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Babysitter with Benefits: Part 3

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Babysitter with Benefits: Part 3.
A quick one before she goes away (for the
evening, that is).

By Norweger. 

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It was a typical October Friday evening; that is, it was wet,

cold, miserable and windy outdoors, while indoors, the wood burning
stove season had just started, making our house warm and comfy
despite Mother Nature's best efforts at telling us that winter was
indeed coming, and that whichever ancestor of mine had decided this
was as good a place to settle as any had been the clan dimwit.

I loved the warmth of a good fire. The house felt warm in a whole

different way than it did from any other kind of heating; besides,
the faint smell, the occasional wisp of smoke and crackle from the
fire. I'd been conditioned all my life to equate it with 'cozy', so I
thoroughly enjoyed myself while the rain kept lashing against the
windows, underscoring how fortunate I should consider myself to not
be outdoors.

I caught myself almost hoping for a power outage, prompting an

occasion to bring out a few candles as well; but shrugged the idea
off. Much as I enjoyed the quaint charm of an open fire and reading
by candlelight, I didn't really long for waking up in the morning to
find the house chilly, having to get a fire going to heat it or, for
that matter, to brew my morning coffee.

As usual on weekends, our next-door neighbor and favorite

babysitter Ella had come over to put my four-year-old Thomas to bed;
this time, she was dressed rather peculiarly for the occasion; a
short faux leather skirt, heeled boots and something which was
supposed to look vaguely like a biker jacket slung over her
shoulders, a rather skimpy, gray tank top with a pink unicorn on it
and a small purse with an RAF symbol on it completing the outfit. A
girls' night out was coming up, and she had just dropped by to see my
son off to sleep before heading to the nearest; well, this being
rural Norway, the only disco for a few hours of dancing, drinks and
fun.

Ella had been looking forward to this for months; seeing as she

had only turned eighteen in late August, she was one of the last
girls in her class to reach that magic age where the bouncer instead
of ogling your tits, then telling you to get lost until you were of
drinking age, ogled your tits, then nodded politely and invited you
in after thoroughly looking at your ID; oh, and your tits.

Hence, for months she'd seen her options for weekend entertainment

dwindle as friend after friend turned eighteen and started going out,
leaving her to while away the weekends from home while getting a
barrage of snaps from her friends, really rubbing in the fact that
they could and she couldn't.

Until a month and change ago, of course, when it became Ella's

turn. To her dismay, her birthday had been on a Sunday, so she just
missed out on a weekend and had to wait for a full week before she
could take advantage of her new-found freedom. She was still busy
making up for lost time, so I was quite pleased that she made it a
priority to come by to see us. Not that people tended to head for the
disco until well after Thomas' bedtime, anyway; but still, usually
they got together for a few beers at someone or other's place before
heading out, yet Ella gladly skipped those gatherings to play around
with a four-year old going on five. Oh, and with his dad.

She was a saint.

I smiled to myself as I sat there in the living room, playing one

of my all-time favorite records, Keith Jarrett's Köln concert,
at muted volume while listening to the soft murmur from Thomas'
bedroom where he no doubt filled Ella in on all his doings since he'd
last seen her a couple of days ago.

I leaned back in my chair, enjoying Jarrett's sometime rambling,

sometime inspired evening in the Kölner Oper all those years
ago. Heck, I loved him even when he was clearly rambling, biding for
time until another lightning bolt of genius struck him and took the
concert to new heights. I smiled faintly to myself. Jazz was kind of,
sort of, like sex, I mused. If it just went from climax to climax,
you'd be worn out in no time at all. Instead, the performer must give
his audience time to collect itself, recover from what they had just
heard, before again starting to build momentum, striving for yet
another peak;

I shrugged. Good thing I hadn't thought of that during my student

days, I would have presented the insight if given half a chance,
trying to sound profound and trying to get laid at the same time. I'd
have been pathetic. At least in the eyes of myself, fifteen years my
own senior. Might have impressed some gullible first-year student,
though.

I smiled at the thought, eagerly grasping the opportunity to

reminisce of my student days. While I was quite content with my life
right now; doubly so in the last few weeks, when sex had suddenly
been on the agenda again, courtesy of Ella; there was quite a lot to
be said for the carefree student life, where I had no obligations to
anyone but myself, and at times hardly even that.

The murmur from Thomas' room had died down. I glanced at my watch.

A quarter past nine. That still left me with a couple of hours to
kill before bedtime; not that I needed much more than I already had
by way of plans; my stereo and perhaps a little helping of scotch
from my drinks cabinet and I'd be good. A minute or two later, Ella
entered the living room, tiptoeing out of Thomas' room so as not to
wake him.

I winked at her, suggesting her attire was somewhat unorthodox for

a babysitter.

She giggled and sat down on the armrest at the far end of the

sofa. "Judging from what little I've gleaned from Pornhub, I
thought all babysitters dressed like this. Well, maybe with even
skimpier tops and higher heels, but the general idea is the same, me
thinks."

I laughed. "There being a lot of babysitter videos on that

site doesn't surprise me in the least, but you watching them, on the
other hand;"

Ella rolled her eyes in feigned; I hoped; exasperation. "It's

not like I've studied the topic with great interest, it just so
happened that there was one on the landing page one day, and;"
She rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't believe how terrible the
acting is." Then she glanced over at me and smirked. "Come
to think of it, you probably have a pretty good idea."

I blushed. Of course I'd had my fair share of visits to Pornhub

over the years, though I wouldn't say it was the acting skills which
made me return to the site over and over again.

"So, obviously, you're going out tonight?" I asked,

eager to change the subject. Ella nodded.

"Yes, Catherine and Linda suggested we go to Zalto to see if

we could find something fuckable. Those were Linda's words, by the
way, not mine. Judging from how eager she is to talk about boys and
sex and the joys of getting laid, I assume she's still a virgin."
Ella smirked again, then slowly rose from the sofa and came over to
me, straddling me. I was rock hard in a second. "Not that I have
any plans to, uh, find something fuckable tonight. At least not at
Zalto. I'm good. She dry humped me a couple of times, giggling softly
as I put my hands over her ass and pulled her closer.

She then gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. "Uh, listen,

the others are coming to pick me up soon, but; I wouldn't mind going
out having just had an orgasm, if you're up to it?"

If I was up to it? "How soon will you be picked up, then?"

She shrugged. "They've enrolled Linda's brother Steffen to

drive us, and suggested they'd be here at nine thirty-ish, but seeing
as neither Linda nor Steffen have ever arrived anywhere on time,
like, EVER, I suspect Linda will text me at ten past half to say that
they're still waiting for Steffen, and that she'll redo her hair
while waiting or something; What time is it, by the way?"

I glanced at my watch. "Nineteen minutes past the hour, so on

the off chance they're on time for once, you've got 11 minutes to
reach the finish line;"

Ella got up off of my lap. "Better get down to it, then,"

she suggested, easing up the skirt far enough to get at her undies,
pulling them down to her ankles before raising the skirt, exposing
the by now familiar mat of red hair covering her cunt. "Eat me
out a little, please, then fuck me, Okay?"

I was only too happy to oblige. Seeing how confident Ella had

become was a further turn-on (as if I needed any!); she was perfectly
aware how attractive I found her, and having her simply tell me to
eat her out, then fuck her, knowing full well I'd do as instructed
without any hesitation; I could get used to this.

Ella leaned against the edge of our dinner table, holding her

skirt out of the way. Kneeling in front of her, I got the first whiff
of the lovely scent of aroused woman, before diving in. She was in a
hurry, and it wouldn't do if she had to run to meet her friends just
as I was about to enter her.

I'd found Ella to be quite impatient in her lovemaking; that is,

when we got started, she'd chase her first orgasm mercilessly,
foreplay be damned; all that mattered to her was to cum, hard; then
afterwards, we could take our time, enjoy and explore each other,
caress, banter idly while being at it; but first, she needed to cum.

Hence I wasted no time burying my face in her soaked pussie,

tongue probing the full length of her slit, teasing her labia apart
before letting the tip of my tongue gently brush her clit hood. I was
rewarded with a groan and her hips bucking towards me. Her hand
ruffled my hair, pulled me closer. She knew very well what the next
few minutes would bring; this was the fourth time we had sex
together, and every time we had begun with me going down on her,
giving her the release she craved so badly before leisurely having
sex afterwards.

I loved going down on her. One thing, of course, being so close to

the action; with my face buried in her pussie, I immediately felt her
response to my smallest of moves. Another being the arousing, almost
intoxicating smell and taste of a woman so turned on her juices were
quite literally dripping down her thighs.

Greedily lapping away at her, I focused my attention on the upper

end of her slit, occasionally letting my tongue dart directly for her
clit, each time resulting in a muffled whimper and a bucking of her
hips.

Fuck, was I a lucky bastard. Since our first tryst, Ella and I had

managed to meet up for sex approximately every week and a half; and
her confidence had grown leaps and bounds, eagerly asking me to do
this and that, exploring all the exciting things she'd been
fantasizing about while still a virgin.

I wasn't sure if her bucket list ever grew any shorter, or if more

items were added to it faster than we could pick them off; either
way, I was more than satisfied; her curiosity and attitude made sex
with her; my apologies to my exes; the best I'd ever had. I liked to
think that was objectively true, too; and not just something I felt
at the novelty of having seduced a teenager, seemingly the epitome of
achievement for many.

I brushed the thought aside. Hell, it wasn't even I who had

seduced her, quite the contrary. Which, I guess, made it even more of
an achievement to some. I reverted my full attention to my tongue and
her pussie, but the great feeling of being very lucky indeed lingered
in the back of my head.

I ate her out with wild abandon, loving how she was on fire,

tugging at my hair, bucking her hips to force me closer, moaning,
groaning, grunting semi-intelligible words, her pussy mashed against
my face; occasionally forcing me to come up for air. She was amazing.

And then she pulled herself away from me; bewildered, I glanced up

at her, only to be met with a giggle. "No worries, I just need
to lie down;" I must have looked rather concerned at first, as
giggle gave way to a chirping, good-natured laugh. "You'll be
all over me again in seconds;"

With that, she hoisted herself fully onto the table and laid back,

beckoning me to her. "Make me cum, then fuck me before I even
come down again, huh?"

Okay. Greedily diving back onto her, tongue tickling her clit,

causing her to squeal in delight, I went to work. Careful not to
overstimulate her, I soon pulled back from her clit, eliciting a
groan of disappointment as I returned my attention to her slit,
tongue darting down one labia and up the other. Judging from her
response, she was nearing the top. Softly closing my lips around her
engorged clit and sucking gently, I was rewarded by another squeal, a
violent upward thrust of her hips; and then her thighs locked my head
as if in a vice, as her orgasm erupted and washed through her.

Remembering my instructions, I pulled away from her the moment she

eased up on her grip, swiftly undid my belt and pulled down my
trousers, seconds later sinking my cock into her still pulsing cunt,
bottoming out just as the last throes of her orgasm died out. I
moaned as her velvety snugness reminded me how I loved being in her,
then started thrusting in her as she gigglingly raised her legs to
rest them over my shoulders. Locking eyes with her, I fell into a
slow, steady rhythm. Life was good.

I glanced at my watch. Nine thirty. I hoped her friends kept to

their regular, being late schedule; because we were rapidly
approaching the point where calling it off before we were done; well,
truth be told, before I was done; would require more willpower than I
possessed.

From the sounds of it, we were rapidly approaching Ella's point of

no return, too; never having given her a chance to land properly
after eating her out, I already had her panting, bucking and urging
me to bring her over the edge again.

Without getting too eager, I increased the pace slightly, knowing

I'd be able to keep it up at least for a few minutes, hopefully
bringing her over the top with myself buried deep in her.

Leaning forward, I pushed her legs up towards her chest, feeling

her already snug pussy tighten even more around my cock, my shaft
rubbing against the top of her slit with my every thrust. Ella
whimpered, closed her eyes and an angelic smile spread all over her
face as she just gave in to the pleasures of the moment.

Plink!

Ella's cellphone suggested someone had just messaged her. Opening

her eyes, she glanced over, seeing her purse resting near the edge of
the table, just within reach. She wasted no time pulling it to her,
unlocking her phone and glancing at the screen. I rolled my eyes; if
I'd done that to any woman I'd ever been with; well, except possibly
Ella, that is; I'd gotten at the very least a cold shoulder, perhaps
even a slap for my trouble.

And I'd deserved it. Well, as long as she didn't try to pull

herself off of me while being on the phone, I was (mostly) good. I
guess I was getting old, yet surely didn't feel like it at the
moment. I forced my curmudgeonly 'Kids these days' attitude from my
mind, then returned my undivided attention to Ella's cunt, wrapped
snugly around my cock.

I gave her a couple of extra deep thrusts, to remind her I

existed. She half giggled, half groaned. "Would you believe it,"
she groaned. "They ARE indeed almost on time, it's only, what,
five minutes past half or something?"

She texted away a brief message, then winked at me as she casually

tossed the phone away. It clattered as it made a couple of skips and
jumps before coming to rest against Thomas' latest Lego project,
occupying the far third of the table. "I told them I'd dozed off
while putting Thomas to bed, and that I'd come in a minute. That
ought to give us a couple of minutes to wrap this up. Oh, the pun was
intended, by the way!"

I didn't think I'd need even a couple of minutes, the tingle of

impending orgasm was slowly spreading from the base of my cock. "You
close?" I grunted through clenched teeth.

Ella nodded. "Getting there. You're not too far off, are

you?"

I wasn't. Pushing her firmly against the table, I slammed my cock

in her, once, twice, three times to squeals of delight from her,
before I felt myself erupt. Shooting my load in her, I feverishly
pounded her, hoping she'd be pushed over the edge herself, too. It
took all I had of willpower to keep thrusting in her when all I
wanted to do was collapse over her, coming down from cloud nine; but
she'd suggested she wanted to head out, still feeling her orgasm
tingling in her body; well, she was near enough that it would be an
anticlimax; a quite literal one, for once; to send her on her way
without another orgasm!

Four, five; Six, seven, eight thrusts; Ella yelped, then I felt

her contract around me, milking the last, lazy dribble of cum from my
cock as she whimpered and shook in the throes of her second orgasm.

I pulled out of her, sank down on my knees in front of her,

utterly spent. Playfully, I kissed her inner thigh before simply
leaning back against the wall, panting. Right in front of me was
Ella's wide open, freshly fucked pussy, a gob of cum dribbling from
her slit. Her phone beeped again. Lazily, she rolled onto her side
and reached for it, texting as she got up off the table. Smirking,
she glanced over at me. "I told them I'd come in a minute, and
fuck me if I didn't, too. Yet they're impatient; Oh well."

Bending over, she picked up her undies, still slung around her

calves and pulled them up, not bothering to clean herself up first.
Giggle. "I wonder if I'll stain Steffen's rear seat", she
mused. "Not that he'd notice, that car of his already stinks to
high heaven from God knows what."

She grabbed her purse, ruffled my hair as she got ready to leave.

"Thanks, lover." She giggled again. "I like the ring
of that. Sounds a little naughty, methinks."

With that, she was gone, quietly heading downstairs and out for a

night of fun with my cum dripping down her thighs. I sat there for a
few minutes, leaning against the wall while coming to. The turntable
made the faintest of noises as the needle did the rounds in the
runout groove. Groggily, I got on my feet, stepped out of my jeans
and strolled over to the turntable, pulled the tone arm aside,
flipped the record, brushed it, then put the needle back down. As the
well-known notes filled the living room, I gathered my clothes, then
headed for the bathroom. A quick shower and a scotch before bedtime
was just what I needed.

I was one lucky bastard indeed.

It may be cold outside, but inside, red hot fun
can be had.

I was freezing my balls off. Few places felt as cold as an island

off the northwestern coast of Norway in February. The mercury in the
thermometer on the porch had contracted until it hovered around ten
below or so; cold by anybody's standards!

Now, normally when it was this cold, the air was completely still;

but now the weather was changing, and we had the iciest of cold
drafts making the outdoors quite unpleasant for a day or two until
the temperature started increasing courtesy of the warmer air being
blown in from the Atlantic. Well, 'less cold air' was probably more
accurate than 'warmer air'. Everything, as they say, is relative.

Yet, that didn't stop my son from deciding that going out to play

was an excellent idea, and I; knowing all too well that if he didn't
get a good outing, he'd be brimming with energy which would need to
be dissipated somehow; by climbing the walls indoors, if need be;
come bedtime.

Hence, we had dressed up for the occasion and were on our way to

the playground. Did I mention it was minus 10 and windy?

Oh well. Once you'd dressed up (and, once bitten, twice shy,

having cajoled junior into peeing before donning layer upon layer of
clothing, to avoid having to undress him again in fifteen minutes to
go pee!), it wasn't too bad.

In addition to ourselves we'd brought a thermos flask filled with

steaming hot chocolate, so after having basked in the snow for a
while, we could warm up a little before playing some more. This was
going to be a good day, despite the cold. Hell, perhaps even because
of it; it did feel quite like an expedition, dressing up like this,
bringing supplies (if only in the form of some cocoa, biscuits and a
small bag of marshmallows, which Thomas for some reason or other
insisted on dipping into his cocoa before eating them with delight.)

It was a little before ten o'clock, and the sun hovered just over

the mountains sheltering us from the prevailing easterly winds,
making us squint as we made our way through the winter wonderland we
called home.

Being a Saturday, it was quiet outdoors, n

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