The man of the house returns

Laurel sat on the couch with Caitlin Garrett’s face resting against her neck and shoulder. The little girl slept in deep contentment. If I were only babysitting, I’d almost feel guilty taking Mr. Garrett’s money, she thought. Getting paid to spend an evening playing with this little snugglebug? It almost seems unfair to ask to be paid for something I’ve enjoyed so much.

Of course, Laurel told herself wryly, the same could be said for what I’ll be doing after he gets home. At least, I hope I’ll enjoy it that much. She glanced at the clock. He should be home soon. I should put Caitlin to bed and toss this burpcloth in the laundry. She stood up carefully and went to put the little girl down for the night.

She had just retaken her seat on the couch when she heard the garage door open. She waited for Mr. Garrett’s footsteps and looked up as he came into the room. A little thrill went through her at the delight on his face when he saw her sitting there. Laurel stood and walked toward him. “How did the meeting go, Mr. Garrett?” she asked.

“Well, I think,” he responded with a wry smile, his voice low and husky. “I’m not completely certain—I had a fair bit of trouble focusing on the discussion. Something to do with the babysitter waiting at home for me.”

A much larger thrill went through Laurel at his words. She could feel her little pussy getting wet. “Well, I guess we’ll have to do something about that,” she replied, trying to keep her voice light (and almost succeeding).

“You’re fucking right we will,” Mr. Garrett growled. He grabbed her by the ass with both hands, squeezed, and pulled her hard against the impressive bulge in his pants. Laurel moaned and ground herself against him. He kissed her neck, then nipped her ear and murmured, “I need to see you. I need to feel you. I need to taste you. Don’t think you’re going home any time soon—I have a lot built up, and you’re taking it all.”

“I don’t need to go home tonight at all, Mr. Garrett,” Laurel purred. Her voice rose to a squeak when he probed her ear with his tongue. “I brought a bag—ooooh, you’re so hard, Mr. Garrett—and told my parents not to wait up for me. I can fuck you all night if you want.”

“We’ll have to see what we can do about that,” he rumbled. “You little minx.”