A married man, a coed and fooling around in cars.

I stand in front of the mirror touching up my makeup and waiting for Mr. and Mrs. B to get home. Then I run the brush through my flowing honey blonde hair making sure it sits just right. Babysitting isn't the most lucrative side job for a college sophomore but it's party money. The twins usually peter out around 9 pm and I get my TV time in, besides Mr. B is always happy to offer a decent tip on the way home.

I touch up the mascara framing my pale blue eyes until I feel it contrasts just right with my pearly white complexion. I step back and give myself one last look and am happy with what I see. My black knee-length skirt shows off my legs perfectly and the red blouse shows just a hint of cleavage, that last is important since Mrs. B can be such a shrew about modesty. It's easy for her to be a prude considering the bitch is rounder than most objects in the solar system. I pull a perfume bottle out of my bag, dab a bit on my neck and between my breasts. I smile at the mirror, turn, and head downstairs to wait.

It's close to midnight when I hear the key in the door, I look up from the TV just in time to see them walk in. Mr. B enters first. He's a tall man with olive skin and short black hair. Decked out in a smart black suit and leather dress shoes, he looks rather dashing for a man in his early 50s. Mrs. B is close behind him. It's hard to think of a more mismatched couple. She's about 5'5" with short thin mousey brown hair. Where the mister is fit and handsome, the misses sports quite the belly under her modest silver formal dress. I still can't fathom why a banker couldn't do better for himself. Perhaps she let herself go or Mr. B was happy to land someone 10 years younger? Still, I stand and smile at them as Mrs. B's perpetually sour expression settled on me.

"Well Nichole, did the twins give you too much trouble?" She asked hanging her jacket in the closet.

"No, ma'am! As usual, they tired themselves quick watching Disney and were in bed by 8:30ish."

With her back turned toward the closet, Mr. B locked eyes with me. He offered a hungry smile as I licked my lower lip lightly. Mrs. B slowly spun back with the jacket now put away and walked over toward me.

"You look like you had an easy night, dear. What do we owe you?"

"Just the usual, Maddy. $50 and a ride home is my side of the deal," I offer a smile trying to look a bit weary. She nods counting the money out into my hand.

"There you go, sweetheart. I can't tell you how much we appreciate the help on short notice. When I was in college, it was hard to get me to do anything but party on a Friday night!"

She offers an annoyingly high-pitched giggle and I return with my smile again. I'm so ready to be gone. Then the brunette turns back to her husband.

"Be a dear and get poor Nichole back to the dorm. She looks ready to fall asleep on her exhausted little feet."

She offers a quick hug and then rushes upstairs to check the kids. Mr. B smiles at me as he hands my jacket over from the closet.

"Let's get you home, sweetheart."

He walks out to the car and I follow once I have all my stuff together. As I walk out, I notice he's already in the driver's side. I make my way to the other. The air is in the mid-60s so the jackets almost seem like overkill but you never know with a possible light drizzle in the forecast.

As I pull the door shut and belt up, Mr. B puts the car in gear and pulls out of the driveway. The car trip is about 20 minutes one way using the typical route through town with the lights and maze of one-way streets. Mr. B will take the back streets that lead to and through the park though. It cuts the trip in half and gives the two of us time for other things. It's technically closed to the public after dark but they don't bother to lock it up. It doesn't take long before he pulls into a dead-end inside. Three cars could probably fit back here but it's empty now and since the trees are so thick, no one should wander into it especially at this hour. Mr. B shuts off the car and turns the dome light on. We both rolled down the windows for air, took off the shoulder belts and he then leaned over with lust in his eyes.

"Damn I've spent hours dreaming of getting a little of this sugar, baby!"

He wraps his arms around me and we start kissing. I drown in his strong manly scent and the expert way his tongue explores my mouth. A few minutes later I reach down and unzip his slacks, his palms had already slid up my back and unhooked my bra. We were both in quite a mood tonight. He lifted his butt a bit so I could push his boxers down his legs and a veiny, erect 5-inch cock popped up to meet me. I stopped kissing him and pulled away. He let me go and sat back in his seat as I pulled my bra out of the bottom of my blouse and tossed it in the back.

"Well look what you have here, Sebastian," I offered with a lusty little smirk. "Do you have anything else for me?"

He reached down into his pants and pulled his wallet out. After counting out several bills he handed them over and I quickly stuffed them into my purse.

"The same as usual, sweetheart. We can't have you living on ramen now can we?" He leered at me, lust evident in his eyes.

I reached over for his cock with my own wanton grin ready to make him feel really good as always. This wasn't a normal night though because as I did, a bright light shined into the car blinding me. I threw my arm up over my eyes as I heard a deep unfamiliar male voice thunder through the driver's side window and reverberate around the inside of the car.

"Keep your hands where I can see them, folks!"

We both stumbled out of the car dazed and confused as the man shining the light in my face continues to make demands.

"Drop your jackets on the ground and put your hands on the hood of the car!"

I quickly take the windbreaker off and drop it, then I hurry to put my palms on the hood of Mr. B's car. Looking across, I think I can see his blurry form across from me doing the same but I can't be 100% sure because my eyes are still suffering from the light. I hear Mr. B start to talk.

"Look, I have money. . ."

The male voice cuts him off.

"Be very careful what you say, Mr. Brochton. That sounds a lot like it's going to a bribe and that's a serious offense in these parts."

I can hear what sounds like a pair of handcuffs clicking closed on the other side of the car.

"Now I have some serious charges here for you, Mr. Brochton."

I feel the car shift a bit and see the blur across from me move.

"Now don't run off, missy. I'll be back to talk to you in a minute. Your friend is going to sit in the back of my car. The park gate is about 7 miles north but this is rutting season for the bears. It wouldn't be safe to run off in the dark by yourself."

I continue to squint trying to deal with the light he keeps on my face. Damn straight I'm not running anywhere, I'd probably break my neck tripping over something long before I ran into a bear. Mercifully the light finally leaves my face as I see Mr. B's blurry form shift out of sight and hear the occasional breaking twigs and crackling leaves as they walk away. My dark eyesight has been ruined by the glare that was in my face though, all I can see is darkness now.