Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Sexual Escapades

I was a complete nerd and tomboy in highschool, short blonde hair and a little socially awkward. The fact that I was a poor kid on a scholarship at an all girls private high school didn't help when it came down to fitting in with other girls my age. While all my classmates were hanging out together at the mall, discussing the latest episode of friends, I was by myself alternating between kayaking, reading and masturbating... a lot of masturbating.... mostly masturbating. This was my routine until the summer after I turned 16 when my mom insisted (forced) me to get out of the house and do something with myself (get a job). At this point the only work experience I had was babysitting, so I hand drew a bunch of flyers- exhaggerating my skills as a babysitter / art instructor- with pull off tabs at the bottom with my phone number. I took my bike and posted the flyers at the obvious places, grocery stores, hardware stores, coffee shops, not really expecting any response.

By the time I got back home it was my mother who relayed the message that I already recieved my first call from a potential client. I called the number back and the man that picked up on the other end introduced himself as Mr Clark. A divorced father of 3 children, 2 boys aged 10 & 3 and a daughter aged 9. He sounded somewhat desperate for a babysitter and asked if I could swing by his house for an interview.

Less than 30 minutes later I showed up and knocked on his door. I wasn't prepared for what faced me when the door opened. This couldn't be him, he didn't look some father dude, he was hot. Hot in that business man way, nothing like the socks in sandals type I was expecting. He took his hand out to shake mine, it was a big hand with a tight grip that swallowed up my little hand, a hand so big that I imagined those school yard stories of how a boys hand spread was a direct exact mesaument of their penis.

He was just as taken aback as I was, stammering out loud,

"I.. I.. I thought you were older.."

I wasn't sure how to respond, and he continued for me,

an older Philipeno lady... she quit, couldn't handle the kids. They're a bit of handful.. look.. I really need someone.

options since this was the only one on the table

rush. He quickly introduced me to his offspring and directed me to a list he had written waiting for me at the kitchen table, and before I knew

the phone number where he worked. I felt deep down that this was a test, almost as if Mr Clark was setting me up for failure... To me this was the greatest motivator, I thrived on challenges and wasn't going to let myself fail. That day not only did I have his kids complete all

of defiancy, as if he was expecting to return to a home in disarray full of clutter. Instead, he was

The boasted in unison,

"We made you brownies!"

His reactive response was

don't have brownie

from scratch" I firmly

to winning. Used to being in control. Here I was, standing there, gloating in my pride of winning. I wasn't sure yet what I had won, but I knew I had just proven

be barely hanging around him) was the biggest, fattest bulge I had ever seen. His large member was bent behind the towel, creating one half of the golden arches. It looked as if his dick was ready to sling shot the towel off of his body and it took all of my will power to not stare at it directly. The thought raced through my head, was Mr Clark a show-er or a grower? Did it have the capability of growing even bigger? What if his towel was propeled off his body by the power of