Babysitter is wet for daddy (1)

CONTENT: Babysitter, cheating, daddy, tight pussy, wet pussy, dick thrusting, penetration.

CHAPTER 1

“Hello, Mr. Stevens,” Megan smiled as the door opened. She always loved seeing him as he greeted her at the door. His dark blue eyes sparkled and he seemed genuinely happy to see her. “Hey Megan, so glad you’re here,” he said, as he always did but this time he took a double take as he looked her over.

She arched her back a bit, showing off her full breasts and the tiny tank top that barely held them inside. She watched his eyes drift down and then back up as he caught himself. She had never worn anything quite this provocative to his house to babysit before, but then again, she hadn’t had any reason to. But tonight was going to be different.

“Come on inside,” he said as he shook his head and looked her directly in the eye. “The baby is waiting for you,” he said as he opened the door a bit further.

She walked past him, enjoying the smell of him as she entered his house.

When she first started babysitting for him, she had been determined to discover what type of cologne he wore, but after a search of the medicine cabinet, she had determined that it was just his wonderful scent and she couldn’t get enough.

“Where’s is he?” she asked as she came inside.

“Jesse is just finishing dinner, then he just needs a bath and off to bed. It shouldn’t be a hard night,” he said. She couldn’t help glancing down at the bulge already in his pants and looked at him with a small little grin as if acknowledging his Freudian slip.

“There isn’t much to do,” he said, turning away from her and trying to ignore his last statement.

She smiled outright at that. She had known Mr. Stevens since she was a little girl and he had always been very proper and conservative.

But she always had a feeling that there was more to him than that. His response to her outfit was just like him. When he first saw her, she could see the look on his face and noted the slight bulge in his pants but after he pulled himself together, he acted as if he hadn’t noticed. The problem was that she already knew he did and his tight khaki’s couldn’t lie.

“Are you going out tonight?” Megan asked and crossed her fingers that tonight would be a ‘work at home’ night. In the two years since his wife ran off, he had rarely gone on dates and Megan

was on pins and needles waiting for his answer. She had big plans for tonight and it would all be ruined if he were going to be gone with some internet hook up.

“No,” he answered crisply and turned to walk back to the kitchen.

Megan took a breath when she realized she had stopped breathing while she waited for his reply. She followed him into the kitchen, watching his tight ass as he walked.

Almost as soon as she started noticing the opposite sex, she had noticed him. Even as a young girl, she would always find a reason to be outside when Mr. Stevens was gardening, especially on hot summer days. He would take off his shirt and work in nothing but his tight jean pants and seeing him hot and sweaty had given her many late night ideas.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, she came back to reality. Jesse, Mr. Steven’s two year old was smiling up at her, his little hands raised and begging to be picked up. She picked up the toddler and gave him a big hug.

“Well, I guess he is done with dinner,” Mr. Stevens said as he saw the baby already in her arms, his entire body relaxing at the familiar scenario. “Look, I have an important conference call tonight.

Just get him ready for bed and tuck him in, and then you can go. Don’t worry though; I’ll pay you for the entire night. She smiled at him, surprised at her luck. This was almost going to be too easy.

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As Megan crept down the stairs she could hear that Mr. Steven’s was still on the phone and realized she probably had a few minutes.

She ducked into the downstairs powder room and looked herself over carefully. She tugged her shirt down a bit, revealing more of her full breasts. Her short skirt was already barely covering her ass and her bright red lipstick was anything but subtle.

She made her way to the study, slowly listening to his half of the call. She couldn’t hear much, but from what she heard, things were just finishing up. She smiled as she slowly entered the office and realized he had his back to the door.

She seated herself carefully in the chair across from his desk and let her skirt ride up as she sat in the soft wing chair. She leaned back and kicked both legs up and over an arm of the chair giving him a perfect view of her shaved pussy. She leaned back just as carefully, knowing that she was nearly falling out of the tank top, waiting for him to turn around. She stared at a picture in the room and watched him out of the corner of her eye.

“Yeah, Mark, I think we are ready,” he said as he tapped a pencil against the end of the chair. “I think this call went well. Good job. One thing though, tomorrow when we get to the office...”

His words cut off as he spun the chair around and she came into view. The pencil stopped tapping and she could see the cell phone dangle loosely in his hand. She smiled to herself as she realized that she had his full attention. The voice on the other end of the phone started speaking loudly and it brought him back to his senses.

“No, Mark, no worries,” he said halfheartedly while his eyes roamed her young, thin frame. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he answered and hung up without waiting for a reply. She watched him as he stared at her, his eyes traveling hungrily over her body. Finally she turned to him as if she had just noticed that he was off the phone.

“Oh hey, how did the call go,” she asked as she kicked her legs back down and walked over to the desk. She perched on the edge just in front of him, so close that his legs nearly touched hers.

“It went fine,” he answered, his eyes fixated on her as she came closer, “and Jesse, is he asleep?”

“Yup,” she answered with a smile as her hand played with the necklace sliding gently across her breasts. She could see him watching her intently and knew his rigid self-control was nearly gone.

Silence hung in the air between them for a moment, and she made a show of leaning back on the desk.

Finally, he broke the silence, “Well, thanks for coming over tonight.” She smiled at him in the seat and cocked her head to the side. “I don’t think I am ready to go home yet.”

She moved her hand out toward his leg and let it run up his thick, muscular thigh. He stood up and suddenly his body was just inches from hers. She took a deep breath and could feel her nipples brush against his chest lightly.

“Megan, you can’t, you should be with someone your own age,” he began, but remained unmoving, just a few inches from her.

She lifted her hands and ran them across his firm, hard chest. “I’ve tried that,” she said with a smile, “and eighteen year old guys don’t know what they are doing. I want to know what it’s like with someone with a bit more... experience.”

He seemed unable to answer as she slowly undid one button and then the next, trailing small kisses down his chest. “Megan, you really shouldn’t,” he began but never finished. Instead, his hands reached out and touched her legs tentatively at first and then a bit more aggressively.

The more she undid his shirt, the more his hands started to slide up her legs. Soon, they were just below the hem of her skirt and she loved how her legs tingled where he touched her. She smiled to herself and realized that he didn’t know it yet, but she had already won.

When she got to the bottom of the shirt, she pulled it out of his pants and ran her hands across his chest. He groaned softly and she knew the decision had been made.