Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep44

Tears began to roll down my cheeks. It was so strange to have someone tell me to be myself, especially when I no longer knew who that was. Finally, I spoke the only truth I knew for sure. "Miss Morgan I'm still trying to figure out who I am. I don't know what I want to do next year, I don't know where I want to be next year, but I do know where I want to be right now." I put my hand on her knee and squeezed gently. "I think maybe I want to be in charge of my big decisions like schools and careers once I decide, and let wonderful people like you make the little intimate ones for me. Submitting to people I trust feels very right to me."

Her face turned red and her breathing changed just slightly. "Jenny, are you sure?"

"Miss Morgan, I'm unsure of many things in my life. But when it comes to this," I paused for another squeeze, "I have never been surer of anything in my life."

We arrived at her house and pulled straight into her garage without getting out. Once we were parked and the garage door shut behind us, Miss Morgan seemed to hesitate, unsure what to do next. I moved my hand under her dress. Her dreaded pantyhose blocked access to the pussy I now craved to sample. I leaned in and kissed her again, making sure she didn't have time for second thoughts. We were both about to invade each other's personal space most rudely, and that decision was now a done deal! My tongue parted her lips and, although tentative at first, Miss Morgan kissed me back. I pushed a finger hard against her covered crotch as we kissed. She moaned into my mouth, and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. It was passionate, it was gentle. It was exactly how I had imagined it on so many nights while in my bed with just me and my dreams and my fingers. I felt a tingle down below and finally broke the kiss. I began to unbutton her blouse. She stopped me, attempting to catch her breath, "I want this too, but let's go inside, Jenny."

Reminding her of my ground rules... I didn't have any... I answered, "Yes, Mistress Morgan, I'll do anything you say."

me. She leaned down to kiss me. Her lips barely touching mine, she kissed me ever so gently. She followed up on her soft pecks by sucking on my lower lip. I'd never been kissed like that and it was driving me crazy, making my pussy very damp. She moved down to my neck and gave it some soft nibbles and teasing sucks, spending enough time on each spot to potentially leave a hickey. Slowly she moved down my body and pulled me up

my bra and release them. Once they were freed from their confines, Miss Morgan cupped them both in her hands and looked like a child in a candy store. She spent at least ten minutes adoring my hot breasts. She kissed,

my belly button, but the feeling was shockingly erotic. Maybe because it was so close to my pussy, maybe because I was so horny or maybe it was simply another erogenous zone in my overactive teenage body. Whichever way, when

"Is one of the

Mistress Morgan," I responded, my breath giving away my anticipated

call me Cameron,

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like her?" her finger making just the slightest of contact with my

really do and you're just as pretty,