Naughty Babysitter

Salacious_D

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Chastity:

5ft 6 inches
120 lbs
Green Eyes
Chestnut Hair

It’s the end of a rather eventful night, babysitting George and Sally Cruickshank. I collapse into the leather lounge and sip one of Mr Cruickshank’s Buds. Those kids were particularly boisterous tonight, but now a weight lifts off my shoulders as the two kids drift off to sleep.

I rest my feet on the coffee table and I look over my white socks to watch Conan O’Brien on the TV. I sigh with relief as my chest heaves out under my white cotton button up top. I gently stroke my thigh just below my grey plaid skirt, as I wait for Mr and Mrs Cruickshank to return……
 
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As I walk in my wife runs past me to the loo..

Perfect I get to say hello to Chasity, I hope she is still awake.
I walk into the lounge. I see you, asleep on the couch, my eyes trace down your amazingly youthful body, to my suprise you legs have parted in your sleep and your knees tucked up cosie as you sleep.

OMG this amazing beauy is asleep on my couch and I can clearly see her white cotton panties, tightly stretched around your mound of pleasure... My heart races, my pants start to react to your devine image...
 
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My eyes open slowly, I see your great form standing above me. I sit upright startled, the bottle i had fallen to sleep with slips in my hands and beer spills onto my top, and the lounge.

'Oh I'm sooo sorry Mr Cruickshank'. I coo, my eyes wide open, my lashes fluttering and my lips pouting as hard as they will so to attract your mercy.

'How was the dinner?' I inquire nonchalantly, curling a lock of hair round my finger, as my eyes come across the bulge in your pants and my mouth opens slightly wider...
 
I look down at your youthful form, your face at the same hieght as my tingling genitals, you lips open and mental images flash through my mind of sliding my mature fat penis isto your sweet mouth..

My wife apears and thows you a tea shirt, "Here you go chasity."
Put this on, I will throw your top on and we will you off home in no time.

"Ricky, Im going to have a quick lay down" , "dont worry, I will put the top in the dryer afterwards" I replied. "Wake me when your ready to go home" you said thanks and with that, she was off.

I walked out of the room to let you change, I stood in the kitchen on purpose to watch your show concealded...
 
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I take the new top, trying desperately to ignore the heaving mass in the corner of my eye. I blush as i begin to take off my top...

I giggle as it is unbuttoned, the beer has soaked through to my white lace bra, revealing a glimpse of my supple breasts beneath.

I run my hands through my hair making it fall back behind my shoulders. Still blushing, I smile...

'Would you mind if you looked away Mr Cruickshank?' I ask politely, current top hanging veinly onto my proud chest....
 
I thought I had died and gone to heven, I watched you begin to undress, I didnt think you knew I was watching.

When you asked if I minded turning away I thought I was in big trouble, I felt guilt and embaressment.

No matter how much I tried to calm myself, the amazing sight of your firm and full breast had my pants bursting and my mind flooded with many lustful thoughts, "sure what ever you want little lady" I replied, "let me know when your done.

I moved further into the kitchen and out of the courner of my eye I saw your reflecton in the window...

I cant explain the naughty erotic sensation pulsating through my body, the mere sight of your clevage and erect nipples straining through the wet top had my genitals bursting to break free and drenched in seeping precum which had constantly dripped with my appreciation for your amazing body.

"So..... how old are you chasity?" I said in a generaltone, before you answered I said "how old do you think I am?

your breasts now in full view, My mind racing at the thought of exploring your nipples slowly with my tougue, sucking,licking, touching and caressing your amazing chest....
 
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'16' I said aloud, as I finished putting on the top, unaware of your lusty eyes all over me.

'And you are....23?' I said with a chuckle, and kicked my hair back over my shoulders, running fingers through it.

I moved into the kitchen, past you oblivious of the mirror on which your gaze was fixed.

'Could I get a glass of water Mr Cruickshank?' I ask and without waiting for an answer I stand on my tippy toes and reach for the cupboard taking a long glass. I wrap my hand around it clasping it tightly, and lean over to the sink and pour the water in.

As I lean over my plaid skirt rises above the tips of my round ass and the beginnings of my cotton panties.....
 
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