Podcast appearances and mentions of George Riley

A Snowstorm leaves the sitter stuck at her client’s house.Based on a post by lily ann. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent’s fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off.It wasn’t terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don’t mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn’t bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me; I had procrastinated getting my driver’s license so long that I was 18 and still only had my learner’s license.It was late February when Mr. Riley called the first time. I gave my cell phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered.“Hello?”“My name is George Riley. I’m looking for Anna Marchand,” replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn’t too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed.“You’ve reached her,” I said.“Oh; hi, Anna.  I’m a friend of the Anderson’s, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I’ve got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn’t available. I was wondering if you’d be available to watch my son.”I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn’t hear the water splash. “I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help.”“I really could,” he said. “I’m afraid I can’t offer you more than your regular rate or anything;”"It’s fine,” I interrupted. “I don’t mind, sir, really. I’d love to babysit for your son.”“Thank you so much,” he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. “His name is Kyle, and he’s three. I would need you from around five until pretty late.”“Not a problem,” I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me.Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Riley’s, but decided against it;  three year olds could be really active and I didn’t want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favorite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else’s kids. Usually I was alright with it; not dating just meant I didn’t have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway.I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties; not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep.I didn’t know about Mr. Riley, though. The Anderson’s were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Riley might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my tits, which were a nice size; 36 C, and fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn’t have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn’t mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I’d lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over.My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighborhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently.The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2’’ and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled.“Mr. Riley?” I asked.“Yeah, you must be Anna?”I smiled. “Nice to meet you, sir.”He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Riley led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid’s show in the next room.“Sorry about the mess,” Mr. Riley said, returning without my jacket. “I haven’t had time to clean anything up.”“It’s fine,” I said, smiling.“No, it’s embarrassing.” He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed.My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Riley turned and lifted the boy.“This is Kyle,” he said. Kyle looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father’s, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly.“Hi Kyle,” I said. “I’m Anna. I’m going to be here with you tonight.”“Say hi, Kyle,” Mr. Riley said, nudging the little boy.“Hi,” Kyle said quietly.Mr. Riley put him down and Kyle ran back into the other room.“I’ve got to finish getting ready for my meetings,” he said. “If you wouldn’t mind watching Kyle?”“Of course,” I replied, “that’s what I’m here for.” I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Kyle looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch.“Wanna play?” he asked softly.By the time Mr. Riley poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Kyle and I were playing cars. Kyle hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go.He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Kyle told me about his mom. I wasn’t exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Kyle knew about it; especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It’s surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert.It was probably a bad decision on my part; the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Riley had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home.After Kyle was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn’t take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Riley had on the coffee table, checking on Kyle every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open.I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Riley entered the room. He smiled at me. “Did I wake you up?” he asked.I yawned. “I guess so,” I answered, laughing. “I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep.”He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. “Did Kyle wear you out?”I smiled at him. “Well, it’s my fault, really.” I blushed. “I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I’m sorry.”“Oh, that’s fine,” Mr. Riley said. “It’s rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay.” He frowned for a moment. “Why did you feel bad for him?”I bit my lip nervously. “Well, he just started talking about; about his mom; and I just;”Mr. Riley smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. "I understand.” I took a good look at Mr. Riley. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. “I’m a mess, I know,” he sighed, sitting on the couch. “It’s been hard since; well; she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m supposed to balance him and my job.”I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. “Sorry,” he said.“It’s okay,” I answered. “Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit.”He smiled at me again. “I’ll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn’t have to do that.”I smiled back. “It wasn’t a problem.”“Well, thanks. It really helped.”I picked up my bag. “Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?”“Yeah, go right ahead. It’s in the kitchen.” He leaned back against the couch as I walked away.I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing my mom’s cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings.“I’m ready to come home now,” I said.“Sweetie, I’m so sorry!” she answered. “Haven’t you looked outside? It’s a blizzard out there.”I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. “I fell asleep, I hadn’t noticed.”“That explains why you didn’t answer your cell phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Hon, the car won’t start in this weather and it’s snowed in the driveway.”“It’s fine, Mom, I’ll call a cab,” I told her.“Okay, well let me know when it picks you up.”I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Riley was still sitting on the couch.“Do you have a phone book?” I asked. “My mom’s car won’t start, I need to call a taxi.”“Of course,” he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialed.The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up.“Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company,” said a woman’s voice. “Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator.”I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Riley. “The cab company shut down,” I told him.He nodded. “I thought they might have. The roads are awful.” He thought for a moment. “If it’s alright with you, you’re welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I’d drive you but I don’t want to wake Kyle.”I considered it for a moment. “It really seems like the only option,” I said quietly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”He smiled at me. “Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it’s the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I’ll go get the guest room ready.”I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Riley’s.“Well, alright,” she said, thought slightly reluctantly. “Remember to help Mrs. Riley make breakfast tomorrow.”I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn’t tell her that there was no Mrs. Riley. “Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow.”I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Kyle’s. Mr. Riley came out as I was walking towards it.“There’s fresh sheets and everything in there,” he whispered. “But I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you to wear.”“That’s fine,” I replied quietly. “I can just sleep in this.”He blushed. “Well, my wife left some of her things; I haven’t cleared them out of our room yet. If you’d like you can grab something of hers.”I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Riley quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall.We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Riley referred to it as “our room,” as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn’t be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity.He turned around and smiled apologetically. “I should clean up, huh,” he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit.I laughed softly. “It’s fine.”He motioned to the closet. “You can pick whatever you’d like. I’ll grab you a toothbrush.” With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom.I opened the closet door. It was all woman’s clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by color. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit when I saw it.There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Riley had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Riley, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn’t even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do.“Mommy?”I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Kyle’s head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him.“No, Anna. Remember me, Kyle?” I asked softly.His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Riley came out of the ensuite.“Shouldn’t you be in bed, buddy?” he asked.“Want Mommy!” Kyle shouted, then began to wail.Mr. Riley glanced at me. “Go ahead and change in there,” he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. “He doesn’t usually take long for me to calm down, but I’ll need to take him to the washroom.”I watched as Mr. Riley picked Kyle up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men’s toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set.I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Riley’s pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my tits with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be; they were practically briefs. I couldn’t do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone.I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing.“Anna?” I heard Mr. Riley call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Riley standing in the center of the room. He smiled. “You found something, then?”I blushed. “Umm; sort of.” He looked at me, confused. “I found something, but I didn’t realize; well, it’s just that; I guess she was a bit smaller than me?”He nodded quickly. “I didn’t think of that,” he admitted, but then shrugged. “It’s just for sleeping, though, it shouldn’t matter.”I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Riley wouldn’t think the same thing after he saw his wife’s clothes on me, but I shrugged. “I guess you’re right,” I said, turning and opening the door.When I stepped into the room, Mr. Riley’s mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits.Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Riley, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Riley stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit.“So, it’s not too small then?” I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor.“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. “No; it’s fine;” I couldn’t help b

A Snowstorm leaves the sitter stuck at her client’s house.Based on a post by lily ann. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent’s fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off.It wasn’t terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don’t mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn’t bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me; I had procrastinated getting my driver’s license so long that I was 18 and still only had my learner’s license.It was late February when Mr. Riley called the first time. I gave my cell phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered.“Hello?”“My name is George Riley. I’m looking for Anna Marchand,” replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn’t too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed.“You’ve reached her,” I said.“Oh; hi, Anna.  I’m a friend of the Anderson’s, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I’ve got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn’t available. I was wondering if you’d be available to watch my son.”I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn’t hear the water splash. “I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help.”“I really could,” he said. “I’m afraid I can’t offer you more than your regular rate or anything;”"It’s fine,” I interrupted. “I don’t mind, sir, really. I’d love to babysit for your son.”“Thank you so much,” he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. “His name is Kyle, and he’s three. I would need you from around five until pretty late.”“Not a problem,” I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me.Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Riley’s, but decided against it;  three year olds could be really active and I didn’t want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favorite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else’s kids. Usually I was alright with it; not dating just meant I didn’t have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway.I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties; not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep.I didn’t know about Mr. Riley, though. The Anderson’s were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Riley might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my tits, which were a nice size; 36 C, and fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn’t have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn’t mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I’d lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over.My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighborhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently.The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2’’ and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled.“Mr. Riley?” I asked.“Yeah, you must be Anna?”I smiled. “Nice to meet you, sir.”He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Riley led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid’s show in the next room.“Sorry about the mess,” Mr. Riley said, returning without my jacket. “I haven’t had time to clean anything up.”“It’s fine,” I said, smiling.“No, it’s embarrassing.” He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed.My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Riley turned and lifted the boy.“This is Kyle,” he said. Kyle looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father’s, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly.“Hi Kyle,” I said. “I’m Anna. I’m going to be here with you tonight.”“Say hi, Kyle,” Mr. Riley said, nudging the little boy.“Hi,” Kyle said quietly.Mr. Riley put him down and Kyle ran back into the other room.“I’ve got to finish getting ready for my meetings,” he said. “If you wouldn’t mind watching Kyle?”“Of course,” I replied, “that’s what I’m here for.” I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Kyle looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch.“Wanna play?” he asked softly.By the time Mr. Riley poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Kyle and I were playing cars. Kyle hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go.He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Kyle told me about his mom. I wasn’t exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Kyle knew about it; especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It’s surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert.It was probably a bad decision on my part; the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Riley had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home.After Kyle was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn’t take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Riley had on the coffee table, checking on Kyle every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open.I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Riley entered the room. He smiled at me. “Did I wake you up?” he asked.I yawned. “I guess so,” I answered, laughing. “I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep.”He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. “Did Kyle wear you out?”I smiled at him. “Well, it’s my fault, really.” I blushed. “I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I’m sorry.”“Oh, that’s fine,” Mr. Riley said. “It’s rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay.” He frowned for a moment. “Why did you feel bad for him?”I bit my lip nervously. “Well, he just started talking about; about his mom; and I just;”Mr. Riley smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. "I understand.” I took a good look at Mr. Riley. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. “I’m a mess, I know,” he sighed, sitting on the couch. “It’s been hard since; well; she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m supposed to balance him and my job.”I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. “Sorry,” he said.“It’s okay,” I answered. “Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit.”He smiled at me again. “I’ll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn’t have to do that.”I smiled back. “It wasn’t a problem.”“Well, thanks. It really helped.”I picked up my bag. “Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?”“Yeah, go right ahead. It’s in the kitchen.” He leaned back against the couch as I walked away.I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing my mom’s cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings.“I’m ready to come home now,” I said.“Sweetie, I’m so sorry!” she answered. “Haven’t you looked outside? It’s a blizzard out there.”I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. “I fell asleep, I hadn’t noticed.”“That explains why you didn’t answer your cell phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Hon, the car won’t start in this weather and it’s snowed in the driveway.”“It’s fine, Mom, I’ll call a cab,” I told her.“Okay, well let me know when it picks you up.”I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Riley was still sitting on the couch.“Do you have a phone book?” I asked. “My mom’s car won’t start, I need to call a taxi.”“Of course,” he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialed.The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up.“Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company,” said a woman’s voice. “Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator.”I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Riley. “The cab company shut down,” I told him.He nodded. “I thought they might have. The roads are awful.” He thought for a moment. “If it’s alright with you, you’re welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I’d drive you but I don’t want to wake Kyle.”I considered it for a moment. “It really seems like the only option,” I said quietly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”He smiled at me. “Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it’s the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I’ll go get the guest room ready.”I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Riley’s.“Well, alright,” she said, thought slightly reluctantly. “Remember to help Mrs. Riley make breakfast tomorrow.”I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn’t tell her that there was no Mrs. Riley. “Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow.”I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Kyle’s. Mr. Riley came out as I was walking towards it.“There’s fresh sheets and everything in there,” he whispered. “But I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you to wear.”“That’s fine,” I replied quietly. “I can just sleep in this.”He blushed. “Well, my wife left some of her things; I haven’t cleared them out of our room yet. If you’d like you can grab something of hers.”I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Riley quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall.We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Riley referred to it as “our room,” as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn’t be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity.He turned around and smiled apologetically. “I should clean up, huh,” he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit.I laughed softly. “It’s fine.”He motioned to the closet. “You can pick whatever you’d like. I’ll grab you a toothbrush.” With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom.I opened the closet door. It was all woman’s clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by color. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit when I saw it.There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Riley had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Riley, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn’t even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do.“Mommy?”I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Kyle’s head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him.“No, Anna. Remember me, Kyle?” I asked softly.His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Riley came out of the ensuite.“Shouldn’t you be in bed, buddy?” he asked.“Want Mommy!” Kyle shouted, then began to wail.Mr. Riley glanced at me. “Go ahead and change in there,” he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. “He doesn’t usually take long for me to calm down, but I’ll need to take him to the washroom.”I watched as Mr. Riley picked Kyle up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men’s toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set.I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Riley’s pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my tits with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be; they were practically briefs. I couldn’t do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone.I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing.“Anna?” I heard Mr. Riley call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Riley standing in the center of the room. He smiled. “You found something, then?”I blushed. “Umm; sort of.” He looked at me, confused. “I found something, but I didn’t realize; well, it’s just that; I guess she was a bit smaller than me?”He nodded quickly. “I didn’t think of that,” he admitted, but then shrugged. “It’s just for sleeping, though, it shouldn’t matter.”I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Riley wouldn’t think the same thing after he saw his wife’s clothes on me, but I shrugged. “I guess you’re right,” I said, turning and opening the door.When I stepped into the room, Mr. Riley’s mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits.Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Riley, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Riley stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit.“So, it’s not too small then?” I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor.“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. “No; it’s fine;” I couldn’t help b

A Snowstorm leaves the sitter stuck at her client’s house.Based on a post by lily ann. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent’s fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off.It wasn’t terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don’t mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn’t bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me; I had procrastinated getting my driver’s license so long that I was 18 and still only had my learner’s license.It was late February when Mr. Riley called the first time. I gave my cell phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered.“Hello?”“My name is George Riley. I’m looking for Anna Marchand,” replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn’t too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed.“You’ve reached her,” I said.“Oh; hi, Anna.  I’m a friend of the Anderson’s, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I’ve got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn’t available. I was wondering if you’d be available to watch my son.”I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn’t hear the water splash. “I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help.”“I really could,” he said. “I’m afraid I can’t offer you more than your regular rate or anything;”"It’s fine,” I interrupted. “I don’t mind, sir, really. I’d love to babysit for your son.”“Thank you so much,” he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. “His name is Kyle, and he’s three. I would need you from around five until pretty late.”“Not a problem,” I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me.Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Riley’s, but decided against it;  three year olds could be really active and I didn’t want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favorite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else’s kids. Usually I was alright with it; not dating just meant I didn’t have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway.I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties; not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep.I didn’t know about Mr. Riley, though. The Anderson’s were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Riley might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my tits, which were a nice size; 36 C, and fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn’t have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn’t mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I’d lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over.My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighborhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently.The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2’’ and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled.“Mr. Riley?” I asked.“Yeah, you must be Anna?”I smiled. “Nice to meet you, sir.”He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Riley led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid’s show in the next room.“Sorry about the mess,” Mr. Riley said, returning without my jacket. “I haven’t had time to clean anything up.”“It’s fine,” I said, smiling.“No, it’s embarrassing.” He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed.My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Riley turned and lifted the boy.“This is Kyle,” he said. Kyle looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father’s, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly.“Hi Kyle,” I said. “I’m Anna. I’m going to be here with you tonight.”“Say hi, Kyle,” Mr. Riley said, nudging the little boy.“Hi,” Kyle said quietly.Mr. Riley put him down and Kyle ran back into the other room.“I’ve got to finish getting ready for my meetings,” he said. “If you wouldn’t mind watching Kyle?”“Of course,” I replied, “that’s what I’m here for.” I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Kyle looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch.“Wanna play?” he asked softly.By the time Mr. Riley poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Kyle and I were playing cars. Kyle hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go.He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Kyle told me about his mom. I wasn’t exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Kyle knew about it; especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It’s surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert.It was probably a bad decision on my part; the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Riley had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home.After Kyle was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn’t take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Riley had on the coffee table, checking on Kyle every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open.I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Riley entered the room. He smiled at me. “Did I wake you up?” he asked.I yawned. “I guess so,” I answered, laughing. “I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep.”He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. “Did Kyle wear you out?”I smiled at him. “Well, it’s my fault, really.” I blushed. “I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I’m sorry.”“Oh, that’s fine,” Mr. Riley said. “It’s rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay.” He frowned for a moment. “Why did you feel bad for him?”I bit my lip nervously. “Well, he just started talking about; about his mom; and I just;”Mr. Riley smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. "I understand.” I took a good look at Mr. Riley. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. “I’m a mess, I know,” he sighed, sitting on the couch. “It’s been hard since; well; she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m supposed to balance him and my job.”I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. “Sorry,” he said.“It’s okay,” I answered. “Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit.”He smiled at me again. “I’ll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn’t have to do that.”I smiled back. “It wasn’t a problem.”“Well, thanks. It really helped.”I picked up my bag. “Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?”“Yeah, go right ahead. It’s in the kitchen.” He leaned back against the couch as I walked away.I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing my mom’s cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings.“I’m ready to come home now,” I said.“Sweetie, I’m so sorry!” she answered. “Haven’t you looked outside? It’s a blizzard out there.”I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. “I fell asleep, I hadn’t noticed.”“That explains why you didn’t answer your cell phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Hon, the car won’t start in this weather and it’s snowed in the driveway.”“It’s fine, Mom, I’ll call a cab,” I told her.“Okay, well let me know when it picks you up.”I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Riley was still sitting on the couch.“Do you have a phone book?” I asked. “My mom’s car won’t start, I need to call a taxi.”“Of course,” he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialed.The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up.“Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company,” said a woman’s voice. “Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator.”I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Riley. “The cab company shut down,” I told him.He nodded. “I thought they might have. The roads are awful.” He thought for a moment. “If it’s alright with you, you’re welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I’d drive you but I don’t want to wake Kyle.”I considered it for a moment. “It really seems like the only option,” I said quietly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”He smiled at me. “Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it’s the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I’ll go get the guest room ready.”I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Riley’s.“Well, alright,” she said, thought slightly reluctantly. “Remember to help Mrs. Riley make breakfast tomorrow.”I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn’t tell her that there was no Mrs. Riley. “Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow.”I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Kyle’s. Mr. Riley came out as I was walking towards it.“There’s fresh sheets and everything in there,” he whispered. “But I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you to wear.”“That’s fine,” I replied quietly. “I can just sleep in this.”He blushed. “Well, my wife left some of her things; I haven’t cleared them out of our room yet. If you’d like you can grab something of hers.”I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Riley quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall.We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Riley referred to it as “our room,” as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn’t be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity.He turned around and smiled apologetically. “I should clean up, huh,” he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit.I laughed softly. “It’s fine.”He motioned to the closet. “You can pick whatever you’d like. I’ll grab you a toothbrush.” With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom.I opened the closet door. It was all woman’s clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by color. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit when I saw it.There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Riley had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Riley, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn’t even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do.“Mommy?”I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Kyle’s head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him.“No, Anna. Remember me, Kyle?” I asked softly.His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Riley came out of the ensuite.“Shouldn’t you be in bed, buddy?” he asked.“Want Mommy!” Kyle shouted, then began to wail.Mr. Riley glanced at me. “Go ahead and change in there,” he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. “He doesn’t usually take long for me to calm down, but I’ll need to take him to the washroom.”I watched as Mr. Riley picked Kyle up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men’s toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set.I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Riley’s pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my tits with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be; they were practically briefs. I couldn’t do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone.I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing.“Anna?” I heard Mr. Riley call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Riley standing in the center of the room. He smiled. “You found something, then?”I blushed. “Umm; sort of.” He looked at me, confused. “I found something, but I didn’t realize; well, it’s just that; I guess she was a bit smaller than me?”He nodded quickly. “I didn’t think of that,” he admitted, but then shrugged. “It’s just for sleeping, though, it shouldn’t matter.”I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Riley wouldn’t think the same thing after he saw his wife’s clothes on me, but I shrugged. “I guess you’re right,” I said, turning and opening the door.When I stepped into the room, Mr. Riley’s mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits.Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Riley, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Riley stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit.“So, it’s not too small then?” I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor.“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. “No; it’s fine;” I couldn’t help b

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Babysitting Perks A Snowstorm leaves the sitter stuck at her client's house. Based on a post by lily ann. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent's fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off. It wasn't terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don't mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn't bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me; I had procrastinated getting my driver's license so long that I was 18 and still only had my learner's license. It was late February when Mr. Riley called the first time. I gave my cell phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered. "Hello?" "My name is George Riley. I'm looking for Anna Marchand," replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn't too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed. "You've reached her," I said. "Oh; hi, Anna.  I'm a friend of the Anderson's, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I've got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn't available. I was wondering if you'd be available to watch my son." I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn't hear the water splash. "I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help." "I really could," he said. "I'm afraid I can't offer you more than your regular rate or anything;” "It's fine," I interrupted. "I don't mind, sir, really. I'd love to babysit for your son." "Thank you so much," he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. "His name is Kyle, and he's three. I would need you from around five until pretty late." "Not a problem," I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me. Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Riley's, but decided against it;  three year olds could be really active and I didn't want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favorite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else's kids. Usually I was alright with it; not dating just meant I didn't have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway. I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties; not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep. I didn't know about Mr. Riley, though. The Anderson's were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Riley might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my tits, which were a nice size; 36 C, and fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn't have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn't mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I'd lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over. My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighborhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently. The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2'' and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled. "Mr. Riley?" I asked. "Yeah, you must be Anna?" I smiled. "Nice to meet you, sir." He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Riley led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid's show in the next room. "Sorry about the mess," Mr. Riley said, returning without my jacket. "I haven't had time to clean anything up." "It's fine," I said, smiling. "No, it's embarrassing." He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed. My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Riley turned and lifted the boy. "This is Kyle," he said. Kyle looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father's, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly. "Hi Kyle," I said. "I'm Anna. I'm going to be here with you tonight." "Say hi, Kyle," Mr. Riley said, nudging the little boy. "Hi," Kyle said quietly. Mr. Riley put him down and Kyle ran back into the other room. "I've got to finish getting ready for my meetings," he said. "If you wouldn't mind watching Kyle?" "Of course," I replied, "that's what I'm here for." I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Kyle looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch. "Wanna play?" he asked softly. By the time Mr. Riley poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Kyle and I were playing cars. Kyle hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go. He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Kyle told me about his mom. I wasn't exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Kyle knew about it; especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It's surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert. It was probably a bad decision on my part; the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Riley had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home. After Kyle was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn't take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Riley had on the coffee table, checking on Kyle every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open. I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Riley entered the room. He smiled at me. "Did I wake you up?" he asked. I yawned. "I guess so," I answered, laughing. "I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep." He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. "Did Kyle wear you out?" I smiled at him. "Well, it's my fault, really." I blushed. "I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I'm sorry." "Oh, that's fine," Mr. Riley said. "It's rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay." He frowned for a moment. "Why did you feel bad for him?" I bit my lip nervously. "Well, he just started talking about; about his mom; and I just;” Mr. Riley smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. "I understand." I took a good look at Mr. Riley. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. "I'm a mess, I know," he sighed, sitting on the couch. "It's been hard since; well; she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I'm still trying to figure out how I'm supposed to balance him and my job." I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. "Sorry," he said. "It's okay," I answered. "Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit." He smiled at me again. "I'll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn't have to do that." I smiled back. "It wasn't a problem." "Well, thanks. It really helped." I picked up my bag. "Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?" "Yeah, go right ahead. It's in the kitchen." He leaned back against the couch as I walked away. I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing my mom's cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings. "I'm ready to come home now," I said. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry!" she answered. "Haven't you looked outside? It's a blizzard out there." I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. "I fell asleep, I hadn't noticed." "That explains why you didn't answer your cell phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Hon, the car won't start in this weather and it's snowed in the driveway." "It's fine, Mom, I'll call a cab," I told her. "Okay, well let me know when it picks you up." I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Riley was still sitting on the couch. "Do you have a phone book?" I asked. "My mom's car won't start, I need to call a taxi." "Of course," he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialed. The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up. "Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company," said a woman's voice. "Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator." I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Riley. "The cab company shut down," I told him. He nodded. "I thought they might have. The roads are awful." He thought for a moment. "If it's alright with you, you're welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I'd drive you but I don't want to wake Kyle." I considered it for a moment. "It really seems like the only option," I said quietly. "If you don't mind, of course." He smiled at me. "Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it's the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I'll go get the guest room ready." I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Riley's. "Well, alright," she said, thought slightly reluctantly. "Remember to help Mrs. Riley make breakfast tomorrow." I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn't tell her that there was no Mrs. Riley. "Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow." I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Kyle's. Mr. Riley came out as I was walking towards it. "There's fresh sheets and everything in there," he whispered. "But I'm afraid I don't have anything for you to wear." "That's fine," I replied quietly. "I can just sleep in this." He blushed. "Well, my wife left some of her things; I haven't cleared them out of our room yet. If you'd like you can grab something of hers." I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Riley quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall. We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Riley referred to it as "our room," as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn't be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity. He turned around and smiled apologetically. "I should clean up, huh," he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit. I laughed softly. "It's fine." He motioned to the closet. "You can pick whatever you'd like. I'll grab you a toothbrush." With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom. I opened the closet door. It was all woman's clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by color. I couldn't help but laugh a bit when I saw it. There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Riley had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Riley, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn't even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do. "Mommy?" I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Kyle's head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him. "No, Anna. Remember me, Kyle?" I asked softly. His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Riley came out of the ensuite. "Shouldn't you be in bed, buddy?" he asked. "Want Mommy!" Kyle shouted, then began to wail. Mr. Riley glanced at me. "Go ahead and change in there," he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. "He doesn't usually take long for me to calm down, but I'll need to take him to the washroom." I watched as Mr. Riley picked Kyle up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men's toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set. I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Riley's pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my tits with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be; they were practically briefs. I couldn't do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone. I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing. "Anna?" I heard Mr. Riley call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Riley standing in the center of the room. He smiled. "You found something, then?" I blushed. "Umm; sort of." He looked at me, confused. "I found something, but I didn't realize; well, it's just that; I guess she was a bit smaller than me?" He nodded quickly. "I didn't think of that," he admitted, but then shrugged. "It's just for sleeping, though, it shouldn't matter." I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Riley wouldn't think the same thing after he saw his wife's clothes on me, but I shrugged. "I guess you're right," I said, turning and opening the door. When I stepped into the room, Mr. Riley's mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits. Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Riley, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Riley stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit. "So, it's not too small then?" I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. "No; it's fine;” I couldn't help but grin as his voice cracked a bit more and he held his hand out. "Your toothbrush?" he offered, still not looking at me. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I walked towards him, swaying my hips a lot more than I usually would. I grinned as I stepped closer than I needed to, letting my fingers brush against his as I gently pulled the toothbrush from his hand. He was staring hard at the carpet, a muscle in his jaw twitching slightly. "Thanks," I said softly. "Is Kyle okay?" He nodded. "Just misses his mom sometimes," he said, still staring at the floor. "He should sleep through the rest of the night though. Usually only wakes up the one time." I smiled, staying quiet. After a moment, Mr. Riley's gaze shifted. Only slightly, but I knew his eyes were back on my tits. "You can touch if you want," I whispered. I nearly expected him to back away from me, the way his eyes shot up and looked at me. I looked back at him, still smiling. He reached out tentatively and put his hands on my hips, looking nervously into my eyes. I bit my lip softly and stepped forward, nearly pressing against Mr. Riley. I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders. "This is wrong;” he muttered, pulling me a bit closer and pressing me against the hard bulge in his pants. I grinned at him again. "It's okay if I want to, too," I whispered. "You're the babysitter. You; I just met you;” "We both want it;” "You're so young;” he continued, nearly pulling back. I laughed. "You seem to be enjoying it so far," I teased, rolling my hips a bit, rubbing against him. He groaned and roughly pulled my hips, pushing me against him before he stooped down a bit and kissed me hard. I kissed him back, my hands resting loosely around his neck. I ran my tongue along his lip and he groaned again, his hands trailing around from my hips to my ass, rubbing up along my back and shoulders, and then finally cupping my tits. I moaned softly against his mouth, biting down softly on his lip. "I wanted to fuck you the second you walked in the door," he said gruffly, his lips suddenly on my neck as he fondled my tits. My nipples hardened under his palms, the cotton of the tank top rubbing against me. "I thought about you my entire meeting. Jerked off in the bathroom before I drove home." I moaned when he said that, my hands trailing down to rub his hard cock through his pants. He groaned and pressed into my hands. He was sucking on my neck, one hand on my tit and the other rubbing up and down my hip and stomach. I tilted my head back, moaning as he touched me. Without warning, he put his hands on the back of my thighs and nudged my legs apart. In a single, swift movement, he lifted me off the ground. I squealed, shocked, and wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me as he turned, carried me over to the bed, and gently set me down on the edge, his lips pressed against mine the entire time. He pulled away from me gently, grinning for a moment before he went to the door, shutting it completely and locking it. I grinned at him as he turned back to me, leaning back on my arms and spreading my legs a bit. "Fuck," he said, looking at me. I giggled and he walked back, sitting next to me on the bed. I leaned forward and kissed him again. Each time his lips touched mine I felt a tiny shock shoot through my body, nearly leaving me short of breath. I let one leg rest across his lap, and he ran his hand up my soft, smooth leg. I shivered as he touched me, his hands leaving a trail of goose pimples behind them as I felt what seemed like surges of electricity run through my body. His hand trailed up my leg and hip, along the bare skin on the side of my stomach, and finally stopped on my tit, overtop the pink tank top. My nipples were already hard, and he pinched the left one lightly through my top. I gasped when he did and he kissed me harder. My nipples are incredibly sensitive, and each time he rolled one between his fingers, my clit throbbed. I moaned against his mouth and he reached up with his other hand, cupping my other tit and pinching that nipple, too. I could hardly take it, and I broke the kiss suddenly. He looked up at me, slightly alarmed, but I just giggle and pushed him back on the bed. I straddled his lap, leaning down to kiss him against as I started to unbutton his shirt. He flicked his tongue against my mouth, his hands reaching up to rest on my ass. As I finished unbuttoning his shirt, I gently rubbed my covered slit against the bulge in his pants. He groaned loudly and thrust up, grinding his hard cock against my clit. I moaned and pushed his shirt off. The second he shrugged it off his arms, he started to pull on the hem of the tiny tank top I was wearing. I let him push it up a bit before I leaned back a bit, grabbing the hem myself and pulling the tight material over my head. My tits bounced out of the shirt as I pulled it over them, and I heard Mr. Riley inhale sharply as I finished pulling it over my head and drop it on the floor. When I looked at him, his eyes were wide as he stared at my tits. "Everything okay?" I asked. I looked down at my body. My nipples were dark pink, medium size, and incredibly hard. My tits seemed to be swollen from just the little bit of kissing and touching we had done. I was getting so hot, and I knew my skin was flushed, the pink tone spreading from my cheeks to the base of my neck. Mr. Riley seemed to be enjoying it, at any rate, and he stared at me for a long moment before saying anything. "Your tits are fucking amazing," he gasped. He gently pushed me off him so I was lying on my back, then immediately pressed his mouth to my tits. I moaned as he licked and sucked them. He lavished attention on one before switching sides, cupping my other tit with his hand as he rolled his tongue around my nipple. My legs were spread and he was lying between them, and before long my cunt was throbbing so much that I had to arch my back and grind against him, needing some friction on my clit. Without moving his lips from my tit, he reached down with one hand and gently rubbed my slit through the shorts. It felt amazing. His fingers were skilled and felt so good against my throbbing pussy. It still wasn't enough, however, and I gently pulled his head off my tits, kissing him hard as I reached up to unzip his pants. I undid them quickly and he let me push them down and throw them to the floor. He was wearing boxers, and I could see his cock straining against them, the bulge enticing me. I ran my hands along his chest and stomach, before sliding one under the waistband and wrapping it around his cock. He groaned again, leaning down to resume sucking on my tits as I started to stroke his cock. It was smooth and throbbing in my hand, and bigger than I expected. I rubbed it gently and he pushed forward in my hand, his moans stifled by my tits as he pressed his face against them. I stroked a bit harder and he thrust into my hand again, moaning. He pulled his head from my tits and kissed me, still rubbing my clit through the shorts. "Keep doing that and I'm gonna cum way too fast," he gasped. I giggled and he shook his head. "I'm not joking. I haven't gotten anything near this since Kyle was born." I raised an eyebrow and he blushed a bit. "My wife;” he started to say. I kissed him quickly and giggled again. "You don't need to explain," I said quietly, stroking his cock lightly. He groaned and rubbed my clit again. "So good;” he mumbled, and I moaned as touched me. I started stroking his cock a bit faster and he groaned. After a moment he reached down and grabbed my wrist gently, stopping my movements. He kissed me hard, on the lips and then along my jawbone before trailing his lips down my neck, sucking gently. He pulled my hand out of his boxers as he kissed my neck. He licked down my chest and gently ran his teeth on my nipples, making me gasp. I felt his lips trail down my tits and onto my stomach, where he licked and kissed down to the waistband of the shorts. He then started to pull on them, sliding them down my hips, his lips trailing along behind them and gently kissing my pussy as he slipped the shorts off. He sat up and just looked at me for a moment. I blushed a bit when he didn't say anything, and he noticed, laughing a bit. "You're fucking gorgeous," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss my inner thigh. "My wife was nowhere near as sexy as you. She had no tits, no hips." He kissed up my thigh, spreading my legs a bit more and kissing my pussy lips. "You have such a hot body." He reached up and cupped one of my tits as he kissed my pussy, touching everything but my clit. "Big, firm tits." He reached under me with his other hand, cupping my ass. "Nice, round ass." He finally kissed my clit, sucking on it gently. I cried out, arching my back against him. "Sweet, tight pussy." He plunged his tongue into my cunt and I moaned loudly, reaching down to press his head harder against me. He licked my pussy and then moved his mouth to my clit, sucking on it as he pushed two fingers into my cunt. I moaned and couldn't keep myself from grinding against his mouth and fingers, panting as I wound my fingers in his hair. He licked eagerly, biting gently on my clit as he thrust his fingers inside me. "Muh, Mr. Riley?" I panted a few moments later. "I'm gonna; oh God gonna cum;” He responded simply by sucking harder on my clit and pushing his fingers faster. I came hard, moaning loudly as I felt my orgasm crash through my body. My toes curled and I arched my back. I wasn't sure if I had shut my eyes or just temporarily blinded myself from the amount of pleasure I felt. When I came down a bit, I could feel Mr. Riley still licking my pussy, lapping up my juices. I was panting as he did so, and he finally moved his head away and crawled up, laying down beside me. I looked over at him and he grinned. I couldn't help but laugh. "My wife hated that," he said. "What was wrong with her?" I gasped. He laughed and leaned over, kissing me hard. I kissed him back, tasting myself on his lips. "You're so fucking young," he murmured as he kissed me, gently rubbing my tits. "This is so wrong." I laughed. "I don't see you complaining." "I'm not," he replied, rubbing my nipples lightly. "Just can't believe how hot this is." "Can't believe you're fucking a young little high school babysitter?" I asked teasingly. He groaned and kissed me, flicking his tongue against mine. I reached down and pulled his boxers off, sliding them down and pulling his cock out. He was uncut, his cock a bit longer than usual, and very thick. I licked my lips as I looked at it, and he laughed. "I'd ask you to suck it," he said, "but I want to fuck you. I can't wait any longer." He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him so I was straddling his lap. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, moaning as I felt him enter me. His cock felt huge inside my cunt. I hadn't had anything but my fingers in there recently, and the only guy I'd been with previously had a much smaller cock than Mr. Riley's. I let it enter me slowly, allowing myself adjust to his thick meat. He moaned as my tight pussy inched down on his cock, until he was finally buried hilt-deep in my cunt. I stopped for a moment, letting myself get used to the foreign feeling in my pussy. Mr. Riley reached around me and put his hands on my ass, pushing me down even harder on it. I moaned when he did, and slowly started moving myself on top of his cock. The feeling was amazing, and I moaned as I let his cock slide in and out of my pussy. "Fuck;” he groaned, and his hands slide to my hips, guiding my movements on top of him. I started to ride him a bit faster, panting as he thrust up into me. My tits started to bounce as I moved faster, and he reached up with one hand to cup them as I rode his cock. I moaned as he pinched my nipples, moving faster and harder on top of him, and moaned even louder as he used his other hand to rub my clit. I loved the feeling of his cock moving in and out of my tight, stretched hole, and before long I could feel myself nearly ready to cum. My hips bucked and he pressed on my clit and pinched my nipple at the same time, and I came again with a loud moan, tilting my head back as he thrust himself up into me. I rode my orgasm out, before nearly collapsing on top of him. He pulled out for a second and pushed me gently onto my stomach. "Get on your hands and knees," he said softly. I obeyed immediately and he moved behind me. He reached one hand under me and gently stroked my dripping pussy, and with his other he reached over to the bedside table. He grabbed something; I didn't know what until I felt a hand spreading my ass cheeks and a gentle, slippery finger probing at my hole. "Mr. Riley?" I asked nervously. He pressed a soft kiss on my back. "It'll be okay," he whispered. "Please, Anna. I love doing this and my wife never let me." He kissed me again, reassuringly. "It might hurt a little, I'm not going to lie, but it feels really good after a bit." I hesitated at first. "Okay," I finally said. He slipped a finger into my hole, and the feeling wasn't bad. He wriggled it around a bit and I even moaned softly. After a moment he took it out and when he put his finger back, it felt even better. This time, he slowly added a second finger. I moaned and pressed back against him as he repeated his movements from before. He laughed softly and I could hear him using a lot of the lube. His tip pressed against my hole. He pushed with a bit of force and I felt his tip slide into me. My asshole stretched around it and I started to breathe a bit harder. He pushed his cock into my ass slowly, letting me adjust to the size. It was uncomfortable at first, but before I knew it his entire cock was buried in my ass. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. It didn't hurt as much that time, and the next time he did it, I moaned. He was moaning as he started to thrust a bit harder into my ass, though nowhere near as hard as if he had been fucking my pussy. It still felt amazing, and by the sounds he was making, I was guessing he thought so, too. He reached around me and gently stroked my clit with one hand. The other was braced on my hip as he pushed his cock inside me. "Fuck, Anna," he groaned, "this is; fucking amazing; you don't know how fucking good this is;” He moved a bit faster, not too quickly, and I moaned as I felt his balls slap against me as he fucked my ass. He kept talking, though I couldn't really understand what he was saying. Mostly things like "so good" and "so tight" and "fuck, fuck, fuck." But I did understand when he cried out "Fuck, Anna, I'm gonna cum!" His body shuddered against me and I felt his hot load shooting into my ass. He was leaning against my body, supporting himself as he moaned and came hard. Panting, he finished, holding his cock inside my ass for a few moments before he gently pulled out. I practically collapsed on the bed, and he fell right next to me. We lay there, and I listened to him pant for a minute or two before he said anything. "I haven't cum like that in years," he finally murmured, sitting up. I watched him move off the bed and walk, naked, across the room. He flicked the light off and walked back, pulling the covers up. I pulled myself under them and he lay down beside me, reaching over and wrapping his arms around me. "So it was good?" I asked, giggling. He laughed. "Good? It was fantastic. Amazing. Fucking; wonderful." He held me close to him and I could hear his heart pounding. "Just what I needed." I sighed contently. "I can't thank you enough for this, Anna. For everything." "I enjoyed it too, Mr. Riley," I replied. He laughed again. "You don't have to call me Mr. Riley," he said, yawning at the end of his sentence. I agreed silently, starting to fall asleep as our warm, naked bodies pressed together. Based on a post by lily ann, for Literotica.

Babysitting Perks A Snowstorm leaves the sitter stuck at her client's house. Based on a post by lily ann. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent's fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off. It wasn't terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don't mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn't bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me; I had procrastinated getting my driver's license so long that I was 18 and still only had my learner's license. It was late February when Mr. Riley called the first time. I gave my cell phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered. "Hello?" "My name is George Riley. I'm looking for Anna Marchand," replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn't too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed. "You've reached her," I said. "Oh; hi, Anna.  I'm a friend of the Anderson's, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I've got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn't available. I was wondering if you'd be available to watch my son." I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn't hear the water splash. "I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help." "I really could," he said. "I'm afraid I can't offer you more than your regular rate or anything;” "It's fine," I interrupted. "I don't mind, sir, really. I'd love to babysit for your son." "Thank you so much," he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. "His name is Kyle, and he's three. I would need you from around five until pretty late." "Not a problem," I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me. Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Riley's, but decided against it;  three year olds could be really active and I didn't want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favorite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else's kids. Usually I was alright with it; not dating just meant I didn't have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway. I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties; not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep. I didn't know about Mr. Riley, though. The Anderson's were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Riley might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my tits, which were a nice size; 36 C, and fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn't have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn't mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I'd lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over. My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighborhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently. The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2'' and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled. "Mr. Riley?" I asked. "Yeah, you must be Anna?" I smiled. "Nice to meet you, sir." He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Riley led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid's show in the next room. "Sorry about the mess," Mr. Riley said, returning without my jacket. "I haven't had time to clean anything up." "It's fine," I said, smiling. "No, it's embarrassing." He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed. My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Riley turned and lifted the boy. "This is Kyle," he said. Kyle looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father's, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly. "Hi Kyle," I said. "I'm Anna. I'm going to be here with you tonight." "Say hi, Kyle," Mr. Riley said, nudging the little boy. "Hi," Kyle said quietly. Mr. Riley put him down and Kyle ran back into the other room. "I've got to finish getting ready for my meetings," he said. "If you wouldn't mind watching Kyle?" "Of course," I replied, "that's what I'm here for." I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Kyle looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch. "Wanna play?" he asked softly. By the time Mr. Riley poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Kyle and I were playing cars. Kyle hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go. He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Kyle told me about his mom. I wasn't exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Kyle knew about it; especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It's surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert. It was probably a bad decision on my part; the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Riley had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home. After Kyle was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn't take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Riley had on the coffee table, checking on Kyle every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open. I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Riley entered the room. He smiled at me. "Did I wake you up?" he asked. I yawned. "I guess so," I answered, laughing. "I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep." He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. "Did Kyle wear you out?" I smiled at him. "Well, it's my fault, really." I blushed. "I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I'm sorry." "Oh, that's fine," Mr. Riley said. "It's rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay." He frowned for a moment. "Why did you feel bad for him?" I bit my lip nervously. "Well, he just started talking about; about his mom; and I just;” Mr. Riley smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. "I understand." I took a good look at Mr. Riley. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. "I'm a mess, I know," he sighed, sitting on the couch. "It's been hard since; well; she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I'm still trying to figure out how I'm supposed to balance him and my job." I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. "Sorry," he said. "It's okay," I answered. "Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit." He smiled at me again. "I'll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn't have to do that." I smiled back. "It wasn't a problem." "Well, thanks. It really helped." I picked up my bag. "Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?" "Yeah, go right ahead. It's in the kitchen." He leaned back against the couch as I walked away. I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing my mom's cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings. "I'm ready to come home now," I said. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry!" she answered. "Haven't you looked outside? It's a blizzard out there." I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. "I fell asleep, I hadn't noticed." "That explains why you didn't answer your cell phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Hon, the car won't start in this weather and it's snowed in the driveway." "It's fine, Mom, I'll call a cab," I told her. "Okay, well let me know when it picks you up." I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Riley was still sitting on the couch. "Do you have a phone book?" I asked. "My mom's car won't start, I need to call a taxi." "Of course," he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialed. The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up. "Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company," said a woman's voice. "Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator." I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Riley. "The cab company shut down," I told him. He nodded. "I thought they might have. The roads are awful." He thought for a moment. "If it's alright with you, you're welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I'd drive you but I don't want to wake Kyle." I considered it for a moment. "It really seems like the only option," I said quietly. "If you don't mind, of course." He smiled at me. "Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it's the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I'll go get the guest room ready." I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Riley's. "Well, alright," she said, thought slightly reluctantly. "Remember to help Mrs. Riley make breakfast tomorrow." I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn't tell her that there was no Mrs. Riley. "Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow." I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Kyle's. Mr. Riley came out as I was walking towards it. "There's fresh sheets and everything in there," he whispered. "But I'm afraid I don't have anything for you to wear." "That's fine," I replied quietly. "I can just sleep in this." He blushed. "Well, my wife left some of her things; I haven't cleared them out of our room yet. If you'd like you can grab something of hers." I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Riley quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall. We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Riley referred to it as "our room," as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn't be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity. He turned around and smiled apologetically. "I should clean up, huh," he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit. I laughed softly. "It's fine." He motioned to the closet. "You can pick whatever you'd like. I'll grab you a toothbrush." With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom. I opened the closet door. It was all woman's clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by color. I couldn't help but laugh a bit when I saw it. There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Riley had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Riley, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn't even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do. "Mommy?" I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Kyle's head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him. "No, Anna. Remember me, Kyle?" I asked softly. His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Riley came out of the ensuite. "Shouldn't you be in bed, buddy?" he asked. "Want Mommy!" Kyle shouted, then began to wail. Mr. Riley glanced at me. "Go ahead and change in there," he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. "He doesn't usually take long for me to calm down, but I'll need to take him to the washroom." I watched as Mr. Riley picked Kyle up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men's toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set. I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Riley's pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my tits with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be; they were practically briefs. I couldn't do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone. I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing. "Anna?" I heard Mr. Riley call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Riley standing in the center of the room. He smiled. "You found something, then?" I blushed. "Umm; sort of." He looked at me, confused. "I found something, but I didn't realize; well, it's just that; I guess she was a bit smaller than me?" He nodded quickly. "I didn't think of that," he admitted, but then shrugged. "It's just for sleeping, though, it shouldn't matter." I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Riley wouldn't think the same thing after he saw his wife's clothes on me, but I shrugged. "I guess you're right," I said, turning and opening the door. When I stepped into the room, Mr. Riley's mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits. Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Riley, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Riley stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit. "So, it's not too small then?" I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. "No; it's fine;” I couldn't help but grin as his voice cracked a bit more and he held his hand out. "Your toothbrush?" he offered, still not looking at me. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I walked towards him, swaying my hips a lot more than I usually would. I grinned as I stepped closer than I needed to, letting my fingers brush against his as I gently pulled the toothbrush from his hand. He was staring hard at the carpet, a muscle in his jaw twitching slightly. "Thanks," I said softly. "Is Kyle okay?" He nodded. "Just misses his mom sometimes," he said, still staring at the floor. "He should sleep through the rest of the night though. Usually only wakes up the one time." I smiled, staying quiet. After a moment, Mr. Riley's gaze shifted. Only slightly, but I knew his eyes were back on my tits. "You can touch if you want," I whispered. I nearly expected him to back away from me, the way his eyes shot up and looked at me. I looked back at him, still smiling. He reached out tentatively and put his hands on my hips, looking nervously into my eyes. I bit my lip softly and stepped forward, nearly pressing against Mr. Riley. I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders. "This is wrong;” he muttered, pulling me a bit closer and pressing me against the hard bulge in his pants. I grinned at him again. "It's okay if I want to, too," I whispered. "You're the babysitter. You; I just met you;” "We both want it;” "You're so young;” he continued, nearly pulling back. I laughed. "You seem to be enjoying it so far," I teased, rolling my hips a bit, rubbing against him. He groaned and roughly pulled my hips, pushing me against him before he stooped down a bit and kissed me hard. I kissed him back, my hands resting loosely around his neck. I ran my tongue along his lip and he groaned again, his hands trailing around from my hips to my ass, rubbing up along my back and shoulders, and then finally cupping my tits. I moaned softly against his mouth, biting down softly on his lip. "I wanted to fuck you the second you walked in the door," he said gruffly, his lips suddenly on my neck as he fondled my tits. My nipples hardened under his palms, the cotton of the tank top rubbing against me. "I thought about you my entire meeting. Jerked off in the bathroom before I drove home." I moaned when he said that, my hands trailing down to rub his hard cock through his pants. He groaned and pressed into my hands. He was sucking on my neck, one hand on my tit and the other rubbing up and down my hip and stomach. I tilted my head back, moaning as he touched me. Without warning, he put his hands on the back of my thighs and nudged my legs apart. In a single, swift movement, he lifted me off the ground. I squealed, shocked, and wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me as he turned, carried me over to the bed, and gently set me down on the edge, his lips pressed against mine the entire time. He pulled away from me gently, grinning for a moment before he went to the door, shutting it completely and locking it. I grinned at him as he turned back to me, leaning back on my arms and spreading my legs a bit. "Fuck," he said, looking at me. I giggled and he walked back, sitting next to me on the bed. I leaned forward and kissed him again. Each time his lips touched mine I felt a tiny shock shoot through my body, nearly leaving me short of breath. I let one leg rest across his lap, and he ran his hand up my soft, smooth leg. I shivered as he touched me, his hands leaving a trail of goose pimples behind them as I felt what seemed like surges of electricity run through my body. His hand trailed up my leg and hip, along the bare skin on the side of my stomach, and finally stopped on my tit, overtop the pink tank top. My nipples were already hard, and he pinched the left one lightly through my top. I gasped when he did and he kissed me harder. My nipples are incredibly sensitive, and each time he rolled one between his fingers, my clit throbbed. I moaned against his mouth and he reached up with his other hand, cupping my other tit and pinching that nipple, too. I could hardly take it, and I broke the kiss suddenly. He looked up at me, slightly alarmed, but I just giggle and pushed him back on the bed. I straddled his lap, leaning down to kiss him against as I started to unbutton his shirt. He flicked his tongue against my mouth, his hands reaching up to rest on my ass. As I finished unbuttoning his shirt, I gently rubbed my covered slit against the bulge in his pants. He groaned loudly and thrust up, grinding his hard cock against my clit. I moaned and pushed his shirt off. The second he shrugged it off his arms, he started to pull on the hem of the tiny tank top I was wearing. I let him push it up a bit before I leaned back a bit, grabbing the hem myself and pulling the tight material over my head. My tits bounced out of the shirt as I pulled it over them, and I heard Mr. Riley inhale sharply as I finished pulling it over my head and drop it on the floor. When I looked at him, his eyes were wide as he stared at my tits. "Everything okay?" I asked. I looked down at my body. My nipples were dark pink, medium size, and incredibly hard. My tits seemed to be swollen from just the little bit of kissing and touching we had done. I was getting so hot, and I knew my skin was flushed, the pink tone spreading from my cheeks to the base of my neck. Mr. Riley seemed to be enjoying it, at any rate, and he stared at me for a long moment before saying anything. "Your tits are fucking amazing," he gasped. He gently pushed me off him so I was lying on my back, then immediately pressed his mouth to my tits. I moaned as he licked and sucked them. He lavished attention on one before switching sides, cupping my other tit with his hand as he rolled his tongue around my nipple. My legs were spread and he was lying between them, and before long my cunt was throbbing so much that I had to arch my back and grind against him, needing some friction on my clit. Without moving his lips from my tit, he reached down with one hand and gently rubbed my slit through the shorts. It felt amazing. His fingers were skilled and felt so good against my throbbing pussy. It still wasn't enough, however, and I gently pulled his head off my tits, kissing him hard as I reached up to unzip his pants. I undid them quickly and he let me push them down and throw them to the floor. He was wearing boxers, and I could see his cock straining against them, the bulge enticing me. I ran my hands along his chest and stomach, before sliding one under the waistband and wrapping it around his cock. He groaned again, leaning down to resume sucking on my tits as I started to stroke his cock. It was smooth and throbbing in my hand, and bigger than I expected. I rubbed it gently and he pushed forward in my hand, his moans stifled by my tits as he pressed his face against them. I stroked a bit harder and he thrust into my hand again, moaning. He pulled his head from my tits and kissed me, still rubbing my clit through the shorts. "Keep doing that and I'm gonna cum way too fast," he gasped. I giggled and he shook his head. "I'm not joking. I haven't gotten anything near this since Kyle was born." I raised an eyebrow and he blushed a bit. "My wife;” he started to say. I kissed him quickly and giggled again. "You don't need to explain," I said quietly, stroking his cock lightly. He groaned and rubbed my clit again. "So good;” he mumbled, and I moaned as touched me. I started stroking his cock a bit faster and he groaned. After a moment he reached down and grabbed my wrist gently, stopping my movements. He kissed me hard, on the lips and then along my jawbone before trailing his lips down my neck, sucking gently. He pulled my hand out of his boxers as he kissed my neck. He licked down my chest and gently ran his teeth on my nipples, making me gasp. I felt his lips trail down my tits and onto my stomach, where he licked and kissed down to the waistband of the shorts. He then started to pull on them, sliding them down my hips, his lips trailing along behind them and gently kissing my pussy as he slipped the shorts off. He sat up and just looked at me for a moment. I blushed a bit when he didn't say anything, and he noticed, laughing a bit. "You're fucking gorgeous," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss my inner thigh. "My wife was nowhere near as sexy as you. She had no tits, no hips." He kissed up my thigh, spreading my legs a bit more and kissing my pussy lips. "You have such a hot body." He reached up and cupped one of my tits as he kissed my pussy, touching everything but my clit. "Big, firm tits." He reached under me with his other hand, cupping my ass. "Nice, round ass." He finally kissed my clit, sucking on it gently. I cried out, arching my back against him. "Sweet, tight pussy." He plunged his tongue into my cunt and I moaned loudly, reaching down to press his head harder against me. He licked my pussy and then moved his mouth to my clit, sucking on it as he pushed two fingers into my cunt. I moaned and couldn't keep myself from grinding against his mouth and fingers, panting as I wound my fingers in his hair. He licked eagerly, biting gently on my clit as he thrust his fingers inside me. "Muh, Mr. Riley?" I panted a few moments later. "I'm gonna; oh God gonna cum;” He responded simply by sucking harder on my clit and pushing his fingers faster. I came hard, moaning loudly as I felt my orgasm crash through my body. My toes curled and I arched my back. I wasn't sure if I had shut my eyes or just temporarily blinded myself from the amount of pleasure I felt. When I came down a bit, I could feel Mr. Riley still licking my pussy, lapping up my juices. I was panting as he did so, and he finally moved his head away and crawled up, laying down beside me. I looked over at him and he grinned. I couldn't help but laugh. "My wife hated that," he said. "What was wrong with her?" I gasped. He laughed and leaned over, kissing me hard. I kissed him back, tasting myself on his lips. "You're so fucking young," he murmured as he kissed me, gently rubbing my tits. "This is so wrong." I laughed. "I don't see you complaining." "I'm not," he replied, rubbing my nipples lightly. "Just can't believe how hot this is." "Can't believe you're fucking a young little high school babysitter?" I asked teasingly. He groaned and kissed me, flicking his tongue against mine. I reached down and pulled his boxers off, sliding them down and pulling his cock out. He was uncut, his cock a bit longer than usual, and very thick. I licked my lips as I looked at it, and he laughed. "I'd ask you to suck it," he said, "but I want to fuck you. I can't wait any longer." He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him so I was straddling his lap. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, moaning as I felt him enter me. His cock felt huge inside my cunt. I hadn't had anything but my fingers in there recently, and the only guy I'd been with previously had a much smaller cock than Mr. Riley's. I let it enter me slowly, allowing myself adjust to his thick meat. He moaned as my tight pussy inched down on his cock, until he was finally buried hilt-deep in my cunt. I stopped for a moment, letting myself get used to the foreign feeling in my pussy. Mr. Riley reached around me and put his hands on my ass, pushing me down even harder on it. I moaned when he did, and slowly started moving myself on top of his cock. The feeling was amazing, and I moaned as I let his cock slide in and out of my pussy. "Fuck;” he groaned, and his hands slide to my hips, guiding my movements on top of him. I started to ride him a bit faster, panting as he thrust up into me. My tits started to bounce as I moved faster, and he reached up with one hand to cup them as I rode his cock. I moaned as he pinched my nipples, moving faster and harder on top of him, and moaned even louder as he used his other hand to rub my clit. I loved the feeling of his cock moving in and out of my tight, stretched hole, and before long I could feel myself nearly ready to cum. My hips bucked and he pressed on my clit and pinched my nipple at the same time, and I came again with a loud moan, tilting my head back as he thrust himself up into me. I rode my orgasm out, before nearly collapsing on top of him. He pulled out for a second and pushed me gently onto my stomach. "Get on your hands and knees," he said softly. I obeyed immediately and he moved behind me. He reached one hand under me and gently stroked my dripping pussy, and with his other he reached over to the bedside table. He grabbed something; I didn't know what until I felt a hand spreading my ass cheeks and a gentle, slippery finger probing at my hole. "Mr. Riley?" I asked nervously. He pressed a soft kiss on my back. "It'll be okay," he whispered. "Please, Anna. I love doing this and my wife never let me." He kissed me again, reassuringly. "It might hurt a little, I'm not going to lie, but it feels really good after a bit." I hesitated at first. "Okay," I finally said. He slipped a finger into my hole, and the feeling wasn't bad. He wriggled it around a bit and I even moaned softly. After a moment he took it out and when he put his finger back, it felt even better. This time, he slowly added a second finger. I moaned and pressed back against him as he repeated his movements from before. He laughed softly and I could hear him using a lot of the lube. His tip pressed against my hole. He pushed with a bit of force and I felt his tip slide into me. My asshole stretched around it and I started to breathe a bit harder. He pushed his cock into my ass slowly, letting me adjust to the size. It was uncomfortable at first, but before I knew it his entire cock was buried in my ass. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. It didn't hurt as much that time, and the next time he did it, I moaned. He was moaning as he started to thrust a bit harder into my ass, though nowhere near as hard as if he had been fucking my pussy. It still felt amazing, and by the sounds he was making, I was guessing he thought so, too. He reached around me and gently stroked my clit with one hand. The other was braced on my hip as he pushed his cock inside me. "Fuck, Anna," he groaned, "this is; fucking amazing; you don't know how fucking good this is;” He moved a bit faster, not too quickly, and I moaned as I felt his balls slap against me as he fucked my ass. He kept talking, though I couldn't really understand what he was saying. Mostly things like "so good" and "so tight" and "fuck, fuck, fuck." But I did understand when he cried out "Fuck, Anna, I'm gonna cum!" His body shuddered against me and I felt his hot load shooting into my ass. He was leaning against my body, supporting himself as he moaned and came hard. Panting, he finished, holding his cock inside my ass for a few moments before he gently pulled out. I practically collapsed on the bed, and he fell right next to me. We lay there, and I listened to him pant for a minute or two before he said anything. "I haven't cum like that in years," he finally murmured, sitting up. I watched him move off the bed and walk, naked, across the room. He flicked the light off and walked back, pulling the covers up. I pulled myself under them and he lay down beside me, reaching over and wrapping his arms around me. "So it was good?" I asked, giggling. He laughed. "Good? It was fantastic. Amazing. Fucking; wonderful." He held me close to him and I could hear his heart pounding. "Just what I needed." I sighed contently. "I can't thank you enough for this, Anna. For everything." "I enjoyed it too, Mr. Riley," I replied. He laughed again. "You don't have to call me Mr. Riley," he said, yawning at the end of his sentence. I agreed silently, starting to fall asleep as our warm, naked bodies pressed together. Based on a post by lily ann, for Literotica.

George Riley sits down with Jamz to break down the lyrics and themes of 'Private Life', from her 2025 mixtape, More Is More. George discusses her thoughts on modern femininity, writing sex-positive lyrics and gives flowers to some of the inspiring women pushing boundaries and changing attitudes through their artistry. Jamz explores how George uses characters as a way of social commentary. As a student of politics, George shares her thoughts on the role of politics within music, communities and social media. From her roots in the world of jazz, soul and electronica, George talks maturing and developing discernment as an artist, her love of pop music and becoming a go-to club music collaborator. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Between The Lines is Back! The new season airs from 5th November with the one and only Kae Tempest talking about song lyrics & artistry. Other guests include Wretch 32, Jacob Alon, Emma-Jean Thackray, George Riley & Rosie Lowe. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Empezamos con el recogimiento otoñal al que nos lleva Mac DeMarco en su nuevo disco, 'Guitar', recientemente publicado...pero el viaje continúa hasta el momento de la eclosión todavía estival. Mac Demarco - NightmareMadi Diaz - AmbivalenceTom Misch - Red MoonThe Beths - Straight line was a lieIndigo de Souza - Crying over nothingNourished By Time - Automatic LoveJoy Crookes - Somebody to youLuna Li, Hope Tala - I imagineOlivia Dean - Nice to each otherJudeline, Sega Bodega - PIKIMarquitos - Con loq1 naceNathy Peluso - Todo roto (feat. Ca7riel & Paco Amoroso) Blood Orange - Somewhere in between Kelly Lee Owens - DreamstateLogic1000, George Riley - i couldn't hold backBubble Love, Ross From Friends - Lying in the sunNick Leon, Erika de Casier - BikiniEscuchar audio

Soft and unreal Illusionary Images 165 (Aug 2025) - Silent Nebulae is here. Featuring my latest EP - The Unfinished Pathway / Luthaeris. 1. Alex Lustig - Serendipity (Original Mix) [Alex Lustig] 2. West & Zander - Tomtebo [Epidemic Sound] 3. Luke Taylor - Radiance (Original Mix) [DistroKid] 4. Azeon. - Ephemeral (Original Mix) [DistroKid] 5. pølaroit, Maybemahri - Found You (Extended Mix) [Anjunadeep Explorations] 6. TWO LANES - Bloom (Original Mix) [TWO LANES MUSIC] 7. Satori (NL), laska - Tiyami (Original Mix) [Maktub Records] 8. Blugazer - The Unfinished Pathway (Original Mix) [Maldesoule] 9. pølaroit, Loutouse - Way Home (Extended Mix) [Anjunadeep Explorations] 10. Plaha, Winter Kid, Azeon. - The Middle Of Nowhere (Original Mix) [Oasis.] 11. Leaving Laurel - sometimes it's scary but it's still just you and me (Extended Mix) [Anjunadeep] 12. PIANIKA - Shy (TÂCHES Remix) [NIKAU] 13. James Marley - can you see me (Original Mix) [Marvibe Records] 14. lycoriscoris - Shirabe (Original Mix) [Anjunadeep] 15. KC Lights - Cold Light (feat. Leo Stannard) [6am Remix] [Toolroom] 16. Saive - You (Original Mix) [Juno Music] 17. Blugazer - Luthaeris (Original Mix) [Maldesoule] 18. overuu - levitate (Original Mix) [Oasis.] 19. Boehm - Sunny Days (Original Mix) [Spectrum Recordings] 20. Christian Löffler feat. Shallou - Free (Original Mix) [This Never Happened] 21. yuraa - Give Into You (Henry Green Remix) [Akira] 22. Powel, Fiordland - Backwater (Powel Remix) [Seven Villas] 23. Aden Lou - Stay (Extended Mix) [Radiant Studios] 24. Kiasmos - Burst (ANNA Remix) [Erased Tapes] 25. Sebastian Sellares - Limbo (Extended Mix0 [Anjunadeep] 26. Banyan - Cradle of Life (Extended Mix) [Lilly Era (DE)] 27. edapollo - Forever (Original Mix) [Beyond Rec] 28. Julian Schwarz - If It's Not You (Original Mix) [Beyond Rec] 29. Jamie Stevens - Tidings (Braxton Remix) [Music To Die For] 30. Joris Voorn - Rose (Extended Mix) [Armada] 31. Nuage - Floor 5 (Original Mix) [Microfunk] 32. MARION - Leprechaun (Original Mix) [MARION Music] 33. Logic1000, George Riley - i couldn't hold back (feat. George Riley) (feat. George Riley) [Therapy] 34. MOAT, kallepdp - without you (Original Mix) [DistroKid] 35. Blonde Maze - Where the Birds Go to Hum (Original Mix) [Enhanced Chill]

Jamie xx - Dream NightAxel Boman - Twinkle TwinkleLewis OfMan - Seoul Disco Night Fcukers - Play MeThe Dare - LCA LSDXOXO, Boys Noize, VTSS - REDHAAi - Hey! Jorja Smith - With You George Riley - Slow Logic1000, George Riley - i couldn't hold back Verses GT, George Riley - Your LightDJ Koze - Buschtaxi Fever Ray - Kandy (Radical Romantics Session)Barry Can't Swim - Like It's Part Of The DanceJoy Orbison, Overmono, Skiifall - LippyEscuchar audio

Playlist: Wombo - Danger In FivesShame - Quiet LifeAda Lea - something in the windGotts Street Park - Strawberry DreamWet Leg - mangetoutBloc Party - MercuryLogic1000, George Riley - i couldn't hold backBaxter Dury, JGrrey - Return of The Sharp HeadsAbsolute Losers - In The CrowdNeighbourly - Wild SqueegeePrefab Sprout - Cue FanfareNilüfer Yanya - KneelNew Chance - Multiple Storms Seek Attention

Gelli Haha dice que se toma la falta de seriedad muy en serio. Y eso ayuda a entender mucho mejor Switcheroo, el debut de esta compositora de Los Ángeles, para quien el humor y la ironía son tan esenciales como los sintetizadores y las mejores referencias de los años 80. Este álbum funciona como las mejores comedias: es ágil e inteligente. Por si quedaban dudas sobre su intención, la primera canción se titula, elocuentemente, Funny Music. Y hacía falta un poco de humor en una escena de música de baile que últimamente ha estado demasiado volcada en la introspección y la emotividad.Playlist:Two Shell - beeepSOPHIE - BIPPBarry Can't Swim - DifferentChicks on Speed - Synthesize Gelli Haha - Spit PinkPantheress - Illegal Jayda G - The ShiverFKA twigs - PerfectlySudan Archives - MY TYPEDaphni - Clap Your HandsSoulwax - All Systems Are Lying Nosaj Thing, Jacques Greene - Your Light (feat. George Riley)KETTAMA, Shady Nasty, Fred again.. - Air MaxesFred again, SOAK - just stand there Swimming Paul - Drinking To Get DrunkEscuchar audio

¿Ya estamos empezando a escuchar discos que saldrán en noviembre? Sí... pero, seamos honestos, ¿no es también cierto que Whitney suenan increíbles tanto en un atardecer de verano como en una mañana soleada de otoño? Para acompañar esos dos momentos perfectos del día, y del año, regresan Whitney con la conmovedora 'Dandelion'. Así anuncian 'Small Talk', el disco que, efectivamente, llegará en noviembre.Playlist:Georgia - Wanna PlayLorde - ShapeshifterFKA twigs - PerfectlySG Lewis, Shygirl - SugarWater From Your Eyes - Playing ClassicsSmerz - Roll the diceOklou - blade birdAlex G - OrangesFlorist - JellyfishBon Iver - S P E Y S I D EMac DeMarco - HomeWhitney - DandelionsTennis - At The WeddingErika de Casier - DelusionalNick León, Ela Minus - Ghost OrchidNosaj Thing, Jacques Greene - Your Light (feat. George Riley)Escuchar audio

Aunque no lo parezca por la cantidad de proyectos que lleva adelante, Jeff Tweedy todavía tiene tiempo libre… y lo que es mejor, sigue teniendo ideas y creatividad para aprovecharlo al máximo. El líder de Wilco acaba de anunciar un nuevo álbum solista, y será un disco triple. 'Twilight Override' incluirá 30 canciones nuevas y saldrá a finales de septiembre, cinco años después de su último trabajo en solitario. Y como el disco es enorme, su anuncio no podía ser menos: llega acompañado por el lanzamiento de cuatro canciones de adelanto.Playlist:Jeff Tweedy - Out in the DarkGeese - TaxesAlex G - June GuitarGrumpy - CrushBeen Stellar - AdoredWet Leg - mangetoutWater From Your Eyes - Playing ClassicsAnimal Collective - Love On the Big ScreenThe Charlatans - We Are LoveBlood Orange - The Field (feat. The Durutti Column, Tariq Al.Sabir, Caroline Polachek & Daniel Caesar)Nosaj Thing, Jacques Greene - Your Light (feat. George Riley)Logic1000, George Riley - i couldn't hold backFKA twigs - PerfectlySudan Archives - MY TYPEDaphni - Clap Your HandsEscuchar audio

Full show: https://kNOwBETTERHIPHOP.com Artists Played: NIKO IS, KValentine, Chris Rob, Jessica Care Moore, Nottz, conshus, Kristen Warren, Arrested Development, Configa, RAYNE, Tatamimuse, Public Enemy, Tom Caruana, Milk Dee, Biko, Crime Mob, Dom Kennedy, The Allergies, Logic1000, George Riley, Crescendo, Theo Croker, Malaya, Ivason Black, Dav!d Sm!th, WheelUp, Abacus, Liv East, Leisure Chief, Buck 65, Goldkimono, 4-IZE, RJ Payne, Daylyt, OutKast, GOODie MOb, IMAKEMADBEATS

Uno de los grandes lanzamientos del año ya es una realidad. 'Virgin', el tercer álbum de Lorde, representa al mismo tiempo una renovación y un regreso. En sus letras hay un crecimiento claro: la artista y la persona aquí ya no es la misma que jugaba con la luz en 'Solar Power'. Sin embargo, en lo sonoro, hay un retorno al pulso emocional y al alcance masivo que definieron a 'Melodrama'. Como si Lorde decidiera tomar distancia de aquel disco veraniego y optimista que recibió tantas críticas. En 'Virgin', la producción corre a cargo de Jim-E Stack, y los créditos reúnen a un elenco estelar: Fabiana Palladino, Daniel Nigro, Rob Moose, Buddy Ross, Andrew Aged, Devonté Hynes o Justin Vernon, entre otros.Playlist:Lorde - ShapeshifterBlood Orange - The Field (feat. The Durutti Column, Tariq Al.Sabir, Caroline Polachek & Daniel Caesar)Animal Collective - Love On the Big ScreenLCD Soundsystem - Home (Tom Sharkett Edit)The Dare - I Can't Scape MyselfLewis OfMan - Seoul Disco NightSofia Kourtesis - Canela Pura1tbsp, Cherry chola - Rosas Y BesitosLogic1000, George Riley - i couldn't hold backErika de Casier - MissKaitlyn Aurelia Smith - Stare Into MeSasha Keable - Feel SomethingDurand Jones & The Indications - ParadiseFine - RunKevin Abstract, Love Spells - Post Break Up BeautyAlex G - June GuitarMac DeMarco - HomeEscuchar audio

In der neuen Folge des Tonleiter-Podcasts sprechen wir uns durch die Releases der letzten Woche und hören uns komplett quer durch verschiedene Genres. Mit dabei sind heute: Luca Scelsi, Lukas Werntze und Fiona Dürr Produktion und Schnitt: Fiona Dürr

Hologramme — Tulip ft Anaïs Cardot (Surfaces) SamWoy —  Poison (Even Sad Boys Like To Have Fun) Aesop Rock — Send Help (Black Hole Suprette) yeule - The girl who sold her face (evangelic girl is a gun) Bouvier Normal — Is It My Thoughts? (True Love) SENSEI H —pas demain, ni hier (en attendant l'amour) Smerz — Close (Big city life) Tuerie - FLOP (Les Amants Terribles) Billy Woods - Cold Sweat ft ANT(GOLLIWOG) High Klassified - Besoin d'amour ft Tsew the Kid et Dau Marina Sena - Docura (Coisas Naturais) Khadija Al Hanafi - Yeah I Like aH (¡OK!) Sherelle - FREAKY (JUST MY TYPE) ft. George Riley

Full show: https://kNOwBETTERHIPHOP.com Artist Played: AMiAM, Omar Saleem, Philly Wyld Chyld, conshus, WordChemist, DJ Stranger, Shinobi Stalin, J.PERIOD, Joss Stone, Kardinal Offishall, Snowk, RiE MORRiS, Myles Bullen, LImperatrice, Yungun aka Essa, Dabeull, Holybrune, Hermanos Gutierrez, Juan Pierre, HiddenHand, Justice, Tame Impala, Tensei, Yaw, Demetrius Rhymes, Whoiskramer, Chuck Strangers, Crescendo, George Riley, REKS, Samir, Jordan Rakei, Mr. DJ , OutKast, GOODie MOb, IMAKEMADBEATS

Join your hosts Breezy, Juicy, and Jolly St Vik in this week's thrilling episode as they dive deep into the world of sports betting with special guest George “Riley” Panagakis, better known as @GRPwins on gambling Twitter.Tune in as the crew delves into George's impressive 2023 results, his renowned notebook where he meticulously tracks his gambling triumphs, and the journey that led him to become a household name in the gambling community. Discover the secrets behind how Riley estimates his open positions, offering invaluable insights into his sports betting strategies.But that's not all! This week, Jolly St Vik delivers his expert analysis on the Super Bowl, breaking down the game like only he can. Juice adds his flavor to the mix with his thoughts on the commercials and music that lit up the halftime show.And for all you basketball enthusiasts out there, Breezy brings the heat by discussing the top College Basketball coaches who could lead their teams to glory in March Madness. Get ready to amp up your excitement for the upcoming tournament and consider opening a few more positions on some promising teams before the madness ensues.So grab your lucky charms and get ready for an action-packed episode filled with insider tips, lively discussions, and a whole lot of good juju. Don't miss out on this week's episode of "Gambling with Good JuJu"!

1. RADIO WONDERLAND OPENER2. Max Low - Just Dance3. Adriatique & WhoMadeWho - Miracle (RÜFÜS DU SOL Remix)4. Moore Kismet - Girls On Bread5. Dillon Francis, Arden Jones - I'm My Only Friend6. IMANU x Zeds Dead - Rush7. Mura Masa - Rise (feat. NADIAH)8. Fred again.. & Jozzy - ten9. Can't Play Myself (A Tribute To Amy) - Skepta, Amy Winehouse10. Ternion Sound - Artifice11. Darby - Think Bout U12. juuku - Ripple (feat. grandpa julie)13. saka - RENEGADE GRANDMASTER14. George Riley & Hudson Mohawke - S e x15. Peekaboo - Sleepwalk16. Flowdan, Lil Baby, & Skrillex – Pepper17. PinkPantheress - Capable of love18. OddKidOut - HOLD ON TO (feat. Boy Beverly)19. sumthin sumthin - SIMON SAYS FLIP20. saka - Harbinger21. G JONES - Dancing On The Edge22. REZZMAU5, deadmau5, Rezz - Infraliminal (Isabelle's Version)23. William Black, ILLENIUM & Alana Springsteen - My Own AdviceA NoiseHouse

Full show: https://kNOwBETTERHIPHOP.com Artist Played: AMiAM, Blueprint, Kno, conshus, Colette Chantel, Amerigo Gazaway, Dillon, Luna, Honor Flow Productions, Stik Figa, The Expert, Ana Tijoux, Blu, Nottz, Shad, Quelle Chris, Joel Culpepper, Miguel Atwood-Ferguson, Ensilence, Tekbeatz, Blonde Redhead, Blac Supreme, Daptone Records, EyeQ, Blockhead, Koreatown Oddity, Open Mike Eagle, George Riley, Arrested Development, Chuck D, Grandmaster Caz, Configa, Speech, EJ the Witchdoctor, OutKast, GOODie MOb, IMAKEMADBEATS

Et James Brown qui copie David Bowie. Ou l'inverse. TRACKLISTLee Moses - Time and Place Souleance - Koul Dan Mon Do (Poirier Remix)Jockstrap - Sexy ft. Babymorocco & Taylor Skye Yaya Bey - the evidence Le disque de 19h22 (envoyez votre proposition, un morceau aux couleurs Nova Club, à @davidblot sur Instagram!) :Harold Melvin & Blue Notes - Wake up Everybody Pinkpantheress - Another life (ft. Rema)Pinkpantheress - Bury me (ft. Kelela)Larry June & Cards - Clocked In Brent Faiyaz - On This Side ft. A$AP ANT & CruddyMurdaBenny The Butcher & Lil Wayne - Big Dog L'Rain - Pet RockSofia Kourtesis - Cecilia George Riley - Star George Riley - Skin Raphael Schön - Fiesta 2000 (Sally C remix)Actress - Its me ( g 8 )Hotline TNT - Protocol David Bowie - Fame (Live Nassau Coliseum 76')James Brown - Hot (I Need To Be Loved, Loved, Loved, Loved)Dasha Rush - Trumpets of Andromeda Julia Holter - Sun Girl Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

LA FIESTA RAVE EN LA RADIO! -PODCAST SDU583- IT'S TIME 2 TECHNO RAVE! UNIKA.FM MADRID PRESENTA SONIDOS DEL UNIVERSO RADIOSHOW DESDE NUEVA YORK CON SUPERASIS INDAHOUSE --RADIO NEW YORK CLUB-- desde el Centro de Manhattan, Nueva York / Broadcast 07.11.23 Empire State Building Studios- LIVESTREAMING - EDICION EN ESPAÑOL- Unika.fm Madrid España & App: unika fm live y www.unika.fm - Broadcast *Martes (22:00-00:00 horas) (UTC/GMT +1). -VANGUARDIA, ESTRENOS Y NUEVAS TENDENCIAS EN LA ESCENA GLOBAL UNDERGROUND TECHNO RAVE- FUTURE DANCE- ELECTRO- BREAKBEATS, desde los Mejores Nightclubs de la Gran Manzana FOR CLUBBERS AND RAVERS - NEW ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC FROM THE NEW YORK CITY UNDERGROUND- TRACKLIST: 1.- MISTAJAM & EMEXL- STAGE 3 2.- MISTAJAM & EMEXL- BOOM BOX 3.- SNEIJDER, SHUGZ & MULTATES- BASS KEEP PUMPIN' 4.- KLUBBHEADS- KICKIN HARD (DJ DADDY TRANCE EXTENDED REMIX) 5.- DJ LOVE- WHISTLE 6.- DIFFRENT- LIVE AND DIRECT 7.- DISCLOSURE- SIMPLY WONT DO (DJ BORING REMIX) 8.- MEG WARD- TROUBLES 9.- HAAi- ZIGGY 10.- DJ HEARTSTRING & NARCIS- HEARTBREAK REPAIR SYSTEM 11.- KETTAMA- SOUND OF THE POLICE 12.- TONY DE VIT- DON'T EVER STOP (BK EXTENDED REMIX) 13.- JOSH HVVAL- GIBBERISH 14.- JOSH HVVAL- SAY YES 15.- RAFAEL CERATO- STEP ON THE LEAD 16.- LAHERTE- GATE 17.- MELLA DEE- CUTTING SNAKES (KEEP ON MOVING) 18.- MATISA- CUDDLE 19.- GEORGE RILEY & HUDSON MOHAWKE- SEX 20.- EJECA- DO YOU BELIEVE 21.- FLOORPLAN- THE CURSE BREAKER 22.- KETTAMA- ROCK DA HOUSE 23.- LYRIC- BREATH & BRITCHES 24.- ProOne79- RITUAL CHORDS 25.- ASA808- BLIND 26.- FLOATING POINTS- BIRTH4000 27.- SOUL MASS TRANSIT SYSTEM- COOKIN UP YER BRAIN 28.- FLOORPLAN- WHAT YOU NEED 29.- SCUBA- ROOM WITH A VIEW INFORMATION: Instagram: @superasis Twitter: @superasis facebook: @djsuperasis & @superasisdj Youtube: superasis presents sonidos del universo CONTACT: superasis@me.com www.unika.fm Madrid & App: unika fm live PODCAST Free: Ivoox, Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, Amazon Music, YouTube, Anchor, Spotify, Mixcloud, Soundcloud,, DEEZER, iheart.com, Castbox.

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La première quinzaine d'octobre a été comme attendu bien chargée et il faisait tellement beau qu'on se serait cru au mois de juillet. Mais la fourmi doit bien se marrer, maintenant que la cigale a chopé le covid. Je n'étais pas là ni hier, ni lundi, au rendez-vous de Place des Fêtes, alors qu'on avait plein de bonnes choses dans les tuyaux, mais c'est la vie. Alors aujourd'hui il sera largement question de la 5ème édition de Bizarre, vous savez le festival queer qui fait sortir ses plumes et ses bracelets en cuir au Nord du Parc de la Villette. Un événement axé sur trois lieux, notre humble studio où nous vous proposons talks et dj sets en porte ouverte et en warm-up des plus grosses soirées, à la folie, véritable cœur battant de l'événement, et la Pavillon Villette, secret le mieux gardé du Parc. La Créole, Mustang, Barbi(e)turix, Discoquette, Mouillette, Sœurs Malsaines, Bingo Drag. On vous détaille le programme des réjouissances tout à l'heure avec Arnaud Lassince alias Crame, directeur artistique de à la folie. Et puis de la nouveauté parce qu'on était presque en manque avec une grosse escale britannique aujourd'hui, les Britanniques décidément très en forme en cette rentrée, et non je ne parlerai toujours pas de l'album des Stones ! PHOENIX "All Eyes On Me feat. Benee, Chad Hugo & Pusha T" GEORGE RILEY "S e x feat. Hudson Mohawke" PRIYA RAGU "Black Goose" 15 15 "That Boom" LAZULI "Shake it" PLATO ARNAUD LASSINCE BOYS SHORTS "Bender" Azaria & Andrea Lacoste "Soleil"

Avui tenim de tot, i la banda sonora es balla amb fonament. Cantants amb personalitat d'ahir, d'avui i del futur. Veniu i balleu. 01 Tomasz Guiddo - "Pain in my heart (feat. Louie Austen)" 02 C. Tangana - "Estrecho / Alvarado (feat. pablopablo)" 03 Yung Beef - "Drugstory" 04 McKinley Dixon - "Beloved! Paradise! Jazz!? (feat. Ms. Jaylin Brown)" 05 Thundercat + Tame Impala - "No more lies" 06 Los Invasores - "El rat

Samoa's 2000 World Cup captain Willie Poching joins Love Rugby League's George Riley for a special semi-final podcast as Samoa seek revenge on England, and New Zealand bid to topple world champions Australia. Poching discuss the pride and emotion of watching Samoa beat Tonga in a memorable quarter-final in Warrington, and reveals the key components to Samoa's remarkable resurgence since their 60-6 defeat to England on the opening day of the competition. The former Wakefield coach also reveals the truth behind being turned away from Samoa's training base and the subsequent conversations with head coach Matt Parish, and discusses why Parish has been so prickly with the media during the tournament. Poching also reveals his own future plans, and how he and his family are discussing leaving the UK after 25 years in the British game. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We're back for a World Cup podcast special, with host George Riley discussing all the latest with editor James Gordon and deputy editor Drew Darbyshire.  The men's tournament heads into the quarter-finals this weekend, with Shaun Wane's England set to take on Papua New Guinea in Wigan on Saturday. Australia and Lebanon kick-off the quarter-finals action on Friday in Huddersfield. Meanwhile, New Zealand face Fiji in Hull on Saturday evening, while Samoa will come head-to-head with Tonga in Warrington on Sunday. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Clive Anderson and Bidisha are joined by Sara Pascoe, Benedict MacDonald, Dreda Say Mitchell and Elf Lyons for an eclectic mix of conversation, music and comedy. With music from Alina Bzhezhinska & HipHarpCollective and George Riley.

NRL and Super League winner and former Ireland international Pat Richards is this week's guest on the Love Rugby League podcast. The former Parramatta, Wests Tigers, Wigan and Catalans winger joins host George Riley to reflect on his career and discuss life after league. Richards, 40, discusses Wigan's culture and the 'best' eight years of his life in the Super League competition. The Australian-born player looks ahead to the World Cup and reflects on representing his heritage with Ireland on the international stage. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Super League winner and current Featherstone Rovers player and coach Adam Cuthbertson is this week's guest on the Love Rugby League podcast! The 37-year-old joins host George Riley for this week's big interview on the podcast. A former NRL forward, Cuthbertson discusses his time at Leeds and the success he enjoyed, as well as looking at the current resurgence at the Rhinos. Cuthbertson discusses the fight for promotion to Super League, with his club Featherstone facing Batley Bulldogs in the semi-finals in the Championship this weekend. Meanwhile, deputy editor Drew Darbyshire joins the show to discuss all the latest. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Warrington's 2023 recruit and Wales international forward Gil Dudson is this week's guest on the Love Rugby League podcast. The former Wigan and Salford prop joins host George Riley for this week's big interview. Dudson, 32, discusses his time at Catalans and the frustrating end to his time in France following the club's play-off defeat to Leeds. He also talks about his experiences at Wigan and World Cup doubts while looking ahead to joining Daryl Powell's Wolves next season. Dudson also reveals the time he nearly hung up the boots during his career due to the ruthlessness of the sport. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tracklist :Coconuts Records - West CoastHot Chip - DownHot Chip - Freakout/ReleaseQuinn - please don't waste my timeEarth, Wind & Fire - SeptemberElisa Rose & Interplanetary Criminal - B.O.T.A (Baddest Of Them All)DJ Snake - Disco MaghrebWu-Lu, Lex Amor - South George Riley - TimeTiakola, Hamza - AtasantéOkzharp - Glo Down Nite TrackGhost Woman - GoodArmani Caesar, Stove God Cooks, Benny the Butcher - Hunnit Dolla HiccupL'argent Appelle L'argent - Pamelo Mounk'AJumboclat - Be With UAzu Tiwaline - Into The Wild Lou Reed – Men of Good Fortune - Words and Music, May 65 Demo (Light in the Attic) Tallies - Patina Arp - New Pleasures Notre politique de confidentialité GDPR a été mise à jour le 8 août 2022. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Toulouse Olympique winger and Scotland international Matty Russell is this week's guest on the Love Rugby League podcast.  The 29-year-old joins host George Riley for this week's big interview. Russell discusses Toulouse's relegation from Super League after just one year in the top flight and where his future lies in 2023.  The winger also opens up on his personal journey and the rollercoaster of his career, including problems with gambling and alcohol. Meanwhile, reporter Josh McAllister joins the show to discuss all the latest. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Wigan Warriors assistant coach Lee Briers joins host George Riley for this week's Love Rugby League podcast. Briers, 44, joined Wigan in October 2021 as part of the club's new coaching team under Matt Peet. The former international half-back discusses his coaching journey, from leaving Warrington, his chance at Wigan and the unmissable opportunity at Brisbane Broncos. Briers will make the move to the NRL club as transition coach at the end of 2022, and discusses how he believes things happen for a reason.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Rugby League World Cup 2021 chief executive Jon Dutton joins host George Riley for this week's Love Rugby League podcast.  The World Cup boss discusses the work behind this year's tournament and how it will become the best one year when it kicks-off on October 15.  This year's World Cup will be the biggest and best yet, according to Dutton and officials, with 61 matches scheduled.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

George Riley - "Sacrifice," a 2022 single on PLZ Make It Ruins. West London-based artist George Riley teams up with DJ/producer Vegyn for today's Song of the Day. Vegyn is best known for his work on Frank Ocean's Blonde and Endless, and brings that soulful sensibility to this dreamy slow jam. (He's also released it on his own PLZ Make It Ruins label.)  The track serves as a sneak peek at her forthcoming full-length, Running In Waves, to be released on September 9th via Vegyn's aforementioned label.  Read the full story at KEXP.orgSupport the show: https://www.kexp.org/donateSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This week's show covers new music from Cambridgeshire's SBTRKT, Newcastle Upon Tyne's Kathryn Williams, London's Jessie Ware, and West London's George Riley. For the archive track this week, Mark breaks out of our recent ‘90s fixation with a tune from the aughts, 2007 in fact. Off to Paris for the Michael Jackson besotted “D.A.N.C.E” by the one and only Justice. (They soundtrack that electric Volvo XC 60 ad too, though with a different tune.) Yes, time is a flat circle and music from 2007 still sounds futuristic.  ;)Of course, there are six more bonus tracks, but you have to sign up for our email newsletter to get those. (Great music is included there, too, ladies and gentlemen.) It's pretty easy to do, if you just click this link.  (And do so without fear. We won't misuse your email address, as this show is run by two guys, Mark and Brendan; Not some faceless corporation.) Lastly, don't miss our fabulous Spotify playlists. We make one for each episode of the show, so grab the latest if you are up to date, and dig into previous episodes if you are new here, or just curious. Have a terrific week! 

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For our show on May 8th, Richard Mabion and Rich Gutowski return to speak about their KCK-Paterson NJ conversation with George Riley and Regana Bracey, two Paterson, New Jersey cohorts.  […] The post ENVIRONMENTAL DEGRADATION OF INNER CITY AREAS – LET'S DO BETTER appeared first on KKFI.

For our show on May 8th, Richard Mabion and Rich Gutowski return to speak about their KCK-Paterson NJ conversation with George Riley and Regana Bracey, two Paterson, New Jersey cohorts.   This show will be all about Paterson, and its thoughts and efforts to design a local strategy regarding social-economic development possibilities for their service areas. […] The post ENVIRONMENTAL DEGRADATION OF INNER CITY AREAS – LET'S DO BETTER appeared first on KKFI.

Abbie McCarthy presents a mixtape of tracks recorded at the BBC Introducing SXSW Showcase, featuring Wet Leg, George Riley, Priya Ragu, Jelani Blackman, Low Girl, Self Esteem, Liz Lawrence, Walt Disco, Babi Ali, Sinead O'Brien, Poppy Ajudha, Yard Act, Calva Louise, and Katy J Pearson

03-25-22 recording of The Friday Night Groove on 88.3 WXOU FM   Set List: Bale Defoe - Unfortunate Soul Tie (Choose Better Friends)   Thomas Cox - AFTERIMAGE Joy Kitikonti & Stefano Di Carlo - Drink For Peace (Vibraphone Records) Gregory Dub - Talking Toms (Plastik People Digital) Quasar - I Never Thought I'd See The Day   Channel Tres - Ganzfield Experiment (Instrumental) (GODMODE)   mBtheLight - latebloomer (Mahogani Music) Wayne Snow - FOM (Roche Musique) April + VISTA - The Receiver (feat. Zeroh) (April VISTA, LLC.) George Riley - dreams (feat. Lex Amor) (TRIXXX)   Retromigration - Nur Wir (WOLF Music)   A.Billi Free & The Lasso - Evidence of Things (Mello Music Group) HolyBrune - Catching Feelings (feat. Dabeull) (DABEULL Records) Social Lovers - Feel My Love (Tugboat Editions) Poldoore - Midnight in Saigon ft. Astrid (B. Bravo Remix) (COLD BUSTED)   Zito Mowa - Na Enjoyment (Stay True Sounds)   V.C.R. (Veronica Camille Ratliff) - Blue (Leaving Records)   www.fridaynightgroove.com for more

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Hello Groovers, Sometimes it is deliciously lovely to let a set flow free and take you on a wild associative ride. This is one of those! We start of with some gorgeous poppy electronic drum & bass funk (!?) with tracks by amongst others George Riley and Remi Wolf. We then take the wonky bass lines of these tracks and extrapolate these to Bootsy and Johnny Guitar Watson. This leads, strangely enough, to some very early underground proto hip-hop with one of my favourite tracks of all time - Pokey Blow with Go to School! This track uses a great sample of Dance To The Drummers Beat to drive home the message. And if in doubt, add more cowbell!! And does it stop there, no it doesn't. There's more - listen and find out….. Oh yeah, good times! Deejay Maarten Vlot QC Put on your boogie pants and dancing shoes and come on down for some Liquid Sunshine. It's sexy music, for sexy people. Liquid Sunshine is a weekly radio show on 2XX FM in Australia, and The Face Radio in Brooklyn, USA, playing the best Deep Funk, Rare Groove, Disco & Beats - All The Good Stuff. And we also DJ out in the wild! We regularly do shows in Canberra, Sydney, Melbourne and along the Australian East Coast. 2021 will see us on the stages of the European summer festivals and in the booths of the European night clubs. We are also a full service law firm to the music industry, providing advice to DJs, Producers, Musicians and Event Organisers. Link up, tune in and shake ya booty with Maarten Vlot - podcast, browse the socials, or get in contact via this link: https://linktr.ee/liquidsunshineradio or Stream live at https://thefaceradio.com or www.mixcloud.com/live/sasmancometh Liquid Sunshine Sound System on Mixcloud Live | Mixcloud every Tuesday from 10 PM – Midnight Brooklyn / 3 – 5 AM London / 2 - 4 PM Oz or Stream live at https://2xxfm.org.au, or tune in to 98.3 FM in Australia every Thursday from 7:30 - 8:30AM New York / 12:30 - 1:30PM London / 9:30 - 10:30PM Oz