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The Au Pair
by In My Dreams (inmydreamsiwish@hotmail.com)
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After an invigorating holiday rock climbing trip in the
Rocky Mountain National Park, Mick returns home to
enjoy some new highs with the family Au Pair. (MF, rom,
ws, scat)
***
One summer, when I was 19, my parents decided to hire
an Au Pair to look after my younger siblings. Mom was
going to join Dad on a long business trip to Australia
and the South Pacific. When the summer holidays started
I went out to the Rockies to do some serious rock
climbing. I had an awesome time and succeeded in
climbing "The Casual Route" on the Diamond (anything
but casual, rock climbers have a great sense of
humor!).
I returned home one Saturday morning nicely tanned and
extremely fit. As soon as I walked through the front
door my Mother hugged me and welcomed me home with a
great sigh of relief. She always thought I was going to
die on my climbing trips, yet it was safer than driving
on the public highway – there are some real lunatics
behind the wheel out there!
My younger brother and sister were outside getting
tennis lessons from the au pair. Mom said, "Let me take
you out to meet Helen she’s been here for two weeks.
Now don’t be fooled by her looks she is really very
sweet."
As soon as I saw her I gave Mom a playful slap on the
bottom. I might have known, Helen was absolutely
gorgeous – long blond hair, piercing blue eyes and a
perfect figure. I learnt later that her Mother was
Norwegian, her heritage clearly showed through. About
five feet four, she was a perfect match to my five six
(you don’t have to be tall to do hard climbs, just
strong, fit and a little crazy!).
Girls in tennis dresses with their little white
knickers have always driven me nuts – probably the
reason I love the game so much! I always take my time
serving when playing mixed doubles, so I can enjoy the
view. Lobs are good too, as she runs back to make the
return. What can be better than being up at the net
with a great view as she bends forward whilst her
partner serves. I have had many a "playful" erection on
the court. Believe me the girls love it too, I have
often continued the game afterwards with a different
set of balls! Aah what a wonderful game, I played a lot
of tennis that summer!
Mom and Dad left the following week "Now don’t do
anything you shouldn’t" was Moms parting shot with a
huge grin! She knew me well. Helen and I hit it off
right from the start. We had a lot in common and yet
our interests were diverse enough to enjoy discussing a
wide variety of topics. I was majoring in Engineering
at Sussex University with a minor in psychology.
She was an English major with a minor in music at
Oxford. My interest in classical music took an
immediate upturn, I loved hearing (and watching!) her
play the cello. Some times she would play for a few
minutes after tennis, I’m sure she was teasing me! If
you are wondering how, go to a concert and see how the
cello is held.
I had been home for a week or so when my brother and
sister went to stay with friends at the beach for 2
weeks. The first night on our own Helen and I went to a
concert in the City, to hear Arthur Rubenstein play
Beethoven’s fifth piano concerto. My love for classical
music never waned after that performance. During the
interval Helen put her head on my shoulder and sighed
with pleasure. We held hands for the rest of the
concert, and when it finished I turned to her and
kissed her gently on the lips. "Thank you, thank you."
I said, "If you hadn’t come into my life I never would
have heard that performance."
She smiled and returned my kiss, hugging me to her
breasts. There was a nice little wine bar just round
the corner from the concert hall, so we decided to have
a drink to avoid getting caught up in all the traffic.
After a couple of glasses of wine and a large glass of
water, she said "Take me home please, I want to relax
in peace and quiet, the music is still singing in my
head."
We made our way out of the city, but were held up for
thirty minutes by an accident. We still had 20 miles to
go, much of it on winding country lanes. About five
miles from home I noticed her squeezing her thighs
together. Passing through the next village the street
lights revealed that she was now tapping her knee up
and down.
"Are you Okay?" I said, hoping for the best!
"I shouldn’t have had that second glass of water. If
you don’t get me home soon I’m going to wet myself,"
she laughed.
A good sign! I stepped on it and as we entered our
driveway I saw that she had her hand up her dress
obviously holding herself. Not so easy with the full
length evening dress she was wearing.
"Quick," she said. "Please go and open the door, I’m
not sure I’m going to make it."
I leaped out of the car and ran to open the door (one
at least has to appear to be trying, and I wasn’t sure
yet if she enjoyed my other sport). She rushed past me,
no longer able to hold herself, and dashed into the
loo. I heard a couple of muffled cries followed by a
rustle as she pulled her knickers down.
As I heard the sound of the toilet lid being flung
open, she audibly sighed; a sign of pleasure perhaps? I
was treated to another of my favourite sounds. The hiss
and splashing went on for an amazingly long time – this
girl had capacity! Yes, he was hard as steel.
I went into the kitchen to make coffee. When she
appeared I grinned and said "Did you make it then?" (a
sort of open ended question, unlikely to offend if my
analysis of events was incorrect!). She replied with a
smile, "Pretty much, I’m going to go upstairs and
change out of this dress." As she turned around I was
almost certain I could see a little wet spot.
She came back down wearing a pretty little sun dress,
and joined me in the living room. I had turned the
lights down low, and put on one of her CDs hoping I had
made the right choice. I offered her a nightcap of
Glenlivet whiskey which my Dad kept for special
occasions. Finishing our drinks we leaned back on the
sofa, and she cuddled into me saying "Thank you so
much, this has been a beautiful evening. How did you
know these piano sonatas, are my favourites?"
"Lucky guess." I said putting my arm around her, and
stroking her silky hair.
We turned towards each other and had our first real
kiss. It lasted a long time. I gently stroked the back
of her neck slowly bringing my fingers round to cup her
breast through her dress. Her kisses intensified and
she started to rub my back. Taking my time I slipped my
fingers down the front of her dress and unclipped her
bra.
My first feel of her perfect breasts went directly to
my penis. Her nipples were fully erect and she started
moaning. I felt her hand stroking my thigh and we
gradually reclined on the couch. There was no
resistance as my hand made its way slowly up the inside
of her thigh. She pulled her mouth away and whispered,
"It’s OK, they’re dry, I changed them." I felt her
smiling as her lips came back to mine for a gentle
kiss. Her knickers aren’t going to stay that way for
long, I thought, as I slid my fingers over the thin
cotton.
It was a long and extremely pleasurable finish to our
evening. As we went upstairs to bed, I whispered, "So
you did wet yourself then; was it nice?"
She smiled and replied, "Well you know I didn’t do it
all in my knickers, I could tell you were listening at
the door- and yes, it was nice." We went to our
separate rooms, though I was a little disappointed she
didn’t invite me to sleep with her. The disappointment
was not to last for long.
The first I knew was when I woke up feeling warm and
wet around my balls and bottom. For a split second I
thought I had wet myself, but then I heard a hissing
sound and realized Helen was squatting over my balls
wetting in her knickers and rubbing herself! She came
as she finished weeing; I thought what the heck I’m wet
anyway, now it’s my turn.
I pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side and
fingered her sopping cunt. I then eased my cock into
her knickers, pushed a finger into her bottom and
pissed for all I was worth. The feeling was intense and
she furiously rubbed her clit seemingly in a continual
orgasm gasping, "Don’t stop, don’t stop."
My bladder was soon empty and I was rock hard. I thrust
my cock up her cunt, or rather she impaled herself on
me, and commenced a glorious fuck continuing to push my
finger in and out of her anus. She had come down from
her monumental orgasm and began to work my cock with
her cunt muscles. As she did so I sensed her straining
and suddenly she was wetting herself again. This was
positively too much for me and I exploded inside her,
as the hot sopping wet crotch of her knickers rubbed
over my balls. She came again at the same time and
collapsed on top of me frantically kissing and tonguing
me.
We cuddled for a while lying in the warmth of our wet
underwear and sheets. Before long it started to get
cold and Helen went and got fresh underwear, laughing
as she said, "We will need these for the morning!" We
"spooned" together on the dry side of the bed with one
of my hands fondling her delightful breast and the
other down the front of her knickers. Her free hand was
in my underpants cupping my balls.
When I awoke in the late morning she was lying with her
head in the crook of my arm, her soft golden hair
nestling against my ear. I slowly stroked her breasts,
lightly brushing my palm over her nipples. She began to
stir so I started to stroke the front of her knickers
over her slit. I could feel and see her getting wet so
I slipped my finger under the elastic into her cunt. As
I finger fucked her she spread her legs apart and
pushed down on the top of my head. I moved down the
bed, pulled her gusset to one side and started to lick
up and down her very wet slit pushing another finger in
to stimulate her G spot.
As I picked up the pace she pulled my face into her
crotch and came. Her thick juices poured over my
fingers and tongue – what a wonderful taste! "Mmmmm,"
she said, "now I’m bursting for a pee," and rolled over
on top of me. My penis was rock hard as she gently slid
up and down over it.
I almost came in anticipation of what she was about to
do. She started to gently kiss me and I began to feel
the first few drops of wee as she slowly started to wet
herself. I pushed my thighs together causing her hot
offering to pool around my balls, gently trickling down
my crack caressing my anus. She continued with this
careful release until her knickers were saturated and I
was bathed in a hot pool of her pee.
She sat up, kneeled between my legs, which I stretched
apart, pulled the font of my underpants down and slid
her fingers under my balls to my wet anus. Her mouth
encompassed my cock as she gently slid her finger up my
rectum. As my anus loosened up she added a second
finger and began to stroke my prostate. The sensation
was incredible. "Bear down on my fingers," she said.
I did this which further loosened my anus and allowed
her fingers more freedom to pleasure me. "That’s
wonderful, but it will make me poop in my underpants if
I keep doing it," I said (hopefully!).
She chuckled and said, "That is what I hoped would
happen, push harder and let it go."
I did so and a large load began to slide around her
fingers out of my anus into her hand. She swirled her
fingers around in the hot mess continuing to rub my
prostate. With the palm of her hand she squeezed my
poop over my balls as her head bobbed up and down on my
cock. I was close to a monumental orgasm as my
underpants filled up.
She now had her other hand around my cock pumping and
squeezing me as she continued to suck me. Her bottom
was sticking up and she suddenly lifted her mouth off
my cock and said, "Cum now; I’m about to shit in my
knickers too."
I pushed even harder and felt a very hot load flood
around her fingers and my balls as I heard the crackle
of her filling her knickers. I instantly came with
several spurts splashing in her face. She sat back
squishing her poop around her bottom, then leaned
forward so I could thrust my hand down the front of her
knickers. She was still messing in them, as I also
pushed out the last of mine.
My cock had slightly softened and I was now desperate
to pee. I aimed at the front of her knickers and let
go, flooding into them. Making her feel as though she
was wetting herself again took her over the edge to a
huge climax. Her sticky juices gushed out adding to the
mess in her knickers.
She fell forward onto my chest and started to hump her
messy, soggy knickers over my newly stiff cock and
balls. I didn’t actually come, but felt as though I
did. She reached between my legs and massaged my messy
underpants over my bottom, as I returned the favor
pushing on her very full knickers.
Quite a cleanup, but oh what delightful, uninhibited
fun.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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