Night Stands

“Come on Angela, it's time for bed!” I call out from the kitchen.

Another night would be spent watching the kids of a good friend of my mother's who lived right up the street from me. She was a single mother who divorced her spouse and had to travel for work for weeks at a time. I would therefore frequently stop by to help her kids with their homework or mow the grounds. Being the only kid, I always desired siblings and would have been delighted to visit and spend time with them.

Angela was a tiny beam of brightness who could make you grin with her pure sense of humor. She was ten years old, yet her maturity was far beyond her years. Four-year-old Ferdinand was her sibling and a mischievous child who saw me as a big brother and would run screaming to the door whenever I saw him in order to give me a hug.

Angela came bouncing down the stairs. “James will you read me a story before I go to bed?”

“Did you turn the light off upstairs?” I inquired.

Rolling her eyes she quickly ran back up the stairs and returned after a few seconds.

“Now can you read me a story?”

“Oh, I don’t know Angela” I say, glancing at my watch. “It’s pretty late.”

She gave me a sad stare.

“Fine, fine.” I say laughing. “But it had better be quick.”

“Okay, i’ll go choose a book” she says, running off.

Upon her departure, I observed that her eyes had striking similarities to those of her mother's. She is kind and gentle, however she also has a hint of brilliance that makes her appear quite attractive. I shake my head and head to her bedroom, where a book is on her bed and she is waiting impatiently.

After i finish reading to her, I tuck her into her bed and bade her a good night.

“sweet dreams”

I whisper on my way out, being careful not to wake her younger brother who is sound asleep in the bed across the room.

I return to the kitchen and complete wiping down the benches and washing the dishes. Emily's car arrives into the driveway just as I finish. She unlocks the boot after getting out of the car, and when I see it's full of goods, I open the front door and go help her.

Turning around at the sound of my footsteps, she smiles and hands me a couple of bags.

“Hope my kids did not disturb you tonight?”

“Absolutely not” I reply smiling

She laughed and walked by me into the home. I couldn't resist taking a quick peek at her ass's firm curves beneath her tight pants.

“I don’t know how you get them to behave so well for you” she sighs, looking back over her shoulder at me.

“Well.. uh..” I begin.

“The secret is to give them plenty of rewards and leave the punishing up to you.” I sarcastically replied her.

“Thank you so much for looking after the kids for me James. I don't know how to appreciate you enough. Going out with them always seems impossible for me and hiring a babysitter for them expensive. Thank you for always helping out" she said , smiling at me.

She came forward and gave me a hug.

The feeling of her still clammy sports bra squeezing against me beneath her tank as well as the fragrance of her extravagant fragrance blending with her sweat sends blood hurrying down to my crotch.

“Mmhhhh anytime Emily” I say, quickly pulling away from the hug.

She went up the stairs and I began to help her unpack the grocery bags she returned with.

A few minutes later I hear the shower turn on and although I try not to, I couldn't hep but imagine what she looked like naked. I tried to focus on putting the shopping away and although I was almost finished, I kept going back to the same image.

I imagined the steam from the warm water swirling around her legs and the water running down her body.

I imagined me being in there with her, standing behind her, reaching around and massaging the full breasts she had hugged me with.

I Imagined her moaning my name as she backs her incredible ass into me. Ohhhhh… James.

“James?” Her voice calls out from the bathroom

“Yes?” I call back, snapping out of my daydream.

“Sorry would you mind passing me the shaving razor out of one of the shopping bags? I forgot to bring it in here with me”

“Um… sure”, I reply as I dig though the shoppings bag until I found what she had requested for.

Walking down the hall to the bathroom, I knock on the door.

“Hey Emily, is it alright for me to come in?”

A muffled“ yes yes come in.” came from the other side of the door.

Opening the entryway I turn around and cast my eyes down at the floor as I gradually walk in reverse and hold out the razor towards her. 

She took them from my hand.

“Not peeking are we? Such a gentleman.” She teases in a voice dripping with seduction.

Laughing I walk back to the door and pull it closed.

“Okay I’ll be heading off now, I’ll see you later”

“Okay bye” she calls out.

Returning to the kitchen I grabbed my phone off the bench in the kitchen and as I was about to head out the front door, I noticed a small ray of light spilling out into the hallway. I realise that I hadn’t fully closed the bathroom door.

Curious as to what I might be able to see though the small opening in the door, I creeped closer. The soft padding of my footsteps being hushed by the constant pattering of the shower. When I put my eye up next to the door I had to hold back the sharp breath that rose through my throat.

Emily was bent over, meters away from me reaching down and rubbing shaving cream onto her thighs.

The sight caused a twitch in my crotch that only got stronger as she ran her hands up and down her legs. before getting the razor off the shelf and dragging it slowly and deliberately over her skin.