My 30s weren’t supposed to be like this. Divorced mother of one, back to waiting tables like I did in college. But being single is still way better than being with my ex. Tonight I come home exhausted and sore. Thankfully Jordan, my babysitter, could stay late. She’s the best of the best. When she sees me struggling with neck pain, she does what she always does. Takes care of me. She starts out with just a light massage, but it takes my breath away. And it’s so long since I’ve been touched—really touched—that my thoughts go to all kinds of lovely places they really shouldn’t. Oh, god. And so do Jordan’s soft little hands. She has the touch of an angel…and I’m so close to going.
A divorced woman who works and has children, has a college-aged, female babysitter. After one particularly long day, the babysitter can see that the woman needs some relaxing time and offers to stay a bit longer. Staying longer leads to encouraging the woman to relax and enjoy a massage and a hot bath. The relaxing leads to carefully making out and then full out finger-penetrating sex.
I thought that it way that the babysitter led up to the sex was well done and quite appropriate. And the woman was appropriately cautious.
It's a short, quick read which means we don't get a lot of story, but what's here is just right.