school closer to home-closer to the boyfriend. Who I later married. He never knew about Carrie. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I'd stayed…
Confessions: Babysitter
When I was sixteen, I started babysitting for a young couple who lived in the apartment upstairs from us. They went bowling every Friday night, and I'd watch their nine-month-old. It was one of the easiest babysitting jobs I've ever had. Their baby was already asleep when I got there, and never peeped once, although I did go check on him now and then, just to make sure. They were a very nice couple, they paid well, and they always said I could use the phone or watch what I wanted or eat whatever was in the fridge. Still, it's strange, being in someone else's house, watching someone else's television, eating someone else's food. It's easy to get bored while you're babysitting, and it's actually a little lonely, sitting there by yourself all night.
I babysat for them for years. The husband and I used to sit in the living room while the wife got ready-she was never ready when I showed up. He was cute, and I liked to imagine he was attracted to me. He liked to flirt and ask me about school, and always inquired whether I had a boyfriend. One night when I was in college, he told me they'd rented a few movies, and I was welcome to watch them. He left them on the top of the entertainment center, and made a point of reminding me before they left, giving me a wink on the way out the door.
When I checked out the movies, I was surprised to find that two of them were porn movies! And this wasn't soft core stuff. How did I know? Well, I put them in, of course. I knew when they'd be home, and I knew I had a few hours before then, so I put the tape in the VCR and started to watch.
It was even more of a turn on, knowing he wanted me to watch, imagining him thinking about me, my jeans crumpled in a ball on the floor, my panties down to my knees, my legs spread and my fingers working my hot little clit as I watched women putting their asses in the air, begging to be fucked, watching huge, hard cocks sliding into wet, open pussies. I came once, fast and hard, but feeling guilty, I turned off the movie and quickly got dressed.
I tried to distract myself. I checked on the baby. He was fine. I ate some of their ice cream and watched MTV. But my eyes kept going to those cases on top of the entertainment center, and the ache between my legs just grew… and grew… Until I couldn't resist, and I put the movie back in again.
I wasn't going to touch myself. That's what I insisted when I put the movie in and sat on the couch. I just wanted to see… but as I watched, I felt myself getting wetter, my whole pussy throbbing.
I rubbed my hand over my jeans, lying back on the couch pillows, twisting with lust as I watched the blonde on the screen sucking his cock, his fingers playing with her hard nipples. I touched my own nipples, making them hard, watching as he bent her over and began to lick her pussy from behind. I couldn't help it.
I unzipped my jeans and slipped my hand inside, my pussy incredibly hot and wet under my fingers as I began to touch myself. He stood behind her, sliding his cock up and down her wet slit, and I wondered what it would feel like. At sixteen, I still hadn't had a cock inside of me yet, although I'd had one in my hand and in my mouth. What would it feel like to be fucked, I wondered?
I shoved my jeans and panties down my hips, spreading my legs wide on the couch and slipped two fingers into my pussy. I fucked myself as I watched him fuck her, fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit with my thumb. I wondered if he was thinking about me-the husband-out bowling with his wife, imagining the babysitter sprawled on his couch and getting herself off?
The thought was both exciting and embarrassing, and it made my whole body feel hot. My god, he was fucking her so hard, and she moaned and twisted and fucked him back, her breasts swaying beneath her,
Confessions: Babysitter
When I was sixteen, I started babysitting for a young couple who lived in the apartment upstairs from us. They went bowling every Friday night, and I'd watch their nine-month-old. It was one of the easiest babysitting jobs I've ever had. Their baby was already asleep when I got there, and never peeped once, although I did go check on him now and then, just to make sure. They were a very nice couple, they paid well, and they always said I could use the phone or watch what I wanted or eat whatever was in the fridge. Still, it's strange, being in someone else's house, watching someone else's television, eating someone else's food. It's easy to get bored while you're babysitting, and it's actually a little lonely, sitting there by yourself all night.
I babysat for them for years. The husband and I used to sit in the living room while the wife got ready-she was never ready when I showed up. He was cute, and I liked to imagine he was attracted to me. He liked to flirt and ask me about school, and always inquired whether I had a boyfriend. One night when I was in college, he told me they'd rented a few movies, and I was welcome to watch them. He left them on the top of the entertainment center, and made a point of reminding me before they left, giving me a wink on the way out the door.
When I checked out the movies, I was surprised to find that two of them were porn movies! And this wasn't soft core stuff. How did I know? Well, I put them in, of course. I knew when they'd be home, and I knew I had a few hours before then, so I put the tape in the VCR and started to watch.
It was even more of a turn on, knowing he wanted me to watch, imagining him thinking about me, my jeans crumpled in a ball on the floor, my panties down to my knees, my legs spread and my fingers working my hot little clit as I watched women putting their asses in the air, begging to be fucked, watching huge, hard cocks sliding into wet, open pussies. I came once, fast and hard, but feeling guilty, I turned off the movie and quickly got dressed.
I tried to distract myself. I checked on the baby. He was fine. I ate some of their ice cream and watched MTV. But my eyes kept going to those cases on top of the entertainment center, and the ache between my legs just grew… and grew… Until I couldn't resist, and I put the movie back in again.
I wasn't going to touch myself. That's what I insisted when I put the movie in and sat on the couch. I just wanted to see… but as I watched, I felt myself getting wetter, my whole pussy throbbing.
I rubbed my hand over my jeans, lying back on the couch pillows, twisting with lust as I watched the blonde on the screen sucking his cock, his fingers playing with her hard nipples. I touched my own nipples, making them hard, watching as he bent her over and began to lick her pussy from behind. I couldn't help it.
I unzipped my jeans and slipped my hand inside, my pussy incredibly hot and wet under my fingers as I began to touch myself. He stood behind her, sliding his cock up and down her wet slit, and I wondered what it would feel like. At sixteen, I still hadn't had a cock inside of me yet, although I'd had one in my hand and in my mouth. What would it feel like to be fucked, I wondered?
I shoved my jeans and panties down my hips, spreading my legs wide on the couch and slipped two fingers into my pussy. I fucked myself as I watched him fuck her, fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit with my thumb. I wondered if he was thinking about me-the husband-out bowling with his wife, imagining the babysitter sprawled on his couch and getting herself off?
The thought was both exciting and embarrassing, and it made my whole body feel hot. My god, he was fucking her so hard, and she moaned and twisted and fucked him back, her breasts swaying beneath her,
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