses, the less he seems to look at her.
But the innocent young woman doesn’t realize how close to the flame she’s flying, and the mature, well-hung older man is a lot more than Sarah’s bargained for. It seems only a matter of time before she pushes him beyond his limit. It won’t matter how wrong it is. All he wants is her, and he’ll give her everything she can take, faster and harder than she ever expected.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
Grant Collins had had a long day, and it was well after ten o’clock when he pulled into the driveway of the big house on Wabash.
It was a lavish building – more space than they really needed, he sometimes thought. But since assuming CFO duties, the money came in so fast that it seemed a shame not to spend it on something his family could enjoy and take pride in. He was glad he had been able to find something so nice without going far from the old neighborhood.
It didn’t quite feel like home yet, but it would soon.
He saw the dark outline of a person move past one of the windows. He instantly felt his mood lift a bit, knowing that outline would be Sarah, relaxing after an evening of watching the kids. He’d never say as much, but she was as big a part as anything in his not wanting to transplant too far away. As much as he loved his boys, in a way he’d always think of her as just as much his daughter as they were his sons.
He’d been friends with her father since college, when Grant had been the young up-and-coming tailback that the veteran fullback had taken under his wing and shown the ropes.
Since those days, success hadn’t come as easily to his old friend, but Grant had to hand it to him: he’d raised a hell of a daughter. Sarah was an exceptionally sweet girl: warm, chipper, and helplessly cute. She always had a smile on her face, and it was impossible not to smile along with her.
Moving too far away to see her regularly would have been like estranging his own family. He was already smiling as he opened the door.
He stepped inside and felt his stomach clench. Sarah had looked up from her seat on the sofa in the living room beyond.
All the warm, innocent memories of her as a girl flew out of his head in an instant, replaced by a now all too familiar dread.
His little Sarah stood up and made her way down the hall. He’d tried to ignore the changes in her body over the past several years, but recently she seemed determined – intentionally or not – to make that impossible.
She was dressed in a tank top and very, very short shorts. Her toned, tan thighs rounded into the most perfect ass as they disappeared under the tightly stretched denim. The tank top was loose and thin, and it was painfully obvious that she was wearing no bra beneath it. Her young, perky breasts were nestled against her folded arms, and their soft shape and nipples were perfectly visible even in the imperfect light that spilled out into the foyer. Her blonde hair was teased and tucked back into a partial pony-tail.
She bounced slightly on the balls of her feet as she came over. “Hello, Mr. Collins,” she beamed.