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Trapped in Amber

By: Joe F.



The highway seemed to stretch forever into the dark of this rainy night. I wrestled my motor home around countless curves, up and over seeming endless hills. I should have stopped for the night at the KOA in the last big town. But I thought at the time that it was too early to stop for the night. I didn't realize at the time how the weather would turn so nasty so quickly. 

The windshield wipers kept a steady rhythm in the night, fighting valiantly to keep the torrential rain from blinding me to the hazards of the road ahead. I squinted into the gloom and I decided to drop my speed another five miles per hour, this would reduce my forward momentum to forty-five mph but it would probably keep me on the road and pointed in the right direction.

The headlights of a small car loomed up behind me. I could tell that the driver of the vehicle was in a hurry not only by the rapidity of the cars approach, but by the way it weaved in and out behind me, searching the road ahead for an opportunity to pass. 

The driver flashed the lights of his vehicle several times, I guess expecting me to pull over and let him or her by. In normal circumstances I probably would have pulled aside and let the smaller vehicle whiz on by, but these were not normal times. 

I could barely make out the road ahead of me, and there was no way that I could see the shoulder of the road. I wasn't about to pull off the road and end up on my top in the ditch or worse. So, I kept my speed steady and did my best to take my old house on wheels down the road.

The driver of the little car seemed to settle in behind me and I completely forgot about him until the extended blaring of a horn roused me from my reverie. I looked into the mirror just in time to see the frantic flashing of headlights as the diminutive car streaked by me. 

As the car drew abreast of my window I saw that it was a GM Geo or a Suzuki something or other. I couldn't make out the driver through the rain but I was sure that I saw him or her waving a single finger in my direction and I was pretty sure that he wasn't telling me that he thought that I was number one in his book.

"Well fuck you too." I said under my breath as I watched the Geo fishtail on the wet pavement ahead of me. Quickly the red taillights of the vehicle moved away from me and disappeared into the gloom of the late night downpour. 

I forgot about the miniature SUV and returned my attention to the road and my desire to keep my very unruly home on the highway. My concentration continued fixed completely on the task at hand, driving my oversized mount down the tunnel of light that my headlights drilled through the almost impenetrable downpour.

I drove on for what seemed like hours but was probably more like twenty or thirty minutes. My entire being was focused on the road directly in front of me. The occasional gust of wind coupled with the river of water left on the highway by the torrential rain caused my vehicle to occasionally swing from one lane to the other and it was only my white knuckled concentration that kept us upright. 

So intense was my concentration that I almost missed seeing a small figure emerging from the dark of the shoulder and wave its arms frantically. Startled, I almost lost control of the vehicle as I attempted to miss making contact with the deranged figure dancing madly at the roadways edge. 

Muttering an epithet under my breath I cautiously applied the brakes and brought the motor home to a stop in what I considered to be a reasonable length. I put it in reverse and began to slowly back up until I was once again abreast of the now very wet figure in the rain.

I put on the emergency flashers, set the brake, and rose from my seat to open the door. The almost solid torrent of rain was like a waterfall in my face as I looked out the door and into the drenched face of a small girl.

"My car ran off the road." She yelled through the torrent. "I had a blowout I think, and it just ran off the road." She continued breathlessly. "Can you pull me out? I have to get home." She went on frantically.

"Get in here and out of the rain." I yelled into the torrent. "Come on. I'm getting as wet as you are standing here in the door." I continued. I motioned at her to come inside and said again, "Come on inside before you drown."

She stared at me impatiently for another minute before she muttered, "Well ok, for a minute." She stepped through the door and climbed the steps into the warmth of the motor home. As she stepped past me she said, "I need to get home tonight."

I hit the switch to the interior lights before turning to her and saying, "Well, we'll see what we can do, but first we need to get you out of that damn rain and warmed up. I turned to the control panel and turned the heater up to its maximum setting. Then I reached into the overhead bin to get a blanket. 

I tossed it to her and said, "Here, wrap this around your self and sit down for a while. We're going to sit here for a while and see if this damn rain lets up." 

I looked into her disapproving eyes and I thought that I saw anger flash. "I don't know about you but I don't want to drown out there like some turkey in a rain storm. If it doesn't let up in a few minutes I'll go down and see what can be done."

This seemed to mollify her and she wrapped the blanket tightly around herself and plopped theatrically onto the couch. I went to the stove and turned on a burner. I filled the coffee pot from a carafe that was filled with the remains of this afternoon's coffee and set the coffee to heating. I then walked to the closet and pulled out my rain gear and rubber boots.

"So you had a blowout, huh?" I inquired.

"Yeah. I think so." She replied sullenly.

"Where did the car end up?" I continued conversationally.

"Off the road, duh." She replied caustically.

"I figured that," I continued. "What I need to know is how far off the road it is and which side is up." I looked into her eyes and chuckled before concluding, "I know you're upset, but you don't need to snap at me sweetie."

I turned away from her and shut off the burner under the coffee. I opened the cupboard, pulled out two cups and began to fill them with steaming hot Joe. "You take anything in your java?" I asked over my shoulder. 

"No, black will be fine." I heard her reply. "Unless you have some Baileys up there." She added hopefully.

"Just so happens I do." I responded and I reached for the bottle of Irish cream that I kept on the top shelf. "My name is Joe. What's yours?" I inquired as I poured a large portion of the cream colored liqueur into each cup and stirred it with a spoon.

"My what?" she asked obtusely. 

"Your name sweetie." I repeated.

"My name is Amber, and don't call me sweetie." She retorted angrily.

"Hell, I call all little girls sweetie. That's the nice thing about being an old fart. I get to call all pretty little ladies sweetie, or honey, or darling." I chuckled as I turned around with the steaming drinks in my hands.

"I'm not a little girl." She stated peevishly. "I'm twenty four with a son that's over a year old." She continued informatively. "That's the reason I need to get home tonight. He's staying with a baby sitter and I can't afford to pay her any more than I need too. If you know what I mean." 

I extended the steaming cup of reinforced coffee to Amber. She eagerly extended both hands and leaned forward to grasp the steaming mug. The blanket that had been tightly wrapped around her fell away and slid to the couch. In the instant it took for her to grasp the cup and pull it to her, my eyes took in her body.

She was a waif of a girl. Short, probably not over five feet tall, thin, with rather well developed breasts for her height. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, both of which were soaked and clung enticingly to her petite frame. 

I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra or not. If she was it was one of those sports bras because it did little to cover up the lines of her breasts or the fact that the cold rain had caused her nipples to become very erect and stand out like lonely sentinels atop the mounds of her breasts. She gazed into her cup and took a long sip of her beverage as I continued my survey. 

Her hair was bedraggled and wet, it seemed to have small branches and clumps of grass mixed in with it so I figured she fell more than once getting back to the road. The hair color was probably a light brown when it was clean and dry, but right now it was a messy, musky, brownish mess. 

As I gazed at her she looked up from her drink and looked into my eyes. She had the large brown eyes found in so many of the popular prints of the nineties. She looked so young and small that I wondered if I had done the right and legal thing by giving her that drink.

"Do you always stare at your guests?" She asked in a quiet voice.

"No, but then I haven't had many guests that looked like underage drowned mice lately." I replied. "How old are you really? You look way too young to be any where near twenty four to me." I stated flatly.

"Why thanks, I think." She replied, "I feel so old sometimes it is nice to hear that I look young. You want to see some ID?" She responded and reached for her pocket book. "Oops, I must have left it in the car. I guess you're going to have to take my word." She flashed me a small but radiant smile. 

She lifted her cup to her lips and took a mighty swig before asking, "And how old are you, honey?" Then she giggled lightly and took another healthy draw from her cup.

Amused I replied, "I'm just an old fart, probably old enough to be your father, maybe your grandpa." I raised my cup to my lips and took a grateful drink from the creamy elixir.

Without looking up from her drink she inquired, "Well how old is that grandpa?"

I chuckled as I responded, "Fifty five in a couple of days. Old enough to know better and young enough to not give a damn." We both chuckled at that and then lapsed into silence as we sipped our drinks and listened to the hammering of the torrent on the roof of the motor home. 

I finished my beverage and turned to make myself another, but decidedly weaker drink. I took a sip of my new drink, walked over and sat in the drivers' seat. Engaging the transmission I gingerly moved the vehicle as far off the road as safely possible before resetting the brake and settling back in the captains chair to stare out the windshield into the raging torrent of the midsummer storm.

"You mind if I have another drink?" Amber inquired from behind me.

"No, go ahead." I replied. "You know where it is. Fix yourself as many as you want." I continued.

I looked up at the rearview mirror as she rose from the couch and took the step over to the stove. As I watched, she poured herself a half a full cup of Baileys before topping it all off with a dollop of hot coffee. She raised the cup to her lips and drained a large portion of her drink before taking the bottle and topping her cup off once more.

"Why don't you just drink it straight from the bottle?" I asked with a laugh.

She lowered her chin and responded embarrassedly, "Sorry, it just tastes so good and it's been such a long day."

"Hey kid, I was just kidding. Drink as much as you want. There's more where that came from." I replied lightly.

I took another sip from my drink and returned my attention to the rain and the dark outside the front window. I heard the clink of a bottle against the porcelain of the cup and then the sounds of springs compressing as Amber sat down on the couch again.

We sat in silence for ten, maybe fifteen minutes. The hush was broken only by the sound of the rain drumming on the tin roof of the motor home and the steady drone of the idling engine. Finally I said, "It doesn't look like it's going to let up anytime soon so I guess I'd better go on down and check out your rig." 

I got up and retrieved my rain gear, then put on the rubber boots. I picked up a sweater from the couch, pulled it on, put on a baseball cap, slipped into my slicker, and grabbed my flashlight. Before I stepped out the door, I flipped on the working lights on the right side of the vehicle. 

I had mounted the lights on the motor home just after I bought it. I had placed three spotlights on each side of the vehicle and one in the rear. They made it a lot easier when you had to level the house on a dark night in an unimproved campsite. Though the lights were marginally adjustable, right now they pointed pretty much straight out, but that was enough to illuminate Ambers' car in the muck and rain.

Her car sat fifteen to twenty yards off the road and was canted oddly to one side. It didn't look promising but I would check it out anyway. I zipped up my raincoat, pulled the hood up over my head, and reached for the door handle. "You stay here and dry off while I go to check things out." I said as I turned the handle. There was a response from Amber but it was muted by the sound of the downpour as I pushed open the door.

The working lights illuminated the area straight out from the vehicle quite well, but they left the area next to the motor home in deep shadow. I moved gingerly down the wet steps, turned my flashlight on and almost stepped out into thin air. 

It was luck alone that at the last second, just before I stepped off of the last step, I shined my light down at where the road should have been. As I gazed into the gloom of the muddy slope beneath me I realized that I had parked much closer to the edge than I thought and there was a virtual drop off of around a dozen feet just below the bottom step. I turned around, grabbed the handle on the side of the vehicle, and slowly lowered my feet to the oozing mud of the precipitous slope. 

My booted feet slowly slid down the incline as I lowered myself down with my right hand. The light in my left hand illuminated the slope and I used it to pick out the stubble of brush that I could probably use as hand holds to lower myself down the steep slope. 

Once I released my grip from the handle, it was pretty much a slow slip and slide down the hill. I would grasp one little bush and slowly slide down the slope as far as my arm would reach, then I would release that bush or branch and slide quickly down the incline to my next handhold. 

It wasn't really all that challenging, and when I was younger it would have been fun. I probably would have simply sat on my ass and slid the short distance to the bottom, but I was much older, wiser, and brittler now so I took the slow route.

I was almost to the bottom when through the pounding of the rain on my hood I faintly heard the door to the motor home open. That sound was quickly followed by the short squeak of "Oh damn!" The thump of a body hitting mud, the sound of 'Ugh.' as the breath was forced from the falling body, and then the splashes of a body sliding rapidly down a rain soaked and muddy incline. 

Instinctively I dropped the flashlight and reached out blindly into the dark to grab Amber as she whizzed by. She came down the slope on her back with feet up like a runner stealing second. One of her feet caught my left knee and knocked it out from under me. 

I fell almost on top of her with my left arm still out stretched and my right hand still grasping a small bush. I a grabbed whatever I could reach as she continued by me and used that to stop her slide.

When she finally stopped I heard a low voice say in my ear, "Thanks."

I turned my head toward her and felt her warm breath on my face. We were so close that I could almost have kissed her. The wet smell of her hair filled my nostrils, the mint smell of her breath brought back thoughts of other nights and other women. I shook my head to remove the cobwebs of remembrance and simply said, "Sure."

We lay there for but a split second before she said, "I really appreciate your rescuing me, but I think that you can let go of my tit now."

For some reason I squeezed with my left hand and sure enough I felt the firm resilient flesh of a woman's breast against my hand. I left my hand there for a few more seconds, savoring the experience, before gingerly releasing it and moving my hand up to her shoulder.

My hand moved to her shoulder and then up her arm as gravity did its work and she was lowered to the bottom of the slope. She sat there for a moment and I continued my slip and slide to the bottom.

Once on level ground I retrieved my flashlight and turned toward Amber. I stuck out my hand toward her motionless form. She took it and I pulled her to her feet. Her hand was like ice and I could hear her teeth chattering even through the sounds of the driving rain. I put my arm gently around her and felt the coldness of her body. 

Sticking the flashlight under my arm I unzipped my raincoat, opened it up and pulled Amber inside. She felt so very small against me, almost child like. I could feel her diminutive body shake against me and the sound of her chattering teeth was very much audible inside the coat. I closed the coat as tightly as I could to retain the warmth, but she still shivered and quaked against me.

Amber ran her arms around me, and placed her cheek against my chest. "Yyyyyou're ssssso wwwarm." She chattered.

"And you're so cold and wet." I responded. "I thought that I told you to stay put and get warm." I reproached her softly.

"Yeah you did, but it's my car and I need to help." She murmured.

"Ok, you're here so lets see what we have here." I replied.

Shuffling toward the Geo with Amber glued tightly to me was an interesting proposition. Despite my best efforts the feel of her firm body rubbing against me began to bring my long dormant penis to life. 

By the time we reached her car I was in a state of full erection, my dick straining against the constraints of my clothing. She must have felt it rubbing against her belly, but she made no move to pull away from me. I guess, maybe, she was just too cold and too far out of it to notice.

I slipped first one arm and then the other from the raincoat and as quickly as I could I stepped out of it and wrapped it tightly around Amber. The rain cascaded down on me, pouring over the brim of my cap and quickly soaking my wool sweater. 

The chill of the pouring mountain rain almost took my breath away; I shivered lightly as I shone my flashlight around Amber's car. I had been mostly covered by the slicker, and until just now had been immune to the full effect of the cold deluge. I now realized why Amber had been so very cold.

Amber stood stock still with the rain pouring off the raincoat. She was so much smaller than me that she was almost hidden under the mass of my raincoat. I leaned over and looked under the hood. Her eyes were almost closed and her mouth was open in a continual chatter of teeth. 

I said loudly enough to be heard over the storm, "Why don't you check inside and get the stuff you need. I'll check out your car, but I don't see any way that I can pull you out." She didn't respond so I continued, "I'll check out the car anyway. We can drive my motor home to the next town and see if we can find a truck stop with a wrecker service that'll come out on a Sunday night." 

Amber still didn't respond so I took her by the shoulder and gently urged her toward the car. She reached out and opened the door. Then she plopped down heavily in the drivers seat and sat there motionless while I walked around the car inspecting the vehicle for damage. 

Amber head been correct, the right front tire had blown and was completely shredded. Other than that I couldn't see any major damage to the car. But it was high centered on what I thought was a dirt berm and it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. As I looked it over carefully I soon realized that it would probably take a fairly large tow truck to get this little car out of this hole.



Trapped in Amber



"How was Jason?" Dawn fished in her purse for her wallet.

"He was an angel, of course!" Amber had flounced in from the living room as soon as we entered the house, carrying a depleted bag of Cheetohs and a Diet Coke, which she set on the counter. "We played games until eight and then I put him to bed. I had to read him Bedtime Bear three times. He uses the funniest voices! He acts so serious and puts on this really cute face and wants to read the lines for Bedtime Bear's daddy." She scrunched her flawless features until she looked stern, lowered her voice an octave, and growled, "Bedtime Bear must go to bed!" 

It was an uncanny vocal impression of Jason imitating me.

Dawn glanced over at me with a rare smile. "That's Kevin's voice he is doing. Kevin reads Jason that story every night."

"Oh, Mr. Cleft! Do the voice!" Amber didn't give me a chance to decline. She contorted her voice into a plaintive whine, but she couldn't entirely banish her natural alto purr. "I don't want to go to bed, Daddy!" 

I didn't see an escape short of looking like an asshole. "Um...Bedtime Bear must go to bed!" I recited in my Daddy Bear voice, assiduously avoiding any prolonged eye contact with Amber's large pale blue eyes and generous mouth. Instead, I glanced at Dawn, who didn't notice my discomfort and was extracting two twenties from her wallet.

"The bed's too far, Daddy!" Amber continued, with the soft purr in her voice more pronounced than before.

I smiled uncomfortably. The next line in the book was for Daddy Bear to say, "Then I will carry you, Bedtime Bear!" Amber should have been old enough to understand the inappropriateness of prompting me to offer to carry an eighteen year old girl to bed — particularly with my wife standing next to me. It was time for a topic change before she started asking me to tuck her in. "Dawn, are you driving Amber home?" 

Dawn didn't answer right away. "Amber, here is $40 for tonight, and we will see you next Friday night." She then turned to me. "I have a bit of a headache from the movie. Can you be a dear and drive her home?"

The strain on our marriage forced me to be extra cautious in ever being alone, or appearing to want to be alone, with any attractive woman. Amber wouldn't have the slightest interest in a thirty year old married father, but I didn't want the possibility of infidelity even crossing Dawn's mind. This was a bad idea. I deliberately used a fake smile to show Dawn my honest reluctance. "Of course." 

Amber made the money vanish into the pocket of her tight denim pants. "Thanks for the money, and have a good night, Mrs. Cleft!" She followed me out to the driveway. I was acutely aware of the smell of her perfume once I closed the door to my car. She was wearing a sultry, midnight fragrance more appropriate for highballs during an illicit meeting in a hotel bar than for a drive home from babysitting. 

The boys in her high school must have been in perpetual priapic shock. Amber didn't seem to have the faintest conception of the effect she had, with her big eyes, open smile, effervescent personality, lifeguard-tanned skin, and gymnast physique. I considered yet again that my wife had selected Amber solely to torment me for my sins, but that wasn't fair to Amber. Few eighteen year olds liked babysitting, but Amber seemed to do it because she loved kids.

"Jason looks a lot like you, Mr. Cleft," Amber observed as I backed out of the driveway. 

"He is a cute kid, so I take that as a compliment."

Amber stretched her arms in a yawn, setting the pronounced curves of her breasts in sharp relief against the street lights. "You should! My dad never read my stories as a kid. He was too busy at work. Your wife is lucky to have someone so good with kids." She was looking at me, and the purr had returned to her voice.

My wife wasn't feeling very lucky this year, but I wasn't about to reveal my shame to the babysitter. I simply responded, "I am lucky to still have my wife." The "still" had crept in accidentally, but Amber didn't seem to notice, extending another yawn into a full-bodied cat stretch. I tried to keep my eyes focused on the road. 

We pulled into her driveway, only five blocks away. "I like to know the parents of the kids I sit for, and I think I got to know you better tonight," she said as she exited the car. The cast to her sunny, pretty features seemed a little smug as she said that, but she just smiled. "Thanks for the ride!"

"Thanks for sitting. See you next Friday."

"I can't wait!" She turned and scampered into the house, her blonde ponytail bouncing behind her, pointing like an arrow to a slim waist and a bottom made for holding. 

Annoyed with myself, I tore my eyes away and drove home. Amber indeed had no concept of the effect she had on men, and there was little chance of any temptation going anywhere deadly, but this was the very habit I was trying to break. The drunk steers clear of the bar, and the junkie avoids skid row. I needed to avoid attractive women.

Dawn was already asleep when I returned, nursing her headache. She frowned and turned away when I kissed her on the cheek. 

I swallowed a bitter taste in my mouth. The entire purpose of these date nights was reconciliation through bringing romance back into our relationship, yet she was still banning me from our marital bed. I was disappointed, but I didn't blame her. 

Stifling my sigh, I headed downstairs to the living room, where I flipped on the monitor to the computer. I didn't like what I saw.

With a marriage on the rocks, I needed outlets for sexual release that didn't betray my vows of fidelity. Sometimes it was video sites, but I disliked the lack of story, bad acting, and gynecological precision of most porn. Most of the genre was as sexy as a childbirth video, and finding the few exceptions took effort. I preferred websites that printed erotica.

But no matter my nocturnal diversions, I always made sure I closed the website down before bed. Last night, I had been on an erotica site, and had closed it down as usual, but tonight the website was already up, opened to the same story and the same page from last night's reading.

Ever since my wife had hired Amber for weekly date nights, babysitter fantasies had been on my mind, and the story on the screen was an unremarkable example of the genre, with the wife out of town, the sitter watching the kid, and the husband stuck in bed with a broken leg. The sitter was far more slutty and sexually aggressive than a real eighteen year old girl would ever be, but that unreality held a certain charm. 

Had I forgotten to close the website down last night? I hadn't used the computer since then, so it was possible, but I always remembered. Dawn wasn't the most sexually open-minded woman in the world, and with our troubles, the last thing I wanted her to see on my computer screen were fantasies of extramarital seduction. 

I must have forgotten. Thankfully, Dawn must not have used the computer today either. She would have said something if she had found this up. 

A search on the web site revealed a few other stories fitting my current fetish. In one, the sitter turned out to be a werewolf, but that was okay since the husband was really a vampire and their frenetic doggy-style rutting sealed a cease fire in a millenium-long war between paranormal factions (but wait, the cliffhanger was a surprise attack by a new faction of lesbian sorceresses). 

In another, the babysitter tied the wife to a chair, verbally abused her, and made her watch as the sitter fucked the husband. The latter story was disturbingly hot, causing me to ponder the extent of my resentment at Dawn's sexual punishment. I finished the night off with a pretentious story about a mind-controlling marriage counselor, made a point of closing all browser windows, and shut off the monitor. 

It was then that I noticed an orange film of Cheetoh dust and a wet circle of pop can sweat marring the surface of my computer desk. 

—-

Dawn went to bed early again, with the excuse that she needed to sleep if she wanted to have energy for our weekly date tomorrow night. They had thrown a new project at her when she came back from maternity leave early last year. Supposedly it was going very well, but she had been putting in long hours ever since. Her frequent absences, as well as the rare opportunities for sex since the pregnancy, had been among the reasons for my fling with Bronwen. No, those things had created the opportunity, but the action and the consequences were my own doing. I couldn't rationalize that away if our marriage was to recover.

Despite our reconciliation, Dawn hadn't cut back her hours. She had been promising that it would just be a few weeks more — that her big software project was almost complete. 

I would have waited regardless. I wasn't certain our marriage would survive, but I knew if it didn't, I would become only an every-other-weekend father, and that was a horror to avoid at almost any price. I peeked in on Jason to remind myself why I had to stay the course. He was cuddled up with his plush blue Bedtime Bear stuffed animal, looking snuggly in his footie pajamas. I kissed him on the forehead, and went downstairs.

Dawn and I had bigger problems than infidelity, demanding work schedules, and a cold marital bed. The simple truth was that she had changed from the woman I married. I had to admit the changes should be considered good ones — she looked better, and her success at work was instilling a new-found confidence she had sorely lacked — but you can't profoundly change one partner's personality without changing the entire relationship. I was still adapting to this new Dawn. She had always been sort of helpless, needing protection. I had my own insecurities, and that was part of what had drawn us together. I admired Dawn 2.0 but was seriously doubting whether I still had a place in her life. 

I wouldn't be able to sleep for another couple of hours, and decided to browse through one of my favorite erotica sites, looking for new stories. One title caught my eye: Babysitter Seduction Diary, Part One. Almost all the more recent stories in my "favorites" list involved the babysitter seducing the reluctant husband, and the title was a magnet for my current set of neuroses. It had just posted earlier today, and the preliminary reviews suggested it might not suck. It started with a dateline of six days ago.

Dear Diary,

I am so excited! I found out tonight that he is fantasizing about me, reading stories on dirty websites where a slutty babysitter seduces a husband who isn't satisfied by his bitch of a wife. 

And she is such a bitch. She is so mean to him. He stands close to her and she moves away. He kisses her and she flinches or only purses her lips to give him a dry dead smooch. 

I wonder if he has forgotten what a real kiss is like? I so much want to remind him that a real kiss should be messy wet and wonderful and taste like fire and sin. A real kiss would draw his tongue passed my lips, showing him that I want every part of him inside me — inside my mouth, inside anywhere. That is how he deserves to feel.

My mom says they are having problems, and that is why I need to give up Friday nights out with my friends. I didn't want to do it at first, but their kid is so sweet and the dad is so wonderful with a sexy smile, a kind face, and strong shoulders and arms and a butt so cute I want to eat it. And he is such a good dad! I wish my dad had been more like him, kind and loving and willing to hold me in his arms. 

My mom wouldn't tell me what the marriage problems were, but I heard her talking to Dad about it — that bitch of a wife drove him to seek love in the arms of an Other Woman. The Other Woman wasn't happy being just the Other Woman (which I can understand! But that is no excuse for what she did) and she ratted on him to his wife. He got caught and now his bitch of a wife is keeping him in line with threats of making him loose custody of his son! That's how wonderful he is! He loves his son so much he is staying with a woman who hates him, just to be a good dad!

The drive home was so hard. I sometimes catch him looking at me, but he tries so hard not to that his looking away is even sexier than his looking. I looked at his pants and I think he had a hard-on. Or maybe he is just really big. Oh God, I hope he isn't too big for me! I am afraid it would hurt, but I would bite my lip, spread my legs wide and do the best I could. 

I wanted to tell him that I knew he was fantasizing about me, but he seemed so nervous it would scare him, and I knew his wife would be expectign him home right away. I didn't want him to get in more trouble or make his wife suspicious and make him loose his wonderful son!

I couldn't think of what I should do. All I knew is that I had been wet the whole ride home, knowing he was reading sexy stories thinking of me. I couldn't think of anything else. After he dropped me off tonight, I ran up to bed, took all my clothes off, and touched myself while thinking of him, just like I bet he touches himself thinking of me. I imagined myself as his Other Woman. I was soaking wet and I put my fingers... down there... and imagined they were him, taking me. I could be his Other Woman, and I would promise (cross my heart and hope to die!) that I would never tell his wife. I would just want him. I would want his hands and mouth on my neck and breasts, my arms around his strong shoulders, and I would want to feel his tight butt as he took me, loving me, and (I feel I should whisper it in writing because it feels so wrong and right) fucking me.

That's when I started to get all hot and tingly. I had touched myself before, but it never felt like this. I moved my fingers faster, and the outside of my... you know... started to feel like it would explode, then it did explode, and I exploded inside at the same time! I felt hot all over and my body actually vibrated. The girls at school talked about this sometimes. My best friend said it was like being turned into a Fourth of July firework (she said that's what the Katy Perry song was about, and the "oh oh oh" is the noise you make when it happens), but I had never felt one. This was an orgasm! I tried to be quiet because mom and dad are sleeping next door and I hoped they didn't wake up (I hear them doing it sometimes and I don't complain) but I cried out his name anyway. The second time I cried his name I covered my face with the pillow so I could scream it louder and not wake up my parents.

I curled up in bed, naked and still wet, thinking of him, thinking of ways I could be his Other Woman. We could meet in hotels or in parks. His wife is out of town a lot, and I could volunteer to babysit, and tell my parents I was staying at a friends house, and I could then have sex him all night long, pretending that I was his wife, doing to him the things he deserves.

That's when I had my idea. I would write up what I was thinking tonight, and what I did to myself, and post it to that naughty website I found by looking through his browser history. Maybe he would see my diary and read it. Maybe he would have ideas of his own on how I could be his Other Woman. I wasn't sure. Maybe it was to much, but I needed him to know what I thought and felt, and what I did to myself when I was thinking of him.

Good night, Diary. My fingers are still warm from touching myself, and I am crossing them for good luck.

The hairs on the back of neck stood at attention, awaiting orders, and I was sweating and feeling dizzy. There were precious few details, but the story fit almost completely, from the open browser last Friday after Amber went home, to the distance with which Dawn treated me. There were some details wrong about my marital troubles, but the author was repeating rumors, not reciting firsthand knowledge.

It even read as if written by an eighteen year old girl — or at least someone's idea of how an eighteen year old girl would write. Of course, this was the Internet and it could really be written by a sixty year old guy from Hoboken named Morrie, just impersonating the style. Maybe it wasn't even a style, but just bad writing. Similar typos, change of verb tense, run-on sentences, and grammar errors were all over stories that were almost certainly written by Morrie and his ilk. The style in combination with the story, however, meant it either had to be Amber or an incredible coincidence.

I scrolled down to read any comments — sometimes authors posted there. Nothing, just a few guys offering to pay her to come babysit them and claiming this was the "Best! Story! Ever!"

The author's name was Babysittingslut. Subtle. I clicked, but there were no biographical details on the author's page, and no other stories to her credit. Her join date was last Saturday, and the only identifying information was a black and white, high contrast photo showing the nude lower breasts, midriff, and upper pelvis of a nubile woman.

I leaned back in my chair, letting the blood return to my brain. It didn't matter if it were really Amber, I decided. I had faced the abyss two months ago, and had chosen to turn away and ask Dawn to end our separation and reconcile, with the promise that I would never be unfaithful again. My fantasies about Amber were just a harmless need for sexual stimulation and gratification while Dawn and I were going through a rough patch. My fantasies were not plans, and I would not act on them. My best course of action was to ignore the story and talk my wife out of hiring Amber again. It was probably too late for tomorrow night, but I could probably concoct an excuse for next week. I just needed to avoid doing anything tomorrow that might encourage Amber, or it could be disastrous for both of us.

—-

The date nights were Dawn's idea. She felt our difficulties stemmed partly from us not spending enough time together. Her pregnancy with Jason had been difficult, and motherhood had stolen much of the romance from her life. Friday night dates were her attempt to recapture romance, where we would see a movie, walk in the park, or catch a play.

They hadn't worked so far, but that was my fault. My dalliance with Bronwen had badly damaged Dawn's trust in me, and I could see the sadness and pain of betrayal in her eyes. I would talk about my day at the office, crunching the latest sales figures, or she would talk about her plans for the next speech pathology conference. It was all boringly unromantic and asexual. We could always talk about Jason, but reminders of our responsibilities did nothing to reignite romance either. 

Tonight was no different, We went to a nice Japanese teppanyaki restaurant, walked around the park for an hour, and discussed nothing but banalities, and stories about our wonderful son.

Dawn used to like nothing more than to bare her heart to me, telling me all her hopes and dreams and fears. She had insecurities about her body and her weight even before she was pregnant. When that ballooned while Jason was in her belly, the insecurities were rampant. I would reassure her, we would make gentle love, and I would hold her in my arms until we slept.

She had changed since then, not entirely by my doing. She had eliminated her pregnancy pounds, and kept up her regimen of diet and exercise until she was now more fit than she had ever been. Sadly, her new body was foreign to me. I had not been allowed into her bed in six months, and I spent my nights instead sleeping in the guest room.

I suspected the woman I had married would have looked the other way at my affair, but this new, more confident woman had kicked me out of the house for four months, until my separation from my son had pulled me back with abject apologies. Dawn was a stranger to me now — a leaner, confident, more attractive stranger, but she seemed to block my attempts to know her.




Trapped in Amber



"That's a new dress," I observed. "It looks very nice on you." It did, clinging to her hips, with a swishing skirt that outlined her newly svelte thighs at every step.

Her smile was thin. "Thank you, I dropped another size last month and had to buy a lot of new clothes. I can't tell if it's the diet, the exercise, or the stress." She looked at me as she walked, her sad brown eyes pleading with me to ask the obvious follow-up.

"Work is still rough?"

She looked down at her shoes. "I wasn't talking about work."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh."

That shut down my attempts to compliment her, so I switched topics. "I am not sure Amber is a good choice as a sitter."

"Do you want to arrange for sitters?" There was a challenge in her eyes now. This was the newer, more confident Dawn. She tossed her long auburn locks in annoyance, and for a moment I saw that this new confidence could be sexy.

I could not answer her challenge, however. The mothers in the neighborhood trusted Dawn far more than me, particularly after the rumors had begun flying, so that was a dead end. "That isn't what I meant. I am just giving my input. I think she is too old, and is likely to let us down at the last minute to keep some date. Rumor is she is dating some college football player."

"It's just a rumor. She hasn't let us down yet. I don't think we should punish her for a mistake until she makes one."

"Isn't there anyone else?"

Dawn turned to look at me, and I knew I had lost the argument by the steel in her eyes. "No, there isn't, Kevin. We are a troubled couple, and the mothers tut tut and make excuses for their daughters. Katie is the only one who has been a good enough friend, and I will tell you, she had to order Amber to do it."

My stomach sank, it was one more confirmation that the mysterious story-writer had indeed been Amber.

"I think these nights are important," Dawn said. "I am not sure we can get back what we once had, or whether we even should, but we won't know if we don't try."

"Are you trying? It's up to you whether you choose to forgive me, but if you aren't going to do so, you should just tell me and we should stop pretending."

"I am trying, Kevin. It's hard. It's so hard. I thought I was plain and boring and wondered what you saw in me, but I trusted you. I don't trust people easily, and this... this..." I saw tears in her eyes. "I just need more time. I am still learning who I really am."

"You are beautiful. You always have been, but now more than ever."

She smiled through her tears, but it looked forced.

We returned home early. Jason was still concluding his bedtime rituals, and ran down the stairs for goodnight hugs. I picked him up and tossed him in the air until he squealed, avoiding any eye contact with Amber.

Dawn was annoyed. "Kevin, don't rile him up. Amber, could I trouble you to read him his bedtime story while I do his laundry? We will still pay you for the full night, so this is still on the clock." 

"I would love to!" Amber exclaimed. "What story do you want, little guy?"

"Bedtime Bear! Amba read Bedtime Bear" Jason couldn't quite say "Amber".

"Let's go!" Amber scooped him up and carried him upstairs. Her shorts were a little too short, and I tried not to watch the swaying of her hips, the luxurious curve of her ass, and the tanned, sinuous slopes of her legs as she ascended the steps. I failed.

Jason saw me over Amber's shoulder, and called out. "Daddy read Daddy Bear! Amba read Bedtime Bear."

"I think Amber can handle it, slugger."

Amber turned around and fixed me with a beautiful smile. It was the first time tonight I had looked her in the eyes, and I knew I saw mischief dancing in their azure depths. "Oh come on, Mr. Cleft, you do the voice so well, and it would be sooo special to Jason!"

"Yay! Daddy read too!" Jason was clapping his hands together, and looking at me with adoration.

Trapped, I followed them up the steps. My wife was already in the room, piling up the laundry. I thought I saw her eyes narrow slightly as I entered shortly behind Amber, still resenting me for the tears I made her shed earlier tonight. 

"It's eight o'clock. Bedtime Bear must go to bed!" I began in my gruff Daddy Bear voice, reading over Amber's shoulder, but staying as distant as I could.

"I am hungry, Daddy Bear!" Amber whined.

"Bedtime Bear can eat a snack," I said. Amber was wearing the too-musky perfume again, and I could smell her shampoo in her hair. I was standing too close.

Jason pretended to eat. "Num, num, num." He watched his mother leave the room with a load of laundry.

"Snack time is done. Now, Bedtime Bear must go to bed!" I said.

Amber turned to look at me this time. "The bed is too far, Daddy Bear!" she pleaded with laughter in her eyes. 

It was awkward again. "Then I will carry you, Bedtime Bear."

Jason looked annoyed. "Daddy carry Amba!" Damn, I always picked him up at this part of the book, and he expected me to do it to her. 

"Amber's all grown up and too big to carry, sweetie."

Jason crossed his arms and made a gorilla face.

Amber was looking at Jason with sympathy. "How about if Daddy just puts his arm around me?"

That seemed to mollify Jason, and I placed my arm around Amber to give a brief hug.

She surprised me by reaching across her chest to hold my hand, pinning it around her shoulder and leaning her head to rest on my chest — imitating the bear cub in the book. I tried to not to think about the warmth of the contact, or her intoxicating scent, and hurried to the next line. "Bedtime Bear must go to bed!"

"But Daddy Bear, I need to brush my teeth!" Amber turned to look at me, opening her mouth in a wide smile, showing off her perfect teeth. Jason clapped in admiration of the live representation of the book's art. Amber's face and flawless skin were mere inches from me. 

Feeling a flush of heat, I recognized my cue to extricate Amber from my arms. I may have imagined a flash of disappointment from her. "Bedtime Bear can brush his teeth," I said.

The story continued through tooth brushing, potty break, bedroom cleanup, and bedtime story, until Daddy Bear was so exhausted from putting Bedtime Bear to bed, that Amber, in her Bedtime Bear voice, finally said Jason's favorite line, "Daddy Bear must go to bed!" Amber scrunched her face adorably in mock sincerity, and Jason squealed in delight.

I managed to avoid additional contact with Amber until I kissed my son goodnight. Amber had leaned over to kiss the opposite cheek, and my nose briefly grazed her hair, taking in one more whiff of her tantalizing scent. She was smiling as she withdrew.

Dawn's footsteps approached on the stairs, and I walked out to meet her with Amber on my heels, uncomfortably close. "Mr. Cleft, are you taking me home now?" Amber asked.

"I am a little wiped. Dawn, can you take her?"

Dawn looked at me with her brow furrowed in puzzlement of what ailed me, and nodded. Amber followed her down the stairs, but she turned back to give me a little wave and a beaming smile before she turned the corner. I tried not to wave back, but failed again.

I banged my head against the wall, trying to knock the sexual tension and frustration from my brain.

Dawn called from downstairs. "Kevin, make Jason stop that banging and go to sleep!"

—-



I swallowed when I saw the new story the following Thursday night.

Babysitter Seduction Diary, Part Two 

Dear Diary, 

I think he read my last diary. He wouldn't look at me when I showed up at his house, and his face got all red every time I walked into the room. It was so cute, but it made me worry he would expose the depth of our true feelings for each other. Lucky for us, his bitch of a wife barely pays him any notice.

I wasn't a very good babysitter. I set their son in front of the TV for a half hour, and went exploring. He had locked the computer, which was another sign that he read my diary, so I had to go exploring elsewhere. That's when I discovered that his wife has him sleeping in the guest room! I was wrong, she isn't a bitch, she's a... (If I want him to think of me as a woman instead of a silly girl, I need to speak like a woman speaks) she's an all-out... cunt! 

She also must be made of ice, because if I were his wife, there is no way I could sleep in a different bed for even one night. I would be crawling under his covers within minutes of the lights going out, feeling if he was hard for me. My last boyfriend wanted me to take him in my mouth, but I wouldn't do it, which is why he broke up with me. But I hear most women do that for their boyfriends or husbands, and my mouth is starting to water thinking of doing it to him, as if he would be a delicious ice cream cone that I would take in my mouth all at once. I bet if I took him in my mouth I would like it, and so would he. I wonder how he would feel in my mouth, all hard and wet from my spit? I heard that at the end when the sperm comes out, that most girls don't like to swallow it, but the boys really like it when they do. I promise myself that if he comes in my mouth I will swallow every last drop, smile at him when I do it, lick my lips and ask for more.

I have heard some girls whisper that guys do the same for them, using their tongue and mouth down there. I wonder what it would feel like if he used his tongue on me? I bet it would be so much better than my own fingers. My fingers can't nibble or lick or suck, and they are hard and dry instead of soft and wet. Oh my God, I am getting all soft and wet myself just thinking about it.

I had a dirty thought and went into his cunt of a wife's bedroom. I looked around in her dressers, and couldn't find much that was interesting. She has such boring underwear, all white or pink cotton. No thongs, or satin bikinis, nothing skimpy, lacey, or see through. If I was married to him, or if I was his Other Woman, I would only wear sexy underwear — if I wore any underwear at all! I would make sure I was ready and sexy for him all the time!

I grabbed a pair of boring white cotton panties, and went back to his bedroom, where he must sleep all lonely and unsatisfied. I took off all my clothes and put on his wife's panties, and nothing else. She was a size six, like me, and they hugged my waist and crotch. I laid on his bed pretending I was his wife or even his Other Woman, and I thought of all the things I would do. I wonder what his real wife never lets him do? Maybe he will want me more if I promise to let him do all the things she won't. I have heard some guys like to be in control, and tie a woman up and spank her. I would like that if it was him spanking me. Some like to have sex with a woman in the butt, or have sex in movie theaters, or in a restaurant bathrooms. Maybe if I promised him all those things and more.

My... pussy... was getting even wetter, and I was soaking his wife's panties, and I touched myself again, thinking of him. I have touched myself every night since I discovered he was fantasizing about me, and I am having orgasms each time. They feel soooo goood, but they are shadows. I want the real thing. I want him touching me, sucking my breasts, feeling my ass, kissing my mouth and sticking his... you know... inside me.

I should just say it. I am a woman. His cock, his member, his dick, his prick. All the words I have heard people call it, I want to feel it moving and spurting inside me.

But for now I only had my fingers, and I used them, rubbing myself through his wife's panties until I came. When I took them off, they were soaked and smell of me. I got another evil thought and opened up his dresser, and stuffed them way in the back of his sock drawer. His wife has many pairs just like them and they won't be missed.

They got home early, and I thought it's funny when he tries to avoid me, but his son insists that he read the story with me. He was nervous the whole time, as if he knew I was thinking of nothing else except pulling him into his bedroom and ripping his clothes off. I think his wife was jealous that the two of us were reading the story together. She came back fast from doing laundery, and jumped at the chance to drive me home. I was disappointed that he wouldn't drive me home. I was going to suggest that he pull over and I would give him a blow job by the side of the road, giving him a taste of what he could have with me.

I can't wait until I babysit for them next Friday.

I was in the guest bedroom within seconds, pulling open my sock drawer, hoping and fearing what I would find. They were there, white, rumpled, and still smelling of female musk and a hint of Amber's perfume. I sat down on the bed, feeling them in my hands. This was no good. Dawn was too smart, Amber was too naive and foolish, and I was too weak. But I loved my son, and still felt loyalty and an echo of love toward my wife. I wanted to take that echo, and build on it, until it became a loud strong voice, and Amber was threatening all that — threatening my relationship with my son.

I didn't move. I couldn't banish the image of Amber lying on this very bed, fingering herself through these very panties. I could picture her legs writhing, her hips squirming, breasts covered with a sheen of perspiration as she bit her lip — fluttering lashes and rolled-back eyes, furiously flicking her way to ecstasy. I couldn't help it. I pulled down my pants and wrapped the panties around myself, and echoed her actions.

Afterward, I went back to my computer, clicked on Babysitterslut's author page, and sent her a message. "This has to stop."

—-

The next morning, Dawn was on the phone for a half hour before she hung up. She had been talking to her sister and arranging the logistics for a visit. "Summer is sick and is asking me up to her house for the weekend. Do you mind if I take Jason with me? I am going to leave work early." She had her laptop bag and Jason's day care supply bag sitting on the counter, ready to leave for work. 

"What about date night?" The dates hadn't gone all that well, but I knew they were necessary.

"Oh! I forgot. I will call Amber to cancel for this week." She picked up the phone again, and I heard her leave a message. 

I kissed Jason goodbye. His return kiss left peanut butter on my cheek. Dawn gave me her own chaste kiss, avoiding the peanut butter, and they were off. I would miss them, or Jason at least, but a week away from Amber's temptation was all to the good. 

That thought flew from my head when my Google chat dinged ten minutes later.

The message was from "Sitterslut". I gulped. 

Sitterslut: I got your email message asking me to stop. Stop what? Who is this?

Cleftjaw: You know who this is, Amber. You need to stop these diaries.

Sitterslut: Ooh, so you *are* reading them. I wasn't sure.

Cleftjaw: Yes, now knock it off.

Sitterslut: You don't mean that. I can tell how you get around me, and I can guess what my stories are doing to you. Your wife just left a message that she and your son will be out of town this weekend.

Cleftjaw: I have my own trip this weekend, and won't be around.

Sitterslut: lol! I don't think so. I am going to arrange something. Talk to you later. 

She disconnected while I was typing my response.

My stomach sank. There were limits to what I could do. If this had happened last year, I could have told Dawn, and she would have trusted me, but not only had Dawn lost all faith in me, Amber was the daughter of one of Dawn's best friends. Dawn wouldn't believe me, and I couldn't prove what Amber was doing without explaining why I was reading babysitter porn on my computer at night. I would just need to be forceful, and hope I was strong enough to back it up.

—-

Just as I was ready to leave work at five, my smart phone buzzed again with another message. 

Sitterslut: Broken Oak Hotel. Room 69. I asked for it and the clerk snickered. I spent most of my babysitting money, and am waiting for you. Want to know what I am wearing?

I ignored it, and got in my car. My phone buzzed again.

Sitterslut: A t-shirt, pants, and socks. Oops. Now just a t-shirt and socks.

I didn't respond. I considered shutting the phone off, but couldn't resist knowing what else she might say. To my shame, I kept reading her messages as she sent them every couple minutes. I was risking my life checking messages while driving, and risking the lives of others on the road, but I couldn't care.

Sitterslut: I have nothing to do while waiting for you except to prepare myself. Just wearing socks now. I would take them off too but my feet get cold.

Sitterslut: You aren't getting cold feet are you? I didn't think so. As I said in my stories, I don't think my fingers are a good substitute for you, but I have nothing else until you get here.

Sitterslut: I am all wet and I have to keep cleaning my fingers off to type. I have already come once.

Sitterslut: um... twice. I am learning to type one-handed. Still wearing socks. You will take them off me when you are hear.

Sitterslut: what are going to do to me first?

Sitterslut: Can you go down on me tonight? No one has done that to me before and I think I would like it. I will go down on you first, and you can fuck me first, of course, as often as you want.

Sitterslut: And I will let you do anything else that cunt of a wife won't let you do.

Sitterslut: I see you....

The hotel had been on my way home. She had chosen it deliberately, knowing how much harder it would be to drive past her. Broken Oak was a cheap hotel, with doors located right on the parking lot. I was fifty feet away from room 69, staring at the window. 

I saw a curtain move, and glimpsed delicate fingers holding it open just enough for someone to peak through. I thought I saw a glint of blonde hair.

Sitterslut: I new you would come. The door is unlocked. Enter and please please please fuck me. I want to be yours.

I closed my eyes and held my head in my hands. What was I doing? Dawn. Dawn. Dawn. Jason. Jason. Dawn. Jason.

Sitterslut: You are just standing there. Are you thinking of that cunt wife who won't touch you? I will be even better than she ever was. I promise. 

Jason. Jason. Jason.

I kept my son's beautiful face in my head as I drove off in the car, not looking back. The next time the phone buzzed, I switched it off.

—-

A brass band was playing in my head, and my mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. I couldn't see. I fell back asleep.

—-

I was Prometheus, chained to a rock, sentenced to eternal torture for his sins. A buzzard was to be sent once a day to eat my liver, but today they sent a harpy. Harpies were supposed to be ugly, but this one had a flawless tanned face, large blue eyes, a beautiful smile, and perfect, nubile breasts — and she wasn't eating my liver. Her mouth was instead doing wonderful, mysterious things, and I arched my hips forward to meet her. I tried to move my hands to touch her smooth face, but the manacles held them to the rock wall.

The harpy looked up at me, with my cock in her mouth, and smiled. "Oh you are awake."

Everything was black again. I couldn't see, and couldn't move my hands or legs. I could tell that my body was spread-eagled and naked, and I knew I had an erection, but my head was fuzzy. Coherent thought required enormous effort. "What?"

I was engulfed by her mouth and tongue. I was bathed in pleasure, with a passion and fervor that I had never known, as if someone had just discovered that sucking cock was her purpose on earth, and had embraced her destiny.

"Good. I have been having fun waiting for you, practicing. By your moans, I think I must have been doing good." The voice was an alto purr, speaking just a foot from my face, but I couldn't see her. 

"Amber?" 

The bed bounced as she switched positions. My question had earned another fellatial embrace by her warm, wet mouth. Dawn had given up on oral sex years ago, and I felt like I was returning to heaven as Amber stroked me with her tongue. Her technique was far more enthusiastic than my wife's had ever been.I tried pulling my hips away regardless. 




Trapped in Amber



"You need to stop this," I insisted weakly, and then groaned when her lips complied, and abandoned my cock.

"Are you sure? You don't seem sure." Her hand squeezed my shaft, which gave a traitorous throb in response.

"What did you do to me?" I couldn't seem to move my arms or legs.

Amber pumped my shaft and raked her fingernails across the skin of my scrotum. "You didn't come into the hotel, even though I knew you wanted to. I saw you outside, but you drove off." 

That had been last night. I had gone home, cooked a pizza, and found that Dawn had left a carton of fresh squeezed orange juice in the fridge for me, as a peace offering. I had been tired after that, and went to bed early. "Why can't I move?" I saw no point in trying to pull my hips away from her hands. I would probably just injure sensitive skin and I had little room to move anyway. I couldn't avoid her. I needed to buy time and clear my head.

"You are cuffed to the bed, silly. Not the guest bed, but your bed — the one that bitch of yours won't let you sleep in. That orange juice had some sleeping pills in it. I put it there this morning after you left for work, using a key I stole. Aren't you proud of me? I thought you might be too good to come into the hotel, so I had a back-up plan." 

"Why are you doing this?"

The words came pouring out. "I want you so much. I see how unhappy you are, trapped with that cunt wife who won't let you touch her, all so you can be with your son. It makes my heart break to see you so unhappy, so I thought I would help you, but she has you so scared that you won't go after what you want — me. I thought I would take the choice away, and it would be easier for you, and I could be your Other Woman, just like we both want." Amber had climbed on top of me, and I felt warm supple thighs straddling my hips as her hands continued to caress the soft skin of my shaft and squeeze the steel underneath.

"Why am I blindfolded?"

Her voice was apologetic, pleading with me. "If I get close enough to your face, I thought you might bite me. I am sorry. I wasn't sure how mad you would be."

The grogginess was fading from my brain, and I could feel anger — a quiet voice drowned out by a loud chorus screaming for lust and gratification from this young woman whose tantalizing pussy must be mere inches from the cock she was worshipping with her hands. "Amber, you are killing my marriage. You are ruining my life."

"I thought I was offering you a better one." The bed shifted and I felt her lean forward. Firm breasts pressed into the skin of my chest, with rock hard nipples poking my skin. Her taut abdomen was rubbing against my stomach, and I smelled her perfume again — the intermixed scents of midnight, musk, and sin. Her thighs squeezed against me, and I could feel her pubic hair tickle my shaft and something hot hovering so close to my cock that a bed sheet wouldn't fit between. She wanted me to raise my hips up to meet her, and it would be so easy. So easy.

I mustered my courage."Amber, you have no idea how flattered I am that a beautiful young woman like you wants me like this, but I can't do this to my family." 

"Why not? You already did." Her arms and legs stretched out to cover mine. She was lying on top of me in the same spread-eagled position, with her skin in contact with every part of my body — except the part I wanted and feared most. Her hips held their position of temptation just above mine — a Sheath of Damocles, poised to fall and end my life in a torrent of hot, wet pleasure.

"You don't know what happened." I tested my restraints. I wouldn't be able to slide my hands out, and the bed frame was wrought iron. My wrists would break first.

"Everyone knows what happened. That cunt of a wife neglected you and got fat and chased you into the arms of an Other Woman. That Woman wanted you all to herself and told your wife." Amber's voice was coming from a foot above my head. She was watching my reactions.

"It wasn't quite like that. It was a mistake."

"Tell me, I would like to learn how to make you repeat it." Amber's body writhed slowly on top of me, making sure I knew she was there. Either on purpose or by accident, the searing flesh of her pussy brushed against my cock, which pulsed in response. She left some of her wetness on my skin like a signature of ownership.. 

I pulled my hips away from her, down into the mattress, wanting to scream my frustration. Why not just fuck her? I wasn't strong enough. I knew that already. But somehow I found a few seconds of resistance. "Bronwen and I had worked together for years, and I was providing some comfort through her divorce. We had too many drinks at a conference one night. She needed help getting back to her room, and we made a mistake. One mistake. Bronwen thought it was something else, and she told Dawn."

"If you can make one mistake with her, why not with me?" Her hips descended and the wet lips of her pussy kissed my shaft, and stroked it along its length. I could not prevent the pulse of response. All I needed to do was shift my hips slightly just before she began a downstroke, and I would be inside her, and feel her full moist warmth engulf me and fuck me.

My cock cursed me for a fool, but I held it back. "I will lose my family. My son." I placed enough desperation in my voice that I hoped it would evoke sympathy rather than contempt.

"You think your son is enough to keep two people together for another sixteen years? You think it's good for him to be raised by two people who don't love each other? You don't think you have lost your family already? It's obvious to anyone that your wife doesn't trust you or love you anymore. She can't even sleep next to you, which shows how crazy she is. I don't know how she can stand being apart from you one single night. She must masturbate constantly, thinking of what you would do to her if she allowed you back in her bed." Amber switched the undulations of her hips yet again, pressing down. She was trying to push me inside her, no longer caring if I entered her voluntarily. I retracted my hips yet again, and heard Amber groan in frustration.

I answered Amber's questions. "Dawn is going to have to tell me herself that she has given up."

Amber's purr moved closer until it was inches from my cheek. I could feel her hair spread across my shoulder and her hot breath in my ear. "Maybe she prefers to punish you, and you will be stuck with that frigid cunt until Jason is out of the house. Katie says that you two have outgrown each other. You married a meek, chubby girl and she has grown into a confident, sexy woman who is too good for you. Katie says that Dawn thinks she may be right." Amber bit tenderly on the soft flesh of my ear, and her tongue snaked out to lick the lobe.

My heart sank. Amber had just voiced my fear, that my restraint was all for nothing, as was my marriage. I would lose my life and could do nothing to stop it. The only person available to hear my fears was the person who was trying to use them against me. I confessed anyway. "That's what scares and frustrates me most. I always knew Dawn had strength in her. I loved her body even though she had a few extra pounds. Now that she has found her strength and toned her body, she won't let me know her. I loved her once, and that part of Dawn is still there. I want to know the new Dawn as well. I don't know what will happen, but I have to try. I owe her that much." I steeled my voice to keep it calm, trying for the quiet insistence of strength and command. "Amber, you can't do this to me. This is wrong. This is... rape."

God, it didn't feel like rape as her pussy caressed me, begging me to come inside. My skin was on fire for her, and I knew I couldn't hold it more than moments..

Amber shifted her body again. "I don't think you are going to bite me. I am going to trust you like Dawn should trust you." At the same time, her hips pushed down harder on mine, increasing speed. I was trapped underneath her — even without my cock inside her, if she kept this pace and friction up, I was going to come. I felt her hands on my face, lifting the blindfold from my eyes.

The room was dark, but I could see outlines, silhouettes, and a spectrum of monochrome. Amber's blonde hair was down from its usual ponytail, spread out across my chest and shoulders, as her kisses migrated from my ear to my cheek. Her body was now visible before me, all firm lines and curves writhing in a rhythm of sexual heat. I watched her hips rise and fall as they massaged my cock and beckoned me to enter of my own free will.

"I think I have a solution to all our problems, Kevin," Amber said. "I want to fuck you, but you refuse to fuck the babysitter. You want to fuck the babysitter but won't betray your wife. Your wife wanted to trust you again but didn't know how."

Amber sat up on top of me — hips swivelling her pussy in search of the tip of my cock, finding it, and holding me at her entrance, poised to force entry. My eyes moved up her slim, taut abdomen to breasts that were not as firm as I expected, but still gorgeous with hard erect nipples. Her neck was encircled with an odd choker necklace, with a black box on the front. I moved my gaze up and my heart soared as I took in a familiar face framed by counterfeit blonde hair — a face made more beautiful and perfect by a trusting smile that I had not seen in too long. "This is how you solve all your problems, Kevin. Stop resisting the babysitter's attempts to fuck you," she said in Amber's voice, but then removed the necklace, and it was now Dawn's voice that spoke. "And just go ahead and fuck your wife instead." With one more perfect downstroke of her hips, Dawn brought me deep inside her. 

I rejoiced in the knowledge I no longer needed to fight the fire coursing through my loins, and I arched my hips up to meet Dawn's warm wet embrace. "Was it you the entire time?" I asked.

Dawn smiled and lowered her lips down to mine, inhaling my tongue with a passion I had never felt from her. "The entire time," she said, parting our lips briefly to speak.

"You wrote those diaries?" I returned her kisses, still confused, but ecstatic. I still smelled Amber in her hair. She had somehow mimicked Amber's perfume.

I felt her nod.

"The hotel?"

Dawn pressed close against me, wanting to touch every inch of me she could. "I was crying when I saw you drive into the hotel parking lot. I was so happy when you left I cried again."

"Release me, so I can touch you."

Dawn sat up, eliciting a groan from both of us as she impaled herself again. She produced a key, and proceeded to unlock my wrists.

"Why this charade?" I asked.

Dawn just shook her head, smiled, and exulted at the pleasure of my cock thrusting inside her.

With my hands free, I finally was able to touch the body she had worked on so diligently for the past year. Her thighs were firm and supple as they squeezed my hips. The taut muscles of her abdomen were an engine for powering the thrusts of her hips, which increased in tempo. Her body writhed on top of me and she leaned to place a breast in my mouth. I sucked on the pert nipple and Dawn urged me on, increasing the freneticism of our fucking. In all our years of marriage, I had never seen Dawn embrace sex with such enthusiasm and energy. It was as if lust itself had been unleashed and would never again be chained.

"It was so hot," she panted in my ear, "pretending to be a teenage seductress, imagining what would tempt you. The only way I can get those things out of my head is to do them." Her kegel muscles worked me like an inner tongue, turning the dark room incandescent with the heat of approaching climax. "I usually wasn't lying about what I wanted and what I was doing. I have wanted you so much, and right now I want my husband to fuck me as hard as he can."

I held my wife tight as she thrust her way into oblivion. I watched her mouth open as she cried my name, quivering and trembling in my arms. I joined in her rapture — detonating inside her, kissing her, touching her, holding her, loving her.

Dawn lay down beside me, shivering, and snuggling her blonde head in the crook of my shoulder. I ran my fingers through her hair.

"Are you planning to keep it this color?" I asked.

"Do you like it? Do you want me to?" Dawn took a lock of her hair and tried to inspect it in the dim light, considering its look and texture.

"I prefer your natural auburn. It looks more like you, but if you want to pretend to be someone else occasionally, I am... okay with it."

Dawn kissed my chest. "I almost lost myself pretending to be her. My work and being a mommy have been so stressful, trying to be in charge of everything, and I think I just needed some part of my life where I could lose my responsibilities and just be some slut with nothing to care about except getting fucked. As soon as you left the Hotel parking lot I should have known I could trust you, but I convinced myself you needed one last test. I think I really just wanted to tie you down and pretend to be a slutty babysitter. You were stronger than I ever thought you could be. I don't think I wanted to admit that I was getting off on it, pretending like my only mission in life was to fuck you. It's had me wet for two weeks." She was rubbing against me again.

"However did you cope?"

"Cold showers and two weeks of fingerfucking myself, not necessarily in that order." Dawn's hand slipped between my legs, trying and succeeding to bring me back to life. Her brown eyes seemed to be shining despite the night.

"You aren't mad that I was fantasizing about the babysitter?" I rolled over on top of her.

"I was at first, but I think you have conclusively proven there can be a line between fantasy and reality, and I had so much fun fantasizing I was her, I no longer feel judgmental. Maybe we both wanted to be trapped inside Amber in different ways." Dawn spread her legs for me.

"How did you speak in her voice? What's that necklace?" I placed myself against her entrance, preparing to take her again, but wanting her answer first.

"That's what you get for not taking more interest in my work. This is why everyone is so gung ho about my project. It's a speech therapy device, reading vibrations from the larynx and auto-correcting certain speech pathologies in the speaker's natural voice. It's going to make the company a fortune, and there is talk of making me Vice President for the division. We were experimenting with it a few weeks ago and discovered that you could program it with someone else's voice and imitate them. This was the first field test of that use."

"I would say it passed. So Amber was in on it?" I rubbed my cock against her clit, and felt her lift her hips to bring me inside.

"Amber? No. She is as cute, sweet, and innocent as she looks. I just recorded her voice last week, saying it would help with work."

"Where is Jason?"

She grinned. "Where else — with Amber. Now stop teasing and fuck me again."

I wanted nothing more.

—-

Babysitter Seduction Diary, Part Three

Dear Diary,

I thought I had him when I heard his wife was going out of town with their son. I reserved a hotel room, and sent him teasing messages, touching myself on the hotel bed while waiting for him. Finally, I saw his car show up and my pussy quivered in anticipation. I watched him out the window, pinching my nipples and fingering myself, but he just stood there and stared at my door, until he finally gave up and drove away. I was sad and frustrated when he wouldn't come into the Hotel. I could treat him better than his wife ever could. I watched him drive away and I cried. 

I thought this might happen, so I had put sleeping pills in some orange juice, which his wife told me was his favorite drink in the whole world. I waited a few hours and then drove to his house, using the key I had stolen from his house last week. He was asleep in bed, and I rolled him on his back, spread his arms and legs, and cuffed him to the bedposts. 

I tried every trick in the book. I took his big cock in my mouth and sucked him until he was as hard as iron against my tongue. I practiced and practiced, swirling and twirling my tongue and kissing him with my lips until I could tell from his groans that I was doing it right.

When he woke up, I teased him with my pussy, which was so wet for him. It was all I could do not to just grab him and stuff him inside me, filling me up so full until I burst. I rubbed myself against him until my pussy was a puddle and he could just slip in as easy as pie, but he just lay still and even pulled back from me!

I had failed. He wanted me, but he loved his wife more. I let her take over and finish him off. 

It was so hot watching them fuck. I had never watched anyone have sex before, and I couldn't help it. I was already naked, so I slid my fingers inside my pussy once more, as far inside as they could go. I used the fingers of my other hand to flick my clit. And it was like she felt it, as I came and she came at the same time. She was satisfied, but it wasn't enough for me. I needed a real cock inside me, and his mouth around my breasts and his tongue licking my nipples. Then I wanted to feel his tongue inside my pussy, and his cock inside my ass (not at the same time! That's impossible!) then his cock inside my pussy again, pumping and pumping and making me come over and over and over again until all I can think of his cock and come.

They are finished now, holding each other and talking about me. He is hinting that it is okay if she brings me out to play every once in awhile, as she seemed to enjoy it. She really did enjoy it, I know. Maybe next time I will be lucky, and I can stay for the whole thing, and not just wind myself up. Maybe she will let him come in my mouth, and on my tits, and in my ass, and then over and over again in my pussy (not at the same time!). I am such a slut for him that I know I will love it, she just has to give me my turn.

Maybe I can talk her into letting me post one more diary and make sure he reads it. When he is finished, he can come upstairs and I will be waiting in bed for him, with my blonde hair, some sexy underwear that she bought for me, and hungry for nothing in this world so much as his cock. 

I will be so horny and wet, and even though I haven't had much sex and probably won't be very good, he will let me practice again and again and again. If I do a good job, she says I can come back and fuck him as often as he wants. She is really enjoying having me around, I can tell. I did tell her I was sorry for calling her a cunt and a bitch. She says she knows it was just for effect, but it hurt her feelings, and as punishment her husband has to call me those words when he fucks me. He also should call me his slut and his whore. Oh my god, my pussy is a puddle again just thinking about him saying those naughty words to me. I try not to touch myself, but it's so so difficult knowing he is downstairs reading this. Why doesn't he just come up and fuck me?

I will be upstairs, waiting for him to finish the story, waiting for him to come and fuck me like the babysitting slut I am.

That answered that question — I had wondered why she had kept her hair blonde all week. 

Jason had just gone to sleep, and Dawn had suggested I check to see if Babysittingslut had posted one last story. I smiled when I saw she had. Giving the story a top rating, I typed "Best! Story! Ever!" as an anonymous comment. I closed the browser window and walked up the stairs to fuck my beautiful, amazing, forgiving wife who is also the sluttiest babysitter the world has ever known.

The End

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Please vote and let me know what you thought. In case you were wondering, yes, that is the same Amber from the Might Have Been series.



Trapped in Amber



I retraced the path taken by the car as it had careened off the road. Amber had been extremely lucky that the car hadn't flipped on its way down the hill. Where her car sat now was at the edge of a small creek. The little valley sloped gently upward in each direction parallel to the road. She had come off the road at a point where the slope had been shorter and less steep. If she had exited the highway at the point we had walked down she might very well have been killed.

I explored the slope a bit more and found a way to get onto the highway without much of a climb and decided that would probably be the best rout for our return to the motor home. 

I turned back to Amber's little Geo and saw that Amber was still sitting motionless in the drivers seat of the car with the rain pouring off the roof into the car and over her.

I slogged back, bent over and looked at Amber. She was almost completely out of it. I recognized the symptoms of hypothermia in her expression. I had spent twenty years in the wilds of Alaska and had seen many cases of hypothermia. I had been the victim of it a few times myself. 

Most of the time it took a lot more to cause a hypothermic reaction than a short exposure to a cold rain, maybe it was her small mass; maybe she hadn't eaten enough lately, I don't know. All I knew was that from the looks of it I knew she was definitely in a bad way right now.

I looked into the Geo. On the passengers seat was a small handbag. On the back seat was a daypack that I figured was filled with clothing. I walked around the car and opened the passenger side door. I reached into the back seat, grabbed the pack and put it on the passengers seat. 

I unzipped one of the pockets and was not surprised to see a lacey black bra inside. I grabbed the handbag from the seat and quickly stuffed it inside the pack. I adjusted the straps on the pack and pulled it on. Taking a final look around I noticed that the keys were still in the ignition; I pulled them out and stuck them in my pocket.

Closing the door I walked back around to the drivers side. Amber still sat there motionless. I reached out my hand and yelled into the deluge, "Come on sweetie. We need to get you back to the vehicle." 

She sat there unmoving for a moment before slowly raising her arm and extending her hand toward me. I took her small hand in mine, she was like ice, and her skin was so cold I knew for sure that we were in trouble if she wasn't warmed up quickly. 

I pulled her up from the seat and wrapped my right arm around her to keep her from collapsing onto the muddy ground. Shining the flashlight ahead of us I directed our path up the gentle slope of the small valley toward the road. We hadn't gone any more than a dozen steps when Amber began to stumble and then started to slide from my grip.

I put the flashlight under my left arm, turned Amber toward me and bent to lift her onto my shoulder in a fireman's lift. I heard a muted grunt when I bounced her light body to get it positioned better on my shoulder, and then started up the slick mud of the slope.

The trek was more slip and slide than walk and when I finally reached my vehicle I was breathing quite hard and despite the cold mountain storm had worked up a healthy sweat.

I walked up the roadside of the vehicle, opened the driver's door to the motor home, and pushed Amber inside. I sat Amber in the drivers seat and then I stepped inside myself. The warmth of the interior was a welcome respite from the cold gale of the mountain storm. I lifted Amber from the driver's seat, and plopped her down on the couch before turning to secure the door.

Amber sat there unmoving. "Are you ok?" I asked as I pulled off the backpack and then my hat and wet sweater. I continued to undress as I watched Amber sit there immobile. First pulling off my shirt and then my boots, quickly followed by my pants. I quickly stood in front of her shivering in my underwear. 

I pushed the hood back from her head, placed my hand under her chin and lifted it to where I could look into her eyes. She stared blankly back at me, I don't think that she was even aware of my presence at that time.

I let go of her chin and it dropped to her chest like a sleeper. I walked toward my bedroom and pulled an old pair of sweats from the dresser. I hurriedly pulled them on and walked to the bathroom. I knelt to the floor, pulled opened a panel and turned a couple of valves. Then I checked the content of my water tank and finding more than enough water there I turned on the hot water in the shower.

Letting the water run to warm up I returned to the living area and pulled Amber to her feet. I quickly pushed the raincoat from her drenched body. Her skin was practically blue she was so cold. I began to pull her wet t-shirt off of her and she began to weakly struggle.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You bastard, leave me alone." She objected as she futilely flailed at me. I guess that she thought I was going to rape her and although the desire for her might have run high in me at other times right then my only desire was to get her warmed up. 

I finally got her t-shirt off of her and looked for a second at her petite form. She was definitely well formed and fully packed. A nice package to gaze upon at other times, but right now she looked like someone had poured blue food coloring over her skin.

Where her breasts would have normally been a rosy pink, the skin was a skim milk blue and her blue veins stood out like road maps on her skin.

I left her bra on and began to pull her shorts down. She raised her knees to fend me off and I caught a knee to the chin for my efforts. Eventually she stood before me, an indignant little package of disheveled beauty in her muddy, rain soaked underwear.

I took her by the shoulder and almost carried her toward the bathroom. The hot water was gushing from the shower by that time and the room was filled with steam. Once inside I closed the door to the bathroom and reached into the shower to adjust the cold water so that she wouldn't be scalded. Then I pushed her into the shower stall and under warm flow of water.

She stood there for a moment under the warm cascade, still seeming oblivious but at least standing up mainly under her own power. I reached to her back and released the clasp of her bra. It popped free and hung suspended from her shoulders. I pushed the shoulder straps free and the brassiere slid down her arms and landed on the floor of the shower. 

I took a minute to take in the beauty of her round firm boobs before I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her underwear. I had managed to push them down past her buttocks when Amber finally came to life and moved her legs slightly to assist with removal of her soiled cotton panties.

The panties slid to the floor of the shower next to the bra. I leaned over to pick them up and hung them on the washcloth rack on the side of the enclosure. The warm water from the spray soaked my hair and ran down my neck as I leaned into the shower.  

I inspected her legs and buttocks with more than a clinical interest. They were covered with dirt and mud and festooned with a myriad of small scratches from her slide down the slope, but they were still infinitely alluring. I ran my hand lightly over them and mud washed down her legs into the floor drain. 

I pulled my head out of the spray, and removed my sweatshirt. I grabbed a bar of soap from the sink and lathered it up in my wet hands. I ran my hands once again over her legs and lathered up her still cool flesh. I stroked the dirt and mud from her skin, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh under my stroking fingers as I worked my way up her body to her ass.

After removing the sheen of mud on her soft skin I saw that she had the beginnings of large bruises on her buttocks. "You must have really hurt yourself when you fell." I muttered to a still oblivious Amber as I gently stroked her soft and resilient ass. 

I ran my finger down the crack of her butt, rationalizing that I needed to make sure all of the mud was gone. Actually the crack was caked with wet crud too so it wasn't much of a rationalization after all. She didn't move at all as my finger gently stroked the entrance to her anus. I didn't linger there but an instant before moving on to lathering up the rest of her petite form.

I ran my hands over the soft, firm skin of her back, using the bar of soap to remove the light coating of grime, and then over her shoulders and up her neck to her hair. Amber had clumps of mud and debris adorning her brown locks. I pulled small sticks and grass blades from her tresses before reaching into the rack for the shampoo.

I poured a bit of the shampoo into my hand and rubbed it onto both my hands before applying it to Amber's hair. As I rubbed it into her soiled mane I dislodged mud and dirt with my fingers. The suds turned brown as I washed her hair clean. As I scrubbed her hair, Amber slightly inclined her head back to let me have a better access.

I reached around Amber to take the showerhead from its holder. I pulled it around and directed its flow at her head, moving it back and forth as I gently massaged the muddy soap from her scalp. The water ran brown down her back for a moment before turning clear.

I moved the flow down her back to her buttocks. I massaged the warm deluge across her firm cheeks. I definitely spent more time here than necessary but if she didn't object I sure wouldn't.

I really got caught up in what I was doing as I moved the showerhead down her body to her legs and back up. Stroking her soft skin as I went.

I washed her hair once more before replacing the showerhead in its holder on the wall of the shower. I then reached across her body, gently grasped her shoulder and turned her toward me. 

I took the time to drink in the sight of her lovely form for an instant before grabbing the bar of soap once more and commencing to cleanse the front of her body. The sight of her firm round breasts, flat stomach, and sparse brown pubic hair made me catch my breath and my pulse began to rise. Finally shaking my head, I tore my eyes from her sweet young body and returned to the task at hand.

I lathered soap over her shoulders and gently rubbed the dirt from her soft skin using my fingers to gently probe her flesh. She seemed to be complete relaxed and at ease with my ministrations as my hands moved across her chest to tenderly cleanse the dirt from the soft skin of her breasts.

Her breasts were firm and although not large appeared lovely on her petite frame. They may have been enhanced, but I didn't see a scar under them so I assumed that they were one hundred percent natural.

I spread the soap over her soft skin and followed up with a gentle stroking of my fingers across the soft flesh of her resilient orbs. The soap left her skin slick and smooth. I gently squeezed her breasts as I cleaned them and watched her chest rise and fall and her breathing deepen as I softly probed at her flesh. 

Amber's nipples stood large and erect, like stiff erasers nestled in large rosettes of her brown aureole. I gently stroked her nipples and thought I detected a shudder and a quiet intake of breath from her half open mouth.

I reached for the showerhead and began to rinse her chest, moving the warm spray across her now pink flesh and following the stream of water with the gentle stroking of my hand.

I moved the shower flow up and over her shoulders. I gently stroked and rubbed her soft shoulders before moving up to her angelic face.

I directed the flow of water over the top of her head and gently moved it down her face. As I rinsed the skin of her face she gently tilted her head back. She pursed her lips seductively as I rinsed her nose and mouth. I moved my fingers across her mouth to move a lock of her hair and could have sworn she kissed my hand as it grazed her lips.

I moved the water spray back down her torso and was about to use it to invade the sparse pubic hair covering her vagina when I felt a hand on mine. Amber's hand gently touched my hand and then she smoothly grasped the showerhead and said quietly, "That's ok, I can take it from here."

I chuckled as I responded, "Sure, no problem." 

I stood up and took in the view of Amber's body once more. She stood there looking at me strangely as she pushed the showerhead between her slightly parted thighs and rinsed her pubic region. I thought I saw a small smile cross her lips just before I slid the door to the shower stall shut. 

I picked up my wet sweatshirt from the floor and hung it on a hook. Then I turned, opened the linen closet, pulled out a bath towel and hung it on the wall. Then I stepped out the door and closed it behind me. Once out in the hall I yelled through the door, "And don't forget to use soap. You're a mess!"

"Yeah, ok." She responded dreamily.

I put on a dry shirt before I returned to the living area and fixed myself another drink. The concoction tasted so good that figured I would want some more later so I put on another pot of coffee and settled in with the drink and a magazine as Amber finished her shower. 

The minutes passed, it took her so long that I began to worry about her. The coffee finished perking and I turned of the burner. Eventually the bathroom door opened and she stuck her head out.

"You have anything that I can wear? My clothes are all wet." She asked plaintively.

I looked up from my magazine and called back, "Yeah, just go into the bedroom and look. If ya find anything that looks like it'll fit ya just put it on."

"Can't I'm naked." She objected.

"Just wrap a towel around you, I won't look I promise." I responded without looking up.

I heard the door to the bathroom close and then the door to the bedroom closed and the lock rammed home. She wasn't taking any chances with me coming in there with her I guess.

I fixed us both another drink. I put hers on the sideboard while I sat down and sipped on mine. I could hear her rummage through the drawers in the bedroom. I wasn't at all sure that she was going to find anything to put on. I am a large man and she was a small woman, oh well, I mentally wished her good luck to her in her search.

Eventually she opened the door stepped out. I craned my neck and looked down the hall. She stood self-consciously in front of the door wearing an old sweatshirt of mine that hung down to her knees. Her legs were encased in a pair of sweat pants that were much too large and were pushed up on her legs. On her feet she wore an old pair of wool socks that would undoubtedly flap as she walked.

She looked like a luckless waif and I almost laughed, but I figured that would just set off this very volatile girl. "You look good." I lied.

"Thanks." She responded disconsolately and she started walking down the hall.

The socks on her feet did indeed flap as she walked and I had to suppress a laugh. She plopped down on the couch and I'd like to say that she looked lovely, but that was not the case at all. Amber looked more like an elf in a potato sack that anything else, but at least she was dry and warm.

I leaned forward, lifted her drink from the sideboard and handed it to her. She took a sip and said, "Thanks."

"No problem." I responded as I returned to reading my magazine.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. The only sound in the motor home was the purr of the engine and the beat of the rain on the roof.

"Can I have another drink?" Amber asked, finally breaking the silence.

"Knock yourself out." I replied without looking up.

I heard Amber rise from the couch and put her cup down on the counter. I listened to the splash of Irish cream into the cup, followed by the sound of coffee being poured. I looked up just as she was taking a sip from her cup.

"Tastes good don't it?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure does." She replied appreciatively.

There was a second of silence and then she said, "Oh there's my bag. Why didn't you tell me you brought it up?"

"I forgot all about it." I replied with a shrug.

She picked up the bag and began rummaging through it. "Thank you." She said as she began pulling items from the bag and strewing them across the couch.

"Damn this shits all wet." She stated disappointedly.

"Hang it in the bathroom to dry." I suggested. "Or for that matter just lay it out on the couch if it isn't too awfully wet." I concluded with really thinking.

"Cool, I will." Amber responded as she continued to pull her belongings from her rucksack.

Pretty soon the whole thing was emptied and her clothing was scattered all over the living area of the motor home. There was a pair of jeans here, a sweater there, a black lace bra over there and a very revealing negligee over here. All in all it was a very entertaining and titillating sight to have a woman's unmentionables festooning the furniture of a bachelor's motor home.

"There, they should be dry in no time." She said as she sat down to finish her drink.

We were both silent for a minute and then Amber asked, "What are we going to do about my car?"

I put down my magazine, looked at Amber and replied slowly, " Well, I don't think that I can pull you out with this thing in this weather, and even if I could I don't have enough chain to reach all the way down there. I still think the best thing to do is to drive to the next town and see if we can get somebody to come out here with a big wrecker to pull you out." Amber looked at me somewhat crestfallen and I continued, "The worst that can happen is that we have to wait till morning. If that's the case I can pull into a camp ground and we can have a good rest while we wait."

Amber looked on the verge of tears as she said, "What about my car? Do you think it'll be alright here?"

I responded, "I don't think that your car is going any where right now. And I don't think anybody is going to be coming out here in this weather so it ought to be just fine."

Amber took a small sip and then said plaintively, "I don't know if I'm going to have enough money for a tow truck. Can't you see if you can pull me out?"

I chuckled at that and then replied, "I can't see any way that I can do that babe. But I tell you what, if you're that short on cash, why don't I pick up the tab for the wrecker."

She looked at me dubiously and said, "I don't know how I'll ever repay you." And then she trailed off into silence.

I said, "Don't worry about it. It's on me. And don't worry about repaying me for it either." 

She looked at me dubiously and seemed about to say something else when I interjected, "Look, I'm not some pathetic old fart trying to bribe my way into a lovely young lady's pants. I'm a pathetic old fart with a weakness for a damsel in distress. I'd do the same thing for you if you were seventy-five years old and weighed three hundred and fifty pounds. Don't worry about it. It'll be on me with no strings attached."

She didn't seem to be completely convinced, but that wasn't my problem. I got up and poured the coffee into the carafe for safe storage. I put the coffee pot away and got ready for the road.

"Better get comfy." I said as I sat down in the driver's seat and turned off the flashers, "we're about to get underway." I looked into the mirror just as I was about to shut off the interior light and I saw Amber stretch out on the couch.

The drive to the next large town was uneventful. It was farther away than I thought it should have been, but that was a problem of my perception and not of reality. Amber was sound asleep on the couch when we finally pulled into town.

The town was not really all that large but it had five service stations on the main drag, and they were all closed. Two of the stations had a tow service and only one looked to have a tow rig large enough to get Amber's car out of the hole it was in. I stropped in front of that station long enough to get the opening time off of the front door and I drove on.




Trapped in Amber



Perhaps couple of hundred yards down the road from the station was a campground with dump service. I pulled into the drive and went to the office. The office was closed but there was a sign that read, 'Office hours 6am to 10pm, Monday through Saturday' then below that was written, 'in off hours, take an envelope from the rack, choose a vacant campsite, fill out the envelope complete with space number, place the proper funds for the space in the envelope, and deposit the envelope in the slot below.' I took an envelope from the rack and read it too, there was a breakdown of services and the fee for each. It all seemed pretty simple and I climbed back into the motor home and drove to a campsite.

There were very few folks around tonight so it was an easy task to find a space. I parked the beast, put on my slicker, got out, hooked up the electricity and turned on the propane furnace, and then I climbed back in and turned off the engine.

I turned on the light over the driver's area, filled out the envelope, stuffed the money inside and walked it back up to the office. The rain was beginning to abate as I walked back to the parking space. "Feels like it might clear up soon." I said to my self as I sloshed back to the motor home.

Amber was sitting up on the couch and all the lights were turned up full blast when I stepped back into the motor home. "Have a nice nap?" I asked as I hung my raincoat up in the closet.

'Oh yeah." She said, "I feel a lot better."

"Good." I responded simply as I stepped to the counter and fixed myself another drink.

I poured the Baileys into the cup and added coffee. I was stirring the mix when I asked as an after thought, "You want another drink?"

"Sure." Amber replied eagerly. Then she added hopefully, "Do you have anything stronger?"

"Sure, I've got a little tequila in here somewhere." I replied as I reached into the cupboard and pulled down a bottle of Cuervo Gold.

"Do you think that you can make me a margarita?" She asked hopefully.

I thought for a second, and then I remembered an old bottle of mix in the back of the fridge. It had been part of the deal when I bought some tequila, they came as a package but I never mixed my tequila so it had sat unopened for months. "Just so happens that I can young lady." I said cheerily as I opened the fridge and pulled the mix out.

"Oh goody." She responded with childish enthusiasm, and then added, "I love margaritas! I could drink them all night long."

"We'll see about that." I thought as I pulled a clean glass from the cupboard. Put a little salt on the counter and ran the faucet for a second. I put my finger under the running water and then ran my wet finger over the rim of the glass. Placing the glass rim down in the pile of salt I managed to coat the rim with a little salt before pouring a little gold into the bottom. I plopped in some ice, topped that off with the mix, and handed the product to Amber. "If it doesn't taste right it isn't my fault." I said defensively as I handed her the drink.

She took a large sip and said, "It tastes fine, but could you make it a little stronger? A lot stronger actually." With that she handed the glass back to me.

"Sure kiddo." I said as I took the glass from her hand.

I filled the glass to the rim, and stirred it before handing it back to her. She took another sip and said, "Perfect."

I was about to put the stuff away when I asked, "You think that you'll want another one, drink that is?"

"Ummmmm could be." She responded coyly. 

I left the booze and mix out on the counter and returned to my seat. We sat there drinking in silence for a minute or two and then Amber asked, "There weren't any service stations open eh?"

"Nope." I responded.

"I guess we'll have to wait for morning then." She stated.

"Yep." I replied.

"You aren't too talkative are you?" She inquired.

"Nope." I replied.

I looked up and asked, "Alright what do you want to know?"

"Well first of all, where do you live?" she inquired.

"Right here." I responded. I could see a question forming in her mind and I headed it off at the pass. "Yeah, this is my home. You see I took early retirement this last year and being home all the time with my wife just didn't seem to be working out. We had one fight after another and finally I just took the motor home and split with half the money from the bank account."

She looked thunder struck at me for an instant and I filled in the gaps." Oh it's not that bad. I signed over the house and everything else to her, it's all paid for, and she has her own retirement so she's set pretty good." 

I took a sip from my drink and then continued, "For my part I have my retirement and it's deposited automatically into my bank account. I use my credit cards for most things and pay my bills on line." I took a sip from my cup and then concluded, "A lot of campgrounds have Internet service and I try to stop at those when I can. If I can't find one of those there are a lot of Internet cafes around so I check in from there." 

I looked at Amber and she was losing interest in the conversation and reaching the bottom of her drink so I closed it off with, "So far as the wife goes, she sends me my mail and magazines every time I am someplace for any length of time, along with a card telling me how everything is. We're still friends, after thirty years of marriage I can still truthfully say that, so everything is cool. She has her place to piddle around in and I get to travel. Maybe someday we'll get divorced, but probably not, it just isn't that important."

I took another drink and I said; "Now it's my turn. Where the hell were you coming from in such a hurry back there?"

She lowered her nearly drained drink and softly said." I was supposed to be spending the weekend with my boyfriend up at the lake. I got up there early Saturday morning, checked into the cabin we usually use and waited for him. When he didn't show up by noon I went out for lunch."

She stopped to take a sip and then continued," When he still didn't show by dinner I called his apartment and got his machine. I left a message and then called his cell-phone. He answered it and I could tell that he was at some sort of party. I told him where I was and he said that he had forgotten about our plans and that he was sorry. Then he said that we might be able to do it again sometime."

Amber took another sip and said thickly, "I yelled at him, 'Sorry? Sorry? Goddamn it we made these plans just last week' how could he have forgotten. Then I heard some bimbo in the back ground say, 'Everything alright baby?' and he said, 'Yeah sure sweetie.' I just ran out of words and slammed the phone into the cradle. I was so embarrassed that I spent the rest of the night and most of Sunday in the room crying."

She took a shuddering breath and concluded, "Finally I snuck out of the cabin and raced for home. I guess that I was hoping that he would change his mind and show up, but that didn't happen."

"Sounds shitty." I said simply.

"It was." She confirmed. 

We lapsed into silence while we both drank. Amber finished her drink first and rose to make herself another. I watched her fill the glass nearly half full of tequila before she added the mix. She put the concoction to her lips and I half expected her to sputter and cough, but instead she smacked her lips with satisfaction and muttered, "Aaaahh, perfect." And then she sat back down.

I watched her consume her drink with obvious relish. I got up to fix myself another drink and just as I was finishing it she tapped me on the ass with her foot and said, "Hey gramps. Will you fix me another drink?"

Without looking around I replied, "You call me gramps again and I'll spank your ass." Then I added, "Sure, give me your glass."

I turned half way around and took the glass from her hand and began to build her another drink. I filled the glass half full of gold and topped it off with the mix. I stirred it briefly with my finger before handing it back to her.

She took it from my hand and took a big drink, "Mmmm, mmm good." She effused before adding, "You're a great bartender gramps. I'll have to leave you a good tip tonight."

"I told you that if you called me gramps I'd have to spank you." I threatened pointlessly. 

"Promises, promises." She giggled before saying, "Hey, it's getting a little hot in here. Mind if I change into something cooler?"

"Yeah, go ahead." I responded without thinking.

She was right, it was getting hot in here and it wasn't just the booze either. I walked over to the thermostat and saw that it was set at eighty degrees, "No wonder." I thought to myself and I turned the temperature down to a more sedate seventy-two.

I was just turning around when I heard the bathroom door close behind Amber. I was feeling a bit hot myself and figured that I should get ready for bed any way so I walked down the hall to the bedroom. I shucked my sweats and the still damp shorts. I put on a fresh pair of boxers and grabbed my terry cloth robe from the closet.

Walking back into the living area I sat down in the captains chair crossed my leg and picked up my magazine. I slowly sipped my coffee and Bailey's while I read an article about travel destinations and was so engrossed in the article that I didn't hear Amber reenter the room.

"Ah hem." She said clearing her throat to get my attention.

"Huh?" I responded without looking up.

"Well what do you think?" She inquired thickly.

I looked up and my eyes about popped out of my head. Amber had changed into that skimpy negligee that I had seen earlier. It was pretty sheer and with the lights turned up as high as they were it was almost completely invisible.

"You like?" She asked as she turned to the counter to freshen her drink.

"Oh yeah!" I managed to gulp out through a suddenly constricted throat. Then I added, "Very nice." 

Amber was turned toward the counter freshening her drink. More appropriately she topped off her glass with a good slug of tequila. She stood there with her back toward me and from my vantage I could see the outline of a fine back, thin waist, and a nicely shaped ass covered by a pair of thong underwear, which means that I had a very nice view of the cheeks of Amber's fine ass.

She picked up her drink and took a big gulp. Then she asked sweetly, "Would you like a new drink?"

"Yeah, sure." I managed to choke out finally.

Amber put her glass down and turned toward me. She took a step in my direction and stopped with her hand outstretched. I sat there dumbly for a second absorbing the view of her immaculate body, before I finally lifted my cup to her.

She took the cup from my grip and our fingers touched briefly. It felt like an electric shock coursed through my hand when her fingers brushed against mine.

She stood holding my cup as I drank in her beauty. My eyes moved from her heaving bosom down across the flatness of her young stomach. My gaze stopped to consume her sweet firm thighs and then moved back up her body finally stopping at her lovely eyes.

She stared boldly into my eyes and I felt sweat bead on my forehead and my breathing quickened perceptively. A small smile crossed her lips and she turned back to the counter. 

"I'm going to make you something a little different this time." She said softly over her shoulder. "I call it Mexican cream." She paused as she picked up one bottle and then she said, "It's half tequila." She paused again as she poured the gold into the cup. "And half Irish cream." She paused again as she poured the Bailey's into the cup with the tequila.

I listened as she put the bottle of Bailey's back on the counter and watched as she slowly turned around with my drink in her hand. She held the cup close to her breast, and looked at me challengingly before she concluded, "And then it is sweetened by the finger of a sweet American woman." And at that she dipped her finger into the cup and slowly stirred the drink. 

She stepped over to me still stirring the drink. She stopped as her legs touched mine, she withdrew her succulent digit from the drink and proffered it to me, "You want to taste it?" She asked sweetly.

"Oh yeah." I husked as she put her finger to my lips.

I took her finger into my mouth and sucked on it eagerly for a second before she withdrew it. "Do you like it?" she asked enigmatically. 

"Oh yeah." I grunted.

She stuck her digit between her own lips and sucked on it exaggeratedly, running it in and out a couple of times before finally removing it and exclaiming, "Mmmm, sweet as sugar." With that she handed me my drink, turned to pick up her drink, and moved to her seat on the couch.

As she walked I almost unconsciously turned the swivel chair until it was almost facing her. Her movements were hypnotic and I was in a complete state of arousal. My cock pushed down the leg of my boxers until the head nearly pushed out into clear view. She may have had a view of this, I don't know, but nonetheless she had to have known the effect that she was having on me. I lifted my drink to my lips and took a nervous sip.

She sat down gracefully, crossed her legs demurely, and brought her drink to her lips. She took a very long drink and sat her glass down beside her on the couch. Amber smiled at me sweetly, placed her free hand on her thigh and began to slowly stroke her leg. I watched entranced as her nighty rode up on her thigh until the crotch of her thong was exposed. She uncrossed her legs; spread them slightly, before re-crossing them and leaning toward me.

"Aren't you hot?" She asked sweetly.

"Yeah." I managed to croak.

"Well why don't you take that old robe off then." She said conspiratorially as she reached out and placed her hand on my leg. "Don't be shy. After all it's just the two of us here." She finished as she began to run her hand up my thigh.

I shivered beneath her touch as her hand slid ever higher on my leg. I watched the expression on her face as she teased my flesh with her soft fingers. Finally her fingers touched the protruding head of my rock hard cock and I saw her eyes go wide with surprise.

"God you're big." She exclaimed with soft wonder as she pushed her hand into the leg of my boxers and gently stroked my mighty lance. I watched as her expression went from teasing, to surprise, to yearning while her hand stroked the length of my massive shaft.

The touch of her hand on my oaken staff broke the spell of awe for me and I leaned back to enjoy the feel of her fingers moving along the length of my fiery javelin.

I untied the belt to my robe and pushed it to the side, exposing more of my rock hard cock to her view. She stroked it hungrily with her hot hand while I watched dispassionately.

"Mmmm, why don't you take off that hot robe?" She cooed, her words fairly dripping with desire.

"I took a long sip from my drink and replied coolly, "Sure sweetie, just let me stand up for a second and I will."

"Umm, yeah." She moaned and she reluctantly released my slithering snake. She sat back on the couch and raised her drink to her lips with a trembling hand.

I took another sip from my drink, sat it down in the cup holder, and rose slowly from the chair. My robe hung loosely on my shoulders. I shrugged it off and let it slide to the floor, then I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my boxers and pushed them off.

I heard a gasp from Amber's lips as the full glory of my rock hard penis was exposed to her wondering eyes. I put my hand around it and gently stroked it while she watched mesmerized.

"God you're beautiful." She moaned enthusiastically, and I knew that she was not talking about my body.

I mean I'm not that bad looking in an old fart sort of way. I stand six foot two inches and weigh a robust two hundred and twenty pounds, with a forty-eight inch chest and a thirty-six inch waist. That I would never be confused with Brad Pitt any time soon is an understatement of monumental proportions.

However my penis is another matter. I am sure that there are larger and nicer ones in this world but most women consider mine fine, too large even by some. It is eight inches long and at full arousal is as big around as my wrist. It is nice enough to look upon, and when a woman sees it she forgets all about my paunch and concentrates on my punch.

Amber put her drink to her lips and drained her glass. I could see the glassy look of desire in her soft eyes. Her tongue darted nervously along her lips, and her breathing became labored.

"You're next." I said softly.

"Oh god, I hope so." She husked.

I'd meant that she was next to get naked, but the obviousness of her desire brought other thoughts to my mind. Still stroking my iron hard rod I walked the couple of steps separating us. I stood with my rock hard shaft directly in front of her lips and stroked down the length of my mighty lance.

A single drop of precum formed on the tip of my dick and Amber watched entranced until the purple head of my rigid cock brushed the soft skin of her lips. I moved my dick from side to side and spread the precum across her tender lips; her tongue darted out and slowly licked her lips clean and then stroked at the tender tip of my raging ram.

I put my hand to the back of Amber's head and gently drew her toward me. Amber's lips parted and my massive meat slipped into the sultry warmth of her mouth. I pushed into her mouth a couple of inches and held there as she ran her tongue over the sides of my rigid cock.

She moaned as she licked at the hot flesh of my ready meat. The sound of her passion nearly drove me over the edge and I didn't want to cum just yet so I allowed her to stroke her mouth up and down my shaft a couple of time and then I pulled my steely shaft from the wonderful warmth of her mouth.

"Uh oh, no." She objected pleadingly as my flesh left the confines of her mouth.

I reached down and held out my hands. She looked at them uncomprehendingly for a moment before she brought her hands to mine. I pulled amber to her feet and ran my hands over her shoulder. "Why don't you take all this off baby." I said indicating her diaphanous nighty.

Still gazing at the wonder of my Johnson she reached down and lifted the hem of her negligee up and over her head. She let the garment drop to the couch and reached for my crank once more.

"Now there, slow down baby. Take the rest off now." I said softly.

Reluctantly she reached down and pushed the sheer thong from her crotch and let it drop to the floor.

"Mmmm, nice baby. Now doesn't that feel better?" I intoned softly.

She reached out to stroke my rigid digit and said dreamily, "Oh yeah."

I leaned over and placed my hand to her firm breast and gently stroked it. "Mmmm." She moaned softly.

I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her softly, and then more passionately, until our lips melted together and our tongues intertwined in the dance of passion. I heard her moan as we continued to kiss ardently. 

Amber released her grip from my rock hard rod and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pulled our bodies together tighter and tighter as the passion of the kiss increased. I rubbed my cock against her stomach as we kissed and she moaned at the contact.

I ran my hands down her immaculate body, caressing her soft back, grazing the soft skin on her waist, ending up finally on her firm, round buttocks. I gently caressed the soft flesh of her ass and pulled her close using them as a handle.

With my hands still gripping her buttocks I slowly stood erect once more, lifting her slight body with me. Standing upright once more my cock was poised against the sultry mouth of Amber's wet slit. As my dick made contact with her labia, Amber wrapped her legs automatically around my waist. I pushed toward her once but my cock wouldn't penetrate her wet wonderland.

Using one hand to support her light body against mine, I pulled the other hand free from her ass and brought it in between us. I used my hand to direct my rock hard cock against the swollen lips of Amber's labia and pushed gently with my hips. The purple head of my mighty meat sank into the sweltering swamp of Amber's slit.