Author's Note: All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.
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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, laying 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, her hair falling over her face. He was close to coming, I could hear it in his voice, and then he whispered it, "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" and he pulled out of her pussy, leaving it wet and gaping as he began to shoot hot, white spurts of cum all over her ass.
She moaned and rolled her hips like she liked the feel of it running down the crack of her ass, through the wet, pink cleft of her pussy, and I couldn't hold back anymore, hearing him cum, watching waves of it erupting from the thick head of his cock, and I was coming, too, right there on the couch, my hips bucking and twisting, my whole body trembling.
Feeling guilty again, I quickly pulled my jeans up and turned off the movie. I watched MTV and fell asleep on the couch until they got home. I couldn't even look at him when they paid me. But I do remember, the next week when I went to babysit, he asked me, "Did you like the movies we rented last week?" I froze and blinked at him and he winked. "I noticed you didn't rewind them." Ah, the days before DVDs. VCR tapes told tales.
Meekly, I apologized, but my whole body flushed at the hot look in his eyes. He was about to say something, but his wife came in and he didn't have the opportunity. I knew, then, that he'd imagined me doing just what I did on his couch that night, and the thought made me wet. They didn't leave any porn this time, but I didn't need it. I stretched out on the couch and touched myself again that night, remembering the way he looked at me...
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