I Was A Babysitter Who Blew Her Boss

I Was A Babysitter Who Blew Her Boss

I was busy filing papers at work when my boss came in looking stressed out. His wife had been in the hospital for a few days and he was stuck taking care of his small son, as well as still needing to be at work. He looked exhausted.

“Marie out of the hospital?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I’m supposed to go pick her up at the hospital tonight. But the drive is kind of far to shove my son in the car for the trip. I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” he sighed, plopping down in a chair.

“I could watch Emil,” I said, offering my help.

His eyes lit up. “I’ve heard that you’ve babysat for some people around the office.”

I nodded. “I adore children. I don’t mind at all. You don’t even have to pay me. Just make sure you and Marie get home safe.”

He exhaled. “You’re a lifesaver, Camila. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I smiled. Luis and I had a good relationship. He was a great boss. His wife was a peach, and his son was adorable. Unfortunately, Marie had gotten real sick, so she had to be put up in an out-of-town hospital. But, she’d be fine, at least, since he was bringing her home.

“I may be gone a few hours,” he said. “Is that okay with you?”

I waved my hand. “Oh stop, it’s fine. Really, no problem. I’ll show up around..5:30? Would that be okay?”

“5:30 would be fine,” he agreed.

The rest of the day went without much excitement. Later that evening, I showed up at Luis’ house, ready to watch little Emil. I could tell Luis was a little frantic as he was scrambling around the house looking for his keys.

“Okay, so I’ve got Netflix there. This is the remote that controls the TV. There’s mac and cheese on the stove. Emil should eat it right up. His juice cup is in the fridge. If you put him to bed around 8:00, that should be fine. He should just go to sleep. You shouldn’t have to worry about anything.” He said all of this quickly.

I touched his shoulder. “Relax. Breathe,” I said laughing.

He sighed. “Man, I can’t wait until it’s all over. I just wanna bring her home, let her rest, and wait for things to get back to normal.”

“I bet,” I said soothingly. “But hey, at least you know she’s going to be fine.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I’m glad we’re in the clear. All right. I better get a move on. I should be back between 9:00 and 10:00. Is that okay?”

“It’s fine,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Just go,” I urged, pushing him toward the door.

“Daddy!” I heard little Emil appear behind me.

Luis scooped up his son and squeezed him.

“Where you going?” Emil asked his dad, in his cute little toddler voice.

“I’m gonna go get Mommy,” he said, tousseling his son’s hair.

“Mommy’s coming home?” Emil asked, excitedly.

“Yes, and you will see her in the morning.”

“Yay!” the child cheered.

“Yup. And Daddy’s friend Camila is gonna watch you tonight. You need to be a good boy and eat your dinner. Then you go to bed when she tells you. Remember your manners. Okay?”

Emil nodded his head. “Okay Daddy. I’ll be good boy.”

Luis laughed. “You better. Camila, thanks a million for doing this. You’re saving my ass and I appreciate it.”

I smiled. “Sure, no problem. Emil and I will have a blast. Don’t worry about a thing.”

“All right.” And then he was out the door.

Emil and I had a good time together. He was the cutest little kid. He pulled me into his room and began showing me all his toys. It was adorable. I couldn’t wait until I had a little one of my own. I was fresh into adulthood, and really just discovering myself as an adult. Not exactly ready for a baby.

Additionally, I was loving the single life. I had just really started having sex and partying, which was a blast. But it sure as hell didn’t keep me from someday wanting to be a mom. That was the goal.

I made the mac and cheese for Emil. And like Luis said, he ate it all up without a fuss. He was a good kid. After dinner, we settled on the couch and watched Paw Patrol on Netflix. Emil began telling me each and every character’s name in the show.

An hour or so later, I put Emil to bed. He hugged me and asked me to read to him before he went to sleep. After the book, he snuggled up next to his plush Spiderman and closed his eyes. I kept the door cracked and returned to the living room.

Luis and Marie wouldn’t be home for probably another hour, so I pulled out my laptop to do some homework. I put American Horror Story on Netflix.

They came home about an hour later, like I thought they would. Mari looked really out of it. Luis helped her through the door. I stood up and helped take Marie’s purse.

“Hey Camila,” she said softly. “Thanks so much for watching Emil. We really appreciate it,” she said weakly.

“Of course,” I said, concerned. “Don’t worry about it. How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” she admitted. “I feel so drowsy. They gave me medication before I left, and I just want to pass out.”

Luis nodded. “I’m gonna put you to bed, and then I’ll come back to pay you,” he said to me.

“But I said you didn’t have to–”

Marie cut me off. “No way. We’re paying you. Luis will take care of it. Thanks again Camila. I’m going to go pass out now.”

About 15 minutes later, Luis came out of his bedroom and shut the door. We both sat at the kitchen table.

“Tired?” I asked him.

“Like you would not believe,” he laughed.

“But she’s doing good?”

“Yeah, she’s better. She just has to keep up with the meds. How was Emil?”

I laughed. “Emil is an absolute angel. He ate all his food and then educated me in Paw Patrol.”

Luis rolled his eyes. “Of course he did. He loves that show. And he can talk an ear off.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t mind. I really do love children. This is my way of temporarily being a mom.”

Luis changed the subject. “So, a little birdie at work said something I’m curious about.”

“Like, what?” I said, pretending not to know what he was going to ask me. He’d probably heard the rumors.

“Did you sleep with David?” he asked, outright.

I blushed. “Don’t know where you heard that. He’s the assistant manager. Don’t believe everything you hear,” I lied.

Luis laughed. “Well, I heard it straight from him. I just wanna know if he was blowing smoke or…”

“Okay,” I sighed. “Yes. I didn’t want it spread all over the office though. I don’t want to get fired over it.”

“I wouldn’t fire you. The place wouldn’t get along without you,” he said, touching my hand.

I looked up at him. Was my boss flirting with me? In his own house? With his wife sleeping in the other room? Guy had balls. I didn’t move my hand though. I was interested to see where this was going.

“I guess,” he said softly, “I was just wondering, why him? And why not me?” he added, eyes flashing.

I paused. “Well, you’re married. I wouldn’t think you’d be interested,” I said truthfully. I mean, he was hot, but I’m not a homewrecker. At least, I didn’t think I was.

“So, you don’t think that I would kiss you right now?”

I stared at him. “Nah, I think you love your wife. I can’t imagine you trying anything.”

“You’re right,” he admitted. “I do love my wife. But it doesn’t mean I won’t do this–” He leaned over and ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me deeply.

My mind was racing. I returned his kiss and put my arms around his neck. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. His wife was in the other room! But I guess it made it more exciting. We started getting hot and heavy. I watched in disbelief as he led me over to the couch.

“Camila, I want to watch you suck me off. What do you say?”

I guess I was just in shock about what was happening and I responded, “When in Rome,” and dropped to my knees in front of him on the couch. He pulled out his hard dick and waved it at me. Without thinking, I put in my mouth and started running my tongue on the shaft as I sucked. I glanced up at him. He had his head lying back on the couch, eyes closed.

I worked that dick best I could. I could feel his orgasm building up. I pushed his dick down my throat, deep-throating it. He moaned in pleasure. He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed me down, almost choking me, keeping his dick deep in my throat. I felt his hot load rush down my throat. My eyes started watering because it was hard to breathe and his hands still had me pushed down. But he loosened his grip after he came, and I finally came up for air. I wiped the saliva from my chin and swallowed.

“Oh man,” he said. “You swallow?”

I looked at him confused. “I didn’t know there was a choice?”

He laughed. “Man, I wish all girls thought like you.”

We said our goodbyes and never spoke of the incident again.