from babysitting to blowing the husband

In high school I babysat for my mom's coworker. They'd go out for dinner or the casino, and her husband drove me home late since my dad worked graveyard shifts. I wore cheer shorts and a spaghetti-strap top, played PS2 with the kids, then watched movies or rubbed myself under a blanket after they went to bed. He was fit with strong arms and always changed into sweats when they got home. The drives started casual, but one Friday he was a little buzzed. I teased him and asked if he'd have sex later. He said they usually did it before going out because she'd be too drunk afterward. I got flirty, asked about his favorite position, if she swallowed, if he went down on her. When I asked about her tits, he looked at mine and said not as big as those. I blushed. Outside my house we sat quietly. I asked if he'd ever cheated. He said not yet. Next time I babysat the wait dragged. On the drive home he kept glancing at my chest. I called him out. He said they looked nice and big. I turned sideways on the bench seat so he could see my hard nipples through my top, then asked if he wanted to see them. He said yes. I slowly pulled my straps down, showed my DD cups, pinched my nipples a bit. He looked stunned. I let him touch; he caressed and squeezed them. I asked if he was hard. He said very. I asked to see it. He pulled his pants down, revealing a thick, slightly bent cock with pre-cum. First older guy's dick I'd seen. Still topless, I scooted over, stroked it, cupped his big balls. Near my neighborhood I offered to suck it. He parked in the empty driveway of a for-rent house down the street. We made out, he sucked my nipples hard, then I went down, licked the tip, took him as deep as I could. He came in my mouth in minutes. I swallowed. We fooled around on those late drives for six months until I got a real job. We eventually lost touch, but I still keep the secret.