Untamed Passion

SLIDING INTO HER

Scott Dunstable cursed himself and forced his attention back on the report he was working on. It was overdue, which was totally out of character for him. Try as he might, the numbers and letters kept falling out of focus and his mind kept drifting back to her. Caryn was the cause of Scott’s problem.

Caryn Blake was tiny. Not quite five feet tall, she was physically immature for her age. She wore her platinum blonde hair in pigtails, and she had big round glasses through which she peered myopically with enormous blue

eyes when she talked to him. Her face was pale and she was finely featured, as if she had been chiseled out of a block of marble. A slim, almost boyish figure gave her an overall look that would place her as a

young fifth grader to the unknowing observer rather than the graduating

senior that she in fact was. She was unarguably brilliant, and very mature for an eighteen year old, which made her appearance doubly confusing.

When Scott had first interviewed Caryn for the job of babysitting his eight year old son three years before, he had serious doubts about her suitability because she looked so young. Her adult manner, so at odds with her

appearance, and her obvious intellect, convinced him otherwise. Her performance had been exemplary and his son Tony had been an open

admirer of the young looking Caryn. Scott’s doubts were brushed away and Caryn became a fixture whenever Scott went out (seldom) or had work on a hard deadline (frequently) that kept him from household chores such as laundry, dishwashing, and meal preparation. Scott had become a telecommuter when his wife Liz had died, leaving him with a young son that still needed more attention and care than Scott could provide.

Several women had applied for the job, but the first had been completely unsuitable and a couple of the others had seemed okay but left him feeling uncomfortable. The job paid well, and he even offered a guest bedroom for nights when it was simply not feasible for his employee to go home after

work.

Caryn had worked for him for several weeks before she had felt

comfortable using the guest bedroom. She had come downstairs in a worn chenille bathrobe the next morning, her eyes bleary from the late night but ready for school nevertheless. “You realize that when you stay over you don’t have to be awake after ten or so,” Scott said conversationally, “just having you here and available is enough.” He set his newspaper down and took a sip of coffee from his thick china mug, giving her a wide grin.

She returned his grin with her tiny mouth and said, “I’ll keep that in mind Mr. Dunstable.”

“Since we’re going to be around each other so much,” Scott said, “why don’t we drop the ‘Mr. Dunstable’ thing and you just call me Scott.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Caryn had blushed, a deep rose color, and answered him. “Okay…Scott,” she said quietly. Just as quietly, fifteen year old Caryn had blended into their family as if she belonged there, but she was still so much more mature

acting than he would have expected from a teenager that he began to rely on her as a small adult. It was incongruous, but it worked for them.

Over the three-year period, Scott had come to take her for granted. She seemed to spend more time with him and Tony than she did at her own home, and the guest bedroom had taken on the appearance of her own

bedroom. Caryn had become a permanent part of the family…she cooked, cleaned, and did the laundry, and kept an assortment of clothes and possessions at the house.

Scott, of course, had seen her many times in various states of undress, and he had never paid a great deal of attention to it. She was, after all, underage and very underdeveloped. The morning of her eighteenth birthday, however, Tony had come racing downstairs and leaped at Caryn, giving her a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. Tony didn’t notice, but in wrapping his arm around her he had opened her robe and Scott had a clear view of half of her nude body…and she had been staring straight into his eyes when it happened.

Tony, nearly as big as she was, released her after saying “Happy birthday!” in a loud voice and turned away to pick up his toast and cereal. Caryn, her eyes still locked on Scott’s, very slowly pulled her robe back together, leaving the top substantially more open than it had been earlier.

Scott was stunned, the image of her bare alabaster skin, the tiny breast with its rigid pink tip, the flat hard belly, and the sparse to non-existent hair on her pubic mound burned indelibly into his fevered brain. “She’s legal today,” he thought.

Scott immediately sat up straight and chastised himself mentally for harboring the thoughts he was having…but he was unable to ignore the huge erection in his shorts. Caryn noticed it too. Her small mouth assumed a Mona Lisa smile, and she walked to her place at the table, one bare leg peeking out where her robe came together in front. She looked at him with that odd smile on her face and leaned forward to reach for the butter, and Scott could again see the hard pink nipple of her small breast inside her robe. He got harder, and Caryn’s smile grew wider, though no less mysterious.

When Tony went upstairs to get his books for school, Caryn stood up and reached for Scott’s empty plate, the top of her robe wide open now. Scott

could see all of her bare chests down to her navel. Caryn knew he could see her, and his smile widened. “I’ve been waiting for today for a long time Scott,” she whispered. “I knew you could go to jail before, so I was very

careful not to tease you.” Her head suddenly bent to his and her lips were on his, her delicate pink tongue probing briefly between his lips before she pulled back. When her lips came away from his, she stared into Scott’s

shocked face with the same Mona Lisa smile she had approached him with. “Tonight you have no excuse Scott, and you’re going to fuck me…” She put his and Tony’s plates in the sink and left the kitchen with her hips

swaying noticeably.

When Caryn left with Tony for school, Scott was still at the table, his butt frozen in the chair with shock…he hadn’t moved a muscle since he’d first gotten a look at Caryn’s tender little body. His mind was screaming no, but his cock was rigid and demanding immediate attention.

It was all too improper, and he forced his mind away from Caryn and managed to stand up…but the erection refused to go away. Irritated, he marched straight to his bathroom upstairs and turned on the water in his shower as cold as it would go. He turned and dropped his shorts to the floor. When he bent to pick them up and hang them on the door hook, he saw a tiny pair of Caryn’s flimsy panties on the doorknob. Cum erupted from the tip of his swollen cock with no warning whatsoever.