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I was a neighborhood nympho baby- sitter
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BABY-SITTING: I
by The Lone Banana
When I was thirteen or fourteen, my mother was always
thoughtfully lining up baby-sitting jobs for me. I hated baby-
sitting. I have never gotten along well with kids, and it didn't
do my already low social standing any good: baby-sitting was for
girls.
One client I always had a soft spot for was Ann Bradley, a
straw-blonde woman from England, in her mid-thirties. Her
husband had been killed the year before: the ultra-light airplane
he had built in his garage had fallen apart on one flight--not
his fault, apparently, but a deficiency in the kit. Since then
she had lived alone, but was just starting to build her own
social life.
I was baby-sitting for Ann. The kids were good, and were
asleep by 9:00 p.m. I was lazing around, watching TV and reading
English books.
At about 1:00 a.m. I heard a car pull into the driveway, and
went downstairs to greet Ann as she came in. The door opened,
and I saw it was a miracle she had made it home at all: she was
absolutely bombed. Overriding her protestations about driving me
home, I guided her into her bedroom and sat her on the foot of
the bed. I told her I would get home myself, and would call
around the next day to be paid.
I paused at the door and looked back. She had not moved,
simply fallen back on the bed. I sighed, realizing I would have
to put her to bed.
She did not react at all as I slipped off her shoes and
slacks, and unbuttoned her blouse. I was intensely aware that I
was in fact undressing a beautiful woman, and started to get
aroused. As I removed her panties, sliding them down her long
legs, I became aware of how very attractive she was. I slipped
her bra off and gazed lustfully at her breasts.
I picked her up and carried her around to the side of the
bed. Various sexual scenarios flashed through my mind as I
tucked her in. I walked over to the door.
I paused at the door to issue a whispered "Goodnight," then
turned out the light and closed the door. I was still inside the
room.
My decision made, I lost no time in removing my clothing.
Soon I stood naked. I put a hand down and felt my very solid
erection.
I got into the bed beside Ann. I tentatively reached out
and laid a hand on her warm breast. She made no response.
Growing bolder, I kissed her deeply on the mouth, then moved down
to suck gently on her breasts.
I was very aroused now. I moved down, parting her legs with
my hands, and began to explore the insides of her thighs with my
tongue. I gently licked her clitoris, and heard a small gasp. I
started at the sound of her beginning the journey to
consciousness, but continued to lick and suck her vagina. Her
hands grasped my head as she came awake through her stupor with
the spasms of her orgasm.
I could stand it no longer. I inserted a finger into her
vagina, and guided my erect penis inside her as I moved up her
body. She gasped as I penetrated her, but seemed to welcome it.
I lay there, still, within her. Her eyes fluttered open as
I kissed her, and she murmured, "Oh yes. It's been so long."
I moved within her, slowly at first, but with gradually
increasing violence. Soon I was thrusting into her frantically,
as her hands moved unceasingly over my back. Our moans too
accelerated, melding together in ecstatic release. I felt her
vagina flutter around my penis as I came, collapsing down on top
of her in an exhausted sweat.
She stroked my hair and thanked me over and over. I felt it
was I who should thank her. She told me it felt good, and asked
me to sleep with her. I said I would have to phone home and tell
my parents. I went upstairs, phoned mom, and told her that Ann
wouldn't be back until late, and that would therefore be spending
the night.
I went back downstairs. As I entered the room, Ann said,
"Just stand there a minute. I want to look at you." I stood in
the doorway, feeling uncomfortable, and looked at her while she
looked at me. She had the sheet pulled up to her rib cage, and I
could feel my penis begin to stiffen again as I gazed at her
breasts.
Ann noticed and laughed. "Do I turn you on?" I mumbled
well, maybe. She got out of bed, none too steadily, and came to
my arms. As we kissed, I felt my erection digging into her
stomach.
Slowly she dropped to her knees before me. I did not move
as she lightly kissed the head of my penis, then ran her tongue
swiftly down the side. She then took it in her mouth, pushing
her head forward, her hands on my buttocks urging me deeper into
her mouth. She began to suck, working her head back and forth,
swirling her tongue around the head of my penis, tonguing under
my foreskin. I felt my penis twitch in her mouth, and something
huge seemed to rush from the top of my head out my throbbing
member and into her mouth. She kept sucking until she had taken
every drop.
We got back into the bed, switching off the light. I lay on
my back, with her nestled up against me, her head in the hollow
of my shoulder. Idly she begins to fondle my limp penis, which
soon becomes hard again.
"Don't you ever get enough?" she smiled.
"Not of you," I replied.
She began working rhythmically, and soon I felt another
orgasm coming on. She smiled in satisfaction I came, then licked
my stomach clean. We kissed deeply, then drifted off to sleep in
each other's arms.
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