‘I can’t believe how this badly this night sucked.’ You think as you drive home.
You hadn’t been out on a date in years.
It is tough enough being a single father; caring for the kids, working (from home when you can), getting the kids to school, ensuring everyone gets a good meal, and everything else that needs done to keep the house clean.
You were happy when your coworker Frank, set you up on this “blind date”, and lucky that the college girl from down the street was home for the holidays, and was willing to babysit your kids for cash. At least you thought it was going to go well.
The babysitter showed up on time, wearing yoga pants, a t-shirt and carrying a bag with books and stuff.
“The kids are eating dinner. I made them their favorite; chicken fingers and mac & cheese. If you could just make sure they help you clean off the table, and put their dirty dishes in the sink, I will load and run the dishwasher when I get back.” You said.
“I brought a few books and games for the kids. We might even watch a movie or two if they are good.” She responded. You handed her a slip of paper, “Here is my cell phone number, if there is an emergency. And if it is serious…”
“If it is serious, I will call 911 first and then call you. In school I took First Aid and CPR. Go and have a good time. Your kids are safe with me.” She assured you.
She was right about that. The kids appear to be safe. You didn’t get any calls during the dinner, but that was the only thing that went right.
When you got to the restaurant, they didn’t have your reservation. They assured you that “they might be able to fit you in, if you could confirm when your date would arrive.”
She wasn’t there yet, so you called the number that Frank gave you. It went to a message saying that “The voice mailbox for the number you dialed is full. You cannot leave a message. Goodbye.” You tried a couple more times, hoping it would go through, but didn’t.
About 40 minutes later, a woman in a stunning evening gown, arrives. She looks similar to the photo Frank showed you, so you walk up and ask if she was looking for you. She looks at your wrinkled sport coat with an old stain on the cuff, the cartoon character tie that your daughter picked out for you to wear, and your hair which is messy from you nervously running your hands through it, while waiting for her.
“Oh. You are not what Frank described.” She said in a disappointed tone. “Is our table ready?” you explained that the restaurant didn’t have your reservation.
You ask the Host, if there is a table for two, available. He explained that there will be a wait of about 30 minutes or more, and that they really should have placed a reservation. He pointed you to the bar. You told your date that it will be a 30-minute wait, but there is room at the bar.
She exhales in frustration and goes to the Host. She demands, in a loud voice, to be seated, immediately. She is about to make a scene.
You feel so embarrassed. Walking up, you gently take her arm, and apologize to the Host, and lead her to the bar. “If you made the reservation, they should have it and we should be seated.” She said in a too loud tone. “Did you make it, or didn’t you?” she continues.
“I thought I did. With everything going on with work, and the kids getting ready for holiday break, maybe I made a mistake and forgot to call.” You say in a calm tone, trying to have her lower her voice.
“Maybe I made a mistake too.” She says loudly. “Frank said you needed help. You need more than that. Hopefully I can salvage my evening.” She then got her cell phone from her purse. “Hey, yea. I’m leaving now. That loser your brother set me up with was a waste. I will see you at the club and we can go dancing.” She hung up. “You should probably go back to your kids. I had back up plans. Just in case tonight was a bust.” And she walked away.
You tell the Host not to worry about it, and you slowly drive back home. The Traffic leaving the city, going back to the suburbs was worse than you expected. By the time you get home it is still earlier than what you told the babysitter.
The house is mostly dark except for a light from the living room.
You quietly enter the house, and remove your sport coat.
She is sitting on the couch reading a book on human physiology. In a hushed tone you ask “How were the kids?”
She looks up, closes the book, and answers “They were great. They finished eating and rinsed their plates. We put everything in the dishwasher and ran it. Your son made sure everything was stacked correctly.” She smiled at that.
“You have great kids. I let them pick a Disney movie, and afterwards they washed up, brushed their teeth, and went to bed. Your daughter asked if I would read to her. She had me read a couple of chapters of the book you have been reading to her.”
You reach in to your wallet and pull-out money and a tip. “I really appreciate you coming over. You earned it.” She takes the money and looks at her watch.
“I thought you would be out longer. You still have an hour on the clock. So how was your date?” she asks as she sits up and folds her shapely legs under her.
You sigh, as you pull off your tie. “The restaurant didn’t have the reservations and it went downhill from there.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. I know you don’t go out much. Your kids told me this is the first time that you have gone out in a long while.”
“You don’t want to hear about that. What were you reading?” you ask changing the subject.
“That is my Human Physiology text book. I am studying to be a physical therapist.”
“Oh, is that why the yoga pants? You work on stretching and muscles?” you ask, genuinely curious.
“No. I like them because they are comfortable, and they show off my body. I have to work out all the time, so I have the strength and flexibility that will be needed. I also do yoga and am learning massage techniques. Would you like to see?” She asks as she stands up, her long hair is in a ponytail along her back, as she begins her various yoga poses. Her body is so firm and tight. You try not to stare.
As she does Downward Facing Dog, you are look at her firm ass, and you blush. She stops and stands in front of you. “I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?”
“No, the opposite. It’s been years since I had anyone show their body off to me like that. Even fully clothed.”
“Really. It has been years since you were with someone?” she asks quietly.
You nod. “Shortly after my daughter was born, my marriage fell apart. The wife found someone else and wanted a new start. My focus was on the kids after that.”
You stand up. “You should go home; you don’t need to hear about that. And you have all of those college guys back at school.”
She slowly unbuttons your shirt. “But college boys aren’t men. I want a man tonight. Especially one who hasn’t had sex in years.” She kisses your hairy chest. Her lips are soft and warm on your skin. You untuck her t-shirt and reach up. You feel the smooth skin of her small firm breasts. “No bra tonight?” you ask. “I don’t like them. If I wasn’t coming over, I might have worn a sports bra and nothing else.” You slowly rub her nipples. Your cock is getting hard as she kisses her way down your stomach.
Letting go of her nipples you back up towards the couch. She unbuckles your belt and opens your pants. The tip of our cock pokes up from the waistband of your ‘tighty whiteys’. “Mmmm so classic. You are a real ‘daddy’.” She says as she pulls your cock free. “But you really should trim up that bush.”
“What, don’t college boys have pubic hair?” you ask. She licks the tip. Her tongue is so wet and smooth. Her grip on your shaft feels so good.
“College guys, trim or wax. Just like the men in porn.” She says and then licks down your shaft. You place your hands on her head. Her hair is so smooth and silky. You feel the suction of her warm, wet mouth, as she takes you deeper. This feels so good, and it has been so long, you aren’t going to last much longer.
She pulls back her mouth and smiles up at you. “Mmmm you are going to cum. Your cock is so slick and tasty now.” She strokes it faster, and her fingers grip the tip and milk it.
You grab her head and lock your knees. You feel your orgasm move from your back and through your cock. “Oh God” you say louder than you planned.
She pumps you and licks your jism as it drips on her hand and down your shaft. “Mmmm Tasty. I like it. So thick and rich. You really haven’t cum in a while.”
You hear the timer on her phone ding.
She stands up and kisses your mouth. You taste your jizz on her lips.
“It’s time I head back home.” She says.
You just realized that you are breathing harder than you thought.
She puts her book into her bag.
“I set the alarm for when you said you would be back. If you hadn’t gotten home, I would have called you, and then my folks. Oh, before I forget…”
She grabs her phone. “Hi Dad, yes, I should be home in a few minutes. He just got back. Yes, he paid me and gave me a tip too. Ok Dad, I will tell him.” And she hangs up. “My dad said that if you need me to baby sit anytime during the holidays, just ask.”
She walks closer and whispers in your ear, “If you want me to teach you yoga, maybe I can come over when you are alone and teach you some stretches, and techniques that you might need the next time you have a date.”
As you pull up your pants, you give her a confused look.
“When is the last time you ate pussy? You have a yummy cock, but I really like to have my pussy eaten. If we had more time and the kids weren’t here, I would show you what I mean.”
You swallow and clear your throat. “Thank you, I will keep that in mind. I would like to learn Yoga. I don’t have time to work out, and learning how to exercise when I am working from home might be a good idea.”
She kisses your cheek and goes to the door.
“I go back to school in another week, if you are really interested, call me before then.” You hold up your cell phone. ‘Thank you, I will’ and she closes the door behind her.
