As a middle aged salesman and father of two, I rarely have time for dating. I usually get by on random hookups, but recently I experienced a drought. After a couple of rough months, I was dying for release. I arranged for the babysitter to watch my daughters and headed to the bars in a last ditch effort to get laid. Unfortunately, I suffered a night of strik...
All week we have been talking about our voyeur's night out! When I leave to get the babysitter you are in the bathroom wrapped only in a towel. I give you a big kiss and caress your ass up under your towel. You ask me if I am ready for a hot night? I say yes. You tell me if the door is shut when I get back - don't come in the room - you'll be out soon. I am...
(fictional story about fictional characters) * Just when Debra Barone thought she had reached the breaking point (or should it be "breakdown" point); she got a reprieve. For weeks she had been trying to pry their former babysitter Lisa away from the Parkers, so she could have a desperately needed night out; and Lisa had finally agreed to supervise the Bar...
Greg awoke to the sound of pots and pans clattering downstairs and the scent of sausage twirling around his nostrils. He groaned and stretched in well rested bliss, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes back to alertness. Slowly his brain caught up to his state of awakeness and the problems with the situation began to filter in. Quickly he ticked off a lis...
Chapter 1 It had been two months since Jenni had first let Mr. Taylor masturbate on her. It was becoming a bad habit. Mr. Taylor didn't make a mess on her thighs every week. Jenni typically babysat for the Taylors on Tuesdays and Thursdays when no one would be home until late, and on the occasions that Mrs. Taylor drove her, the nights went by uneventfully...
"How was Jason?" Dawn fished in her purse for her wallet. "He was an angel, of course!" Amber had flounced in from the living room as soon as we entered the house, carrying a depleted bag of Cheetohs and a Diet Coke, which she set on the counter. "We played games until eight and then I put him to bed. I had to read him Bedtime Bear three times. He uses the...
On her way to another babysitting job; she stopped at the store to make a few last minute purchases. She knew it would be several hours before the parents were home, so she made sure she had enough snacks and cigarettes to last. Soon she was on her way back to the car and to the house of her charge. Quietly she knocked on the door, and the Lady of the Hous...
The electric yellow jacket hung in an insignificant corner of the department store, hidden on a rack of clearance items between a family of forgotten and unwanted blouses and skirts that were probably unfit for the tackiest of dressers. Fingering through them, I half expected a family of moths to flutter out. I wasn't sure what drew me to the jacket, and I...
I wouldn't have fucked the hell out of our babysitter if she didn't belong to my gym. See, our babysitter, Stacia, has always been what I would consider "cute." She wears baggy clothes, even in summer, and so I never really got to see her body. Our kids loved her to death. She would come over, my wife dealt with her most of the time, and I just paid her at...
"Seriously, I'm eighteen years old, I don't need a babysitter to stay here anymore. You go to your party, or dinner or whatever and I'll stay here." Jared groaned at his parents while idly combing his fingers through his short blonde hair. "Then consider yourself grounded, and she's a house sitter." His father retorted unwilling to negotiate that point as...