Working at the Whale’s residence is something Jill always looks forward to. Mr. and Mrs. Whales are simply very good and heartwarming people. Plus, the house is gorgeous. It is a ten-room mansion, with its own infinity pool, a lush garden, and a well-manicured lawn. Their son, Malik is 7 and is pretty much an adult with a world of his own. He is often on the attic or his room, but his extremely adorable once on the mood.
Mrs. Whales Gladys, as she wants to be addressed is a svelte woman in her mid-thirties. She’s always dressed elegantly and her hands glitter with enough diamonds that can blind someone if they stare too long. From time to time, Jill would sneak in her closet just to see her collection of stilettos and perfumes. She’s beautiful and filthy rich. She’s often away on business trips as she is in-charge of their chain of restaurants all over the country.
Mr. Whales Pierre, is someone who could be mistaken as a Hollywood actor with his brown hair and stormy grey eyes that seem distant and aloof, but mellows down to a peaceful deep blue shade when he’s in good mood. Jill never saw much of Mr. Whales during her first few weeks working for the family. He’s been on a Caribbean cruise and had just returned, looking all tanned and god-like.
This particular Friday afternoon, she was all by herself at the living room when Mr. Whales arrived. Malik is still at school and will arrive in half an hour. She went early because class was dismissed an hour ahead and she had nowhere to go anyway. She was watching some chick flick when Mr. Whales handed her something. It was a beautifully wrapped package done in pink, with fine silver strings tied as ribbons. “Open it. A little something, for taking good care of Malik. He can be very unpredictable but he seems to like you a lot.”
Jill smiled and hurriedly opened the charming box and inside was a blue bracelet made from lapis lazuli. “Wow. This is beautiful. Thank you so much.”
Mr. Whales nodded and smiled. “I picked that because they are the exact color of your eyes. I am glad you liked it.”
“Like it? Are you kidding? This is like the coolest thing. Could you put it for me?” She held out her hand and watched as the clasp clicked. “Thanks, Mr. Whales.”
A bubble of laughter escaped his lips. “Please call me Pierre. You’re like family to us.” She leaned a bit forward, revealing a shadow slash on her chest. He averted his eyes. It was the first time he has seen Jill up close and noted her creamy smooth skin and her naturally pink cheeks. Her most stunning feature however is her full bottom lip. It looks red and juicy and absolutely tempting. She licked her bottom lip and his eyes were glued to her face. She flicked her chestnut hair and smiled at him. “You’re very nice, Pierre.” She stood up, wearing skinny jeans and a camisole top inside her white cardigan. She kissed him lightly on the cheek and whispered ever so slightly. “Thanks.” She teasingly licked his earlobes. “Sorry. I’ve always wanted to do that. You’re kinda like my fantasy come to life.” She laughed as she stood.
A few minutes ticked by and Jill’s phone rang. “Hello.”
“Jill, I picked up Malik. We’ll be having an early dinner so he’ll be late. For the meantime, make yourself comfortable. Mr. Whales and I will be meeting some friends later so I want you to stay the night. Will that be fine? You can sleep in one of the guest rooms.”
“Sure, Mrs. Whales. That should be no problem.”
“Okay. See you in a while.”
“Mrs. Whales said she picked up Malik and they’d be a bit late.” She told Mr. Whales.
Jill sat on the couch and removed her cardigan. She knows he was watching her so she leaned down to get a magazine from the rack nearby. Her top drooped as she bent, revealing some delectable skin underneath her top. At 18, her figure is phenomenal and Pierre stared to look at the pair of her full breasts so obvious through her camisole top. Pierre sat down beside her and caressed her face. “You’re so beautiful.” Boldly, she took his hand and licked its palm. She drew each finger inside her mouth one by one. “I see you watching me. I know you’re hard right now and you want to undress me bit by bit and touch my body. You are lusting for me, aren’t you?”
“I’m easy you know. Like I said, you’re like my fantasy come to life.” She took off her cardigan, revealing her bright pink bra and her tits a bit too big for her bra cups. She stood up and shoved her breasts on Pierre’s face. He kissed the valley between her breasts and licked the exposed top skin above her bra. She moaned as his mouth made contact with her skin, loving his slow tentative movements. He carried her and sat her astride his lap while removing her bra. Her young breasts sprang free and she sighed as Pierre took her small nipples in his mouth. “Oh Mr. Whales, give me more.” She gripped his head and held it against her fullness. “I’ve always fantasized you doing this. Whenever I touch myself, I imagine you sucking my tits like this and I come like crazy…” His hands caressed her waist and kissed her mouth with supreme urgency. His tongue teased her lips, sending shivers down her spine. She whispered in his ear. “They may arrive any minute. We should stop.” He was panting like crazy as she dressed up. He nodded and fixed himself. “I’ll go upstairs.”
Upstairs, Pierre struggled to walk with a hard-on. He was transfixed by what just happened. He had his share of women but never did he imagine himself being this aroused by a babysitter. Jill was so young for him but she acted every inch a woman, with a trace of vulnerability that was so amazing. He thought about the kiss they shared, the way his breasts felt on his hands. It was mind blowing. The fact that it all happened in this grand house made it all crazy. Crazy steamy. He closed his eyes and vowed never to be near her like that again. She’s a walking temptation and it would do him well if he avoided her for good.
Malik is busy with his computer games the entire night so, it had been quite very relaxing for Jill. She thought about what happened this afternoon at the Whale’s living room and her body began to tingle with the thought. Ever since Pierre returned from his cruise, she became more aware of him. It was true that she did fantasize about him, but the whole thing got worse for her these past few days. It started last week when she happened to be early. She was lazing on the hammock and from her vantage point, she can she Mr. Whales in his black trunks. His body is amazing. He is all muscle, perfectly tanned, and well-endowed. His manly bulge is so evident even from many feet away. She felt a familiar stirring inside her. She had been with two men before—men that are her age, and while she was always satisfied, she always had a thing for mature men. Mature—not old. At 38, Pierre is just perfect. The thought of his strong hands against her skin and that cock entering her is always a welcome thought. She wondered how it would feel like being fucked by someone blessed with that huge dick. Maybe then, she’d totally feel like a woman.
The truth is that even before Pierre returned from his cruise, he had been the constant subject of her thoughts. While she was looking for movies to watch, she happened to see a very strange looking DVD compilation. It was bound and contains more than 10 discs. Everything was labelled as “PG”—-PG Honeymoon, PG Hawaii, PG Maldives, PG Fourth of July, PG Vegas and so on. She took the discs to the computer and copied two on her flash disk out of curiosity. When she got home, she opened the files and she stared with mouth agape in front of her computer screen.
PG Honeymoon and PG Maldives the files she copied turned out to be sex videos of the Whales. It was the most scandalous thing she had ever witnessed, simply because she knew both of them. Both files were so hot that she had two masturbate twice the night she watched them. In both videos, Mrs. Whales’ orgasms were such a turn on. Truth be told, Jill never even had an orgasm all her life. She would touch herself lightly, but she never reached her climax. She envied Mrs. Whales since then.