Untamed Passion

REFLECTED IN YOU

The very first time Bram Tilman laid eyes on Jemma he knew damned well he would have to remain as far away from her as possible. Unfortunately for him, his wife Faye introduced Jemma as their new sitter as a fait

accomplish rather than a request or a suggestion. He had been married to Faye for almost fifteen years, and the woman had stayed in great shape,

especially for someone who’d borne two rowdy sons. Still, she had changed a bit over the years. A sag here, a droop there, a wrinkle that wasn’t there a few years before, it all added up. She had been the sexiest thing Bram had ever seen and he had fallen madly in love with her their senior year in high school…and he had been madly in love with her ever since. He had never once even considered cheating on Faye, their sex life was great, though not quite as frequent as it had been in years past, and Faye was an imaginative and creative lover.

Jemma, whether Faye noticed it or not, except for the way she styled her hair, was a carbon copy of Faye at eighteen…and therein lay the problem.

Jemma, like so many girls of this day and time, was very conscious of what she wore, and of how sexy it made her look. The way she looked when she left her house was rarely the way she looked when she got to school, and never the way she looked when she was out with her friends. Since she had started working for them as a babysitter for the boys, Bram had often seen her at the park, the grocery store, and other places on his way about his business…and he was helpless not to gawk at her. When she was out in

athletic clothing, or the shorts and top she wore when babysitting, the girl put her hair up in a ponytail and the transformation was amazing…she

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Jemma rarely wore a bra, and the panties they sold in the stores now were

so skimpy as to make a man wonder why women bothered with them at all. When the girl came in to babysit the boys, she generally displayed more of her skin than Bram had seen of Faye’s until they were married. As a

consequence, whenever Bram was around her or thought about her, he sported a huge erection…which he desperately tried to hide from all

concerned. He thought he had been pretty clever about it so far, but he was not as clever as he thought.

He and Faye had gone out on Friday night and returned home late to find Jemma asleep on the sofa and the boys upstairs in bed, as it should be.

Faye told Bram to wake up Jemma while she went upstairs to check on the boys.

Jemma was fast asleep on the sofa, and her face was angelic in repose. She looked so much like Faye had at that age that it was painful to even look at her. Bram tapped her shoulder and she half turned, murmuring something indistinct. He shook her shoulder again and when she turned this time, the skimpy top she was wearing stayed where it was, and two small firm young breasts with puffy nipples and a hard, flat, naked belly were exposed to

Bram’s. The erection he had sprouted as soon as he saw her lying on the

sofa began to leak precum at an alarming rate, and he feared he would cum in his pants. He turned his head away and shook her shoulder harder.

Jemma awakened to see Mr. Tilman’s hand on her shoulder and his head turned away from her. She was immediately aware that her breasts were bare and realized what had happened. She also noticed the huge bulge in the front of his pants. Licking her lips, Jemma decided that Mrs. Tilman was a very lucky woman. Bram Tilman was not only a very good-looking

older man, but he had a helluva big dick on him. From the size of the lump, he was even bigger than Moose Evans…and she hadn’t seen a cock bigger than his except in internet porn videos. Moose was a football player at the high school, and it had been all she could do to fit him inside her tight little pussy after the prom. She had turned eighteen just before prom, and Moose had been her present to herself.

Jemma sat up on the sofa, rubbing her eyes and pretending she didn’t know her shirt was rucked up. She liked it when men looked at her, and it was

exciting to know that she was the cause of an erection…and too, she had a little bit of a crush on Bram Tilman. It was easy enough to shift her

shoulder after he had turned around and make the top fall into place, but she had waited until she was sure he had gotten another good look at her tits before she had covered them. He had gotten one of those looks on his face like a deer gets when your headlights catch them in the middle of the road

at night, and he had immediately plonked himself down on the sofa and dragged one of the throw pillows over his lap.

Bram fumbled uneasily for his wallet, not even looking to see what he was giving her for the night’s work. Jemma glanced down and noticed that he had handed her three twenties and giggled. Bending forward, and making doubly sure Bram had a peek down the scooped neck of her thin shirt at the braless breasts beneath, she handed him back one of the twenties and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “You aren’t supposed to pay me that much,” she whispered. She giggled again at the look on his face and turned to find Faye standing directly behind her. “Good night Mrs. Tilman,” she said with a straight face. She knew the way to the door, but Faye followed her to make sure she got to her car all right. Jemma smiled brightly and waved as

she got into the front seat of the convertible her dad had bought her and drove away.

Faye returned to the living room and watched as her stunned husband reached for the remote control and fumbled through a few channels.

“Aren’t you coming up to bed?” Faye asked him in the voice she reserved for ‘playtime.’ Teasingly she grabbed at the throw pillow in his lap.

“I’ll be up in a few minutes,” he stuttered, “I want to catch the latest news.” Faye stood up, unfastening the buttons of her blouse and exposing the lacy half bra beneath it.

“Why baby?” she asked, still using her playtime voice. “It would be a

shame to waste that magnificent woodie you’re hiding under that pillow.”

Her blouse hit the floor and her skirt followed immediately. Bram was

aghast that she knew about his erection, and he made no effort to stop her from removing the pillow when she tugged at it. He was well and truly caught.