Michael sat at his desk, staring blankly at the equations scribbled across his notebook. Higher mathematics was no joke, and he was struggling to keep up. He looked over at Agnes, his 25-year-old babysitter, who was trying her best to explain the concepts to him.
“Look, Michael,” Agnes said, exasperated. “It’s not that hard. You just need to understand the fundamentals.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But it’s just so boring.”
Agnes sighed and stood up, walking over to Michael’s side of the desk. She leaned over him, her chest pressing against his back as she pointed to the equations. Michael felt a stirring in his pants as he breathed in her scent.
“See, Michael,” Agnes said, her voice husky. “If you just focus on the numbers, it’s not so bad.”
Michael couldn’t help himself. He reached up and placed his hand on Agnes’s thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin through her skirt. Agnes tensed up but didn’t pull away.
“Michael,” she warned. “We’re here to work, not to…you know.”
Michael ignored her and slid his hand further up her skirt, feeling the softness of her skin. Agnes let out a soft moan as he reached her panties, her breath hot on his neck.
“Michael, we can’t do this,” Agnes said, but her voice was weak.
Michael didn’t care. He was too caught up in the moment, in the feeling of Agnes’s body against his. He turned his head and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. Agnes responded, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
Michael pulled Agnes onto his lap, her skirt riding up to reveal her bare thighs. He slipped his fingers under her panties, feeling the wetness of her pussy. Agnes gasped and broke the kiss, her head thrown back in pleasure.
Michael took advantage of her momentary lapse in judgment and slipped his fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench around him. Agnes moaned, her hips grinding against his hand.
“Michael, we can’t,” Agnes said, but her voice was breathless and weak.
Michael ignored her, his fingers moving faster inside her. He could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, her breathing becoming ragged.
“Michael, please,” Agnes begged, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Michael didn’t stop. He wanted to make her come, to feel her pussy clenching around his fingers. And finally, she did. Agnes cried out, her body shaking as she came.
Michael pulled his fingers out of her and licked them clean, savoring the taste of her juices. Agnes looked at him, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
“Michael,” she said, her voice soft.
Michael grinned. “Yeah?”
Agnes looked down at her skirt, which was still hiked up around her waist. “We need to…clean up.”
Michael chuckled and stood up, pulling Agnes up with him. He led her to his bedroom, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Agnes looked at him, her eyes wide. “Michael, we can’t do this.”
Michael grinned. “Why not?”
Agnes hesitated for a moment before answering. “Because…because I’m your babysitter.”
Michael shrugged. “So? You’re also a woman, and I want you.”
Agnes looked at him for a long moment before finally nodding. Michael grinned and pulled her close, his hands roaming over her body.
They didn’t stop until the sun came up, their bodies entwined in a tangle of pleasure and desire. And when it was all over, Michael looked at Agnes, his eyes soft.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice sincere.
Agnes smiled. “Anytime, Michael.”
And they both knew that it wouldn’t be the last time.
