Lola Aiko- The Babysitters Diary

Title: The Naughty Babysitter’s Diary: Lola Aiko’s Steamy Evening

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow across the neighbourhood as Lola Aiko pulled up to the Johnson residence. The petite brunette had been babysitting for the Johnson kids for months now, but tonight felt different. There was a strange energy in the air, a tension she couldn’t quite place.

Lola rang the doorbell and was greeted by a frantic Mr. Johnson. “Oh, thank god you’re here, Lola. We’re late for our anniversary dinner and the kids are already in bed. If they wake up, just give them some milk and put them back to sleep, okay?”

“Of course, no problem,” Lola replied with a smile, trying to hide her unease. As the Johnsons rushed out, she cautiously entered the house, closing the door behind her. The silence was deafening, save for the soft ticking of a clock in the living room.

Lola made her way upstairs, peeking into the kids’ rooms to ensure they were indeed asleep. As she turned to leave, she heard a noise coming from the master bedroom at the end of the hall. Curiosity got the better of her, and she tiptoed towards the sound.

Pushing open the door, she gasped. There on the bed lay Mr. Johnson, pants pooled around his ankles, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. His wife was nowhere to be seen, but there was no mistake about what was happening. He was pleasuring himself, his large cock standing at attention as he stroked it vigorously.

Lola’s heart raced. She should turn away, leave, but she found herself transfixed by the scene. Mr. Johnson’s moans grew louder, more urgent, and then, with a deep groan, he came, his seed shooting forth and landing on his chest.

For a moment, there was only silence, save for their heavy breathing. Then Mr. Johnson’s eyes snapped open, and he let out a startled yelp. “Lola! What the hell are you doing here?”

“I… I’m so sorry, Mr. Johnson,” Lola stammered, her face flushed with embarrassment and… something else. Something she didn’t want to admit. “I heard a noise and thought something was wrong. I didn’t mean to…”

Mr. Johnson seemed to regain his composure, tucking himself away and standing up. “No, it’s fine. I’m sorry you had to see that. It’s just been a long day and… well, you know how it is.”

Lola nodded, unable to meet his gaze. But as she turned to leave, Mr. Johnson’s hand on her arm stopped her. “Lola, wait. Look, since you’re here and the kids are asleep… maybe you could help me out again? Just this once?”

Lola’s eyes widened as she finally looked up at him. His eyes were dark with lust, his voice low and suggestive. At that moment, she knew she should refuse. She should leave, go home, forget this ever happened. But the sight of his hard, throbbing cock, the desperate, needy look on his face… it was too much.

Slowly, Lola sank to her knees before him, her hands finding his belt buckle. “I… I’ve never done this before,” she whispered, looking up at him through her lashes.

Mr. Johnson smiled, his hand cupping her chin. “That’s okay, doll. I’ll guide you through it. Just use your mouth, okay? And if it gets too much, just tap my leg.”

Lola nodded, her heart hammering in her chest as she pulled his pants down again, revealing his hard, thick cock once more. She reached out tentatively, her fingers barely grazing the hot, velvety skin. It twitched under her touch, and Mr. Johnson groaned.

Emboldened, Lola wrapped her hand around the shaft, her thumb rubbing over the leaking tip. She brought her mouth close, her breath warm and humid against him, and then, with a deep breath, she took him into her mouth.

The taste of him hit her tongue, salty and musky, and she gagged slightly. Mr. Johnson’s fingers threaded through her hair, urging her forward. “That’s it, doll. Just like that. Take it deep.”

Lola obeyed, taking him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. She bobbed her head rhythmically, finding a steady pace that made Mr. Johnson groan in pleasure. His hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements.

Meanwhile, Lola could feel her own arousal building. The feeling of him in her mouth, the sounds of his pleasure, the knowledge that she was giving him such intense satisfaction… it all turned her on more than she’d ever admit.

Lola’s free hand moved to her own body, slipping under her skirt to touch herself. She was dripping wet, her panties soaked through. As she sucked Mr. Johnson off, she stroked her aching clit, losing herself in the dual sensations.

“Fuck, Lola, you’re going to make me come,” Mr. Johnson growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Lola redoubled her efforts, wanting to taste him, to know what it felt like to bring a man to climax with her mouth.

With a deep, guttural moan, Mr. Johnson came, his seed hitting the back of Lola’s throat. She swallowed instinctively, the taste of him filling her mouth. As he finished, she pulled back, looking up at him with a satisfied smirk.

Mr. Johnson, still catching his breath, helped her to her feet. “That was… incredible, Lola. Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Lola blushed, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. “I should go. I’ll check on the kids before I leave.”

Mr. Johnson nodded, tugging his pants back up. “Of course. Thank you again, Lola. For everything.”

Lola crept out of the room, her mind racing. What had she just done? She’d crossed a line, done something she never should have. But as she walked down the stairs, she couldn’t help but smile. She’d given Mr. Johnson pleasure like he’d never known before, and she’d discovered a hidden talent along the way. Maybe babysitting wasn’t so bad after all.