Hot for Sitter

My wife, Amy, had left to go see her sister for a few days, apparently her and her husband were having some marriage troubles and she wanted to be there to support her. That left me at home to watch our two little girls Sarah, who was three and Paula, who was five. They were good girls and helped Daddy as much as three and five-year old girls can. My wife was supposed to be gone for a week but maybe longer, it would depend on what happened with her sister.

I didn't mind her going, I try to be supportive as I can when it come to her family because I knew she was close to them all and I wanted it to stay that way. So when she said she had to go I encouraged her to, assuring her that me and the girls would be ok while she was gone and not to worry about us. So she left on the first plane that she could get tickets for.

The first couple days were easy - it was late Friday night when she left and so me and the girls had the weekend to spend together. I tried to make it an "adventure" for them so they wouldn't know anything was wrong. That was one of the main reasons that me and Amy didn't want to girls to go along. Marriage difficulties can be harder on the kids than on the parents because the little ones don't understand why Mommy and Daddy are fighting so. And we didn't want to expose our girls to the chaos and upheaval that these situations always seem to produce.

So the three of us had a good weekend planned and we enjoyed ourselves quite a bit. I took them to the movies and to the zoo. We had a picnic/tea party in the park and went to the local toy store to get them each something. We had a grand old-time and it kept the girls minds off missing their mother. Things were going all right but Monday was approaching and I would have to go to work. So I had to figure out what I was going to do with the girls. I couldn't take that much time off - I didn't have that much leave on the books, and we didn't even know how long she would be gone. And my construction job wasn't exactly "kid-friendly" either, so bringing the girls to work with me wasn't a possibility.

Amy and I had a neighborhood girl, Lisa, that we used from time to time to baby-sit the girls when we needed her. She was 18 years old and very responsible. We knew her parents and we knew how she had been brought up and we were very comfortable with her watching Sarah and Paula. So Sunday afternoon I called her to see if she would watch them for me while I was at work.

"Hello, Lisa? This is Mr. Davis. I was wondering if you would be available to watch Sarah and Paula while I am at work from the next few days. Mrs. Davis, Amy, had to go see her sister for some family issues and I have to go to work Monday. You would need to watch them from about 7:00 am to 6:00 pm or so every day. Of course we would pay you your regular rate plus something for extra hours as well." I said.

"Oh Mr. Davis, I would love to watch Sarah and Paula, they are great and we have so much fun. But unfortunately my family is going to the lake for the week. In fact we were just doing the packing. I'm sorry." Lisa said.

"Oh no! I was sort of counting on you to help me out. I am in a spot here, but I understand. You go and have fun with your family, Lisa. I'll figure something out." I said, trying to keep from showing how big a mess I was in.

"Well, Mr. Davis, if you want I have a friend who might be interested. Her name is Becky and she is really good. She is very dependable and trustworthy. If you'd like I can call her and see if she would be willing to watch the girls."

"If you are willing to vouch for her, Lisa, then I will talk to her about it. I trust you and if you say she is ok then yes call her up and see if she'll do it. I am in a real pickle here and don't see many other options."

"Ok, Mr. Davis I will call her and see if she will do it. I'll call you back as soon as I find out."

"Thank you, Lisa." I said and hung up. I sat down on the couch and tried to think. If this Becky didn't want to or couldn't watch the girls I would simply have to take the time off, even if it meant losing a good chunk of my paycheck in the process. A week's pay was a lot to lose but I had no choice. I could only hope that Amy came back at the end of that week or we would be royally screwed!

About 20 minutes later the phone rang. "Hello, Mr. Davis?" the girls voice on the other end said.

"Yes, this is Mr. Davis."

"Hi. My name is Becky. Lisa said you might be needing a babysitter?"

"Oh yes, Hi Becky. Yes I do need a babysitter. You see my wife is out-of-town for the week and I will need someone to watch our two girls during the day while I am at work. The hours are from 7:00 am to 6:00 pm or maybe a bit later depending on how soon I can get home from work. I will need you all week until Friday at least and possibly part or all of the following week. I am not sure when my wife will be coming home just yet." I said.

"Yes Lisa told me something about the girls. They sound very nice. And she says nice things about you and Mrs. Davis too. Sure, I will watch the girls for you. And whatever you are paying Lisa is fine with me too." Becky said.

"Oh thank you Becky, you're a lifesaver!" I said, much relieved. Ok that crisis had been averted. I could go off to work knowing my girls were being looked after.

The next morning I got the girls up early, telling them that they were going to have a new friend come over and watch them while I was gone. They were a little disappointed that their friend Lisa was the one to watch them, but excited to meet someone new. About a quarter to seven the doorbell rang and I answered it.

I opened the door and what stood on the other side about knocked me over! Before me was the most beautiful 18-year-old girl I had ever laid eyes on! About 5 foot 3 inches tall, she had dishwater blonde hair down to the middle of her back, sparkling emerald-green eyes and a warm, happy smile. She was built like every schoolboy's wet dream too, with a young, tight 34C-26-36 body that just begged to be explored! I stood there for the longest time, looking at her with thoughts running through my mind that a man of my age shouldn't have been thinking!

"Mr. Davis, are you all right?" she asked, finally breaking through to me.

"What? Oh yes, I was just um, thinking about something at work." I said, trying hastily to cover my lack of attention. "Please come on in."

She came in and sat down on the couch as I explained some of the rules of the house and where things were located, the number I could be reached at, you know the usual things you tell a babysitter.

"I don't want any boyfriends over, I don't want my little girls exposed to that kind of behavior." I said.

"Oh no problem, Mr. Davis. I don't have a boyfriend right now." she said.

"And no smoking in the house. If you need a smoke break, do it out on the porch and when the girls are asleep."

"Not to worry, Mr. Davis, I don't smoke. Never have. I was a cheerleader in school and smoking wasn't allowed in the cheerleader squad."

I covered a few other things and then, satisfied with her answers, I took her into the dining room where my girls were eating breakfast.

"Here are the girls. There's Paula here who is the oldest, and Sarah, here who is our youngest." I said.

"Hi girls! My name is Becky. We are going to have a lot of fun today!" she said.

With all the introductions made and all the instructions given, I looked at my watch. "Damn!" I thought to myself, "if I don't get moving, I'll be late for work!"

"Ok, Becky, do you have any questions?" I asked.

"Nope. Everything seems pretty simple," she said, "you go on to work and I'll take care of things here."

So I left for work, barely reaching the office in time. I started in with work, but my mind kept going back to the lovely young girl at home. Images of her filled my mind and more than once I had to adjust my seat because of an uncomfortable bulge. At lunch I called the house to check on things and see how Becky was doing with the kids. That was a mistake - the girl sounded as hot on the phone now as she was in person! I struggled through the rest of the day and the end of the work day finally came at last. I headed for home with her swimming through my head.

I pulled into the driveway and sat in my car for a few moments trying to compose myself.

"This is wrong! This is wrong!" I kept repeating to myself. I tried to think of my wife and how young the girl in my house was. But somehow my mind was not letting go of this and I went inside no less convinced.

"Hi Mr. Davis! Welcome home!" she said as I stepped through the door. I looked at the girl standing in front of me. Her blonde hair was put into a ponytail now and her t-shirt was wet, showing her firm, young tits in all their glory with nipples threatening to rip through the fabric.

"Wh-what happened?" I stammered, sure that my lower jaw was on the floor in front of me.

"Oh, sorry!" Becky said, "Sarah got a little messy with dinner and I was just giving her a both. I guess we both got one!"

"You fed the girls?" I asked.

"Sure. And your dinner is in the oven. It may need to be heated up a bit but a couple of minutes in the microwave should do it." she said, matter-of-factly.

"Well thank you, Becky! You're wonderful!" I said. Becky smiled and went to get her jacket. I took her jacket and held it for her as she put it on.

"Thank you Mr. Davis." she said, looking up at me.

"Thank you, Becky. Oh wait, you have something on your cheek." I said. I wiped a smudge of jelly from her cheek, obviously put there by one of the girls while eating. The girl had the softest skin I had ever felt, so warm and tender. My cock instantly stirred to life as I rubbed the jelly off her face. She closed her eyes and I could swear I heard an almost imperceptible moan come from her too.

Becky left to go home and I went to see what she had prepared for me for dinner. As I sat there eating the dinner she prepared I thought more about the new babysitter. I knew that the thoughts I was having about her were wrong - she was still a teenager and I was almost twice her age. But I couldn't help myself. The girl was beautiful, smart, considerate and hot as hell!

I went to bed and spent the night with Becky in my dreams. I don't remember what the dreams were about only that the night was far too short and my cock was uncomfortably hard the next morning!

I had just finished breakfast the next morning when right on time the doorbell rang. It was Becky, here for another day of babysitting. She was wearing a hot pink cami top with thin spaghetti-string shoulder straps. It was cut high, just to the bottom of her ribcage, and she had on lowrider cutoff jeans and wedge type sandals with thin pink ankle straps. From a father's standpoint she was far too scantily dressed, but from a man's standpoint she was fucking sizzling!

"Hi, Mr. Davis!" she said as I stared at her standing in my doorway.

"Wow!" I said, understated, "you look amazing!"

"You like it?" she said stepping back so I could get the full view. If she could have read my thoughts at that moment...

"Yes, I like it very much!" I said.

Becky came in and sat down on the couch, folding her long tan legs ladylike under her. She was quite a vision and it took all my will to turn and head out the door for work.

At lunchtime I called the house again to check on the girls. I knew that I would be home later than usual that night and asked Becky if she would mind staying there till I got home. She said she didn't have any plans and it would be no problem. So after work I swung by and picked up a couple pizzas.

"Hi Becky, I am home. Thanks for staying late tonight."

"It's no problem. We were having fun anyway!" she said smiling at the girls.

"Well I brought home a couple pizzas. Would you say and have dinner? It's the least I can do to thank you for the overtime," I said, hoping she would say yes.

"Well, sure I guess it will be ok," she said. "Thanks. I love pizza!"

Becky got out a couple of plates and I showed her where the pizza cutter was. We sat down to eat the pizzas. We talked a bit while we ate and she told me more about her. She had graduated high school a couple months earlier and was planning on going to college to get a degree in child care.

"Becky you already have a degree in child care if you ask me!" I said. "You are great with Sarah and Paula and they seem to like you as well."

"Thank you, Mr. Davis. I am glad," she said, smiling. She reached out and placed her hand over mine as she talked and I felt the stirring of my cock in my pants again. But I didn't pull my hand away. After dinner, she helped me clear the table and put the dishes away. That's when it happened...

It was an innocent accident, she had bent over to put something in the refrigerator and I just didn't see her as I was putting a plate in the sink. I turned and was going to walk over to get the rest of the pizza when I bumped into her from behind. Not a hard bump, but she did feel the bulge of my cock in the crack of her ass for a second.

"Oh!" she said, standing up startled. I was mortified as I stood there unable to say anything for the longest time.

"I am so sorry, Becky! I didn't see you there sweetie!" I said, trying to apologize.

"It's ok, Mr. Davis." she said, seeing my discomfort. "But I need to get home. I will see you tomorrow morning." She left and I finished the last bit of cleanup before hitting the sack myself.

The next day Becky arrived as usual, but that day she had a garment bag and another small bag with her. "Hi Mr. Davis. I hope you don't mind, but I have a date right after you come home tonight and won't have time to go home and change," she said.

"That's fine, Becky. I will try to get home as soon as I can then," I said.

After work I came straight home. After keeping her late the day before and knowing she had a date this evening, I didn't want her to miss her date on my account!

I opened the door and stepped inside. "Becky?" I called out for her. What appeared next was not the Becky I left that morning.

She came slinking in from the other room, her head lowered slightly and looking at me with her eyes fixed and looking at me through the tops of them like a jaguar stalking it's prey.

She was drop dead gorgeous in that red skintight tank dress. It was cut very high on the bottom, almost to her crotch, and the neckline plunged in front down past her full young breasts, the whole package giving me a fantastic view of her womanly form. She wore slinky red "fuck me" heels to round out the outfit nicely. Her makeup was very adult and she had put her hair up in back prom-style with two little wisps curling down in from the frame her lovely face. She was a stunner in every way and my cock was straining to get out of my pants and into her.

"Oh my God," I said, without even thinking about it.

She smiled and lowered her eyes at my comment. "Thank you, Mr. Davis. You don't think it's too much?"

"No, Becky you look absolutely amazing!" I said. "Your date will be so pleased. Who is the lucky guy, anyway?"

"Well, I was hoping it would be...you, Mr. Davis." she said, looking up at me with those beautiful emerald eyes.

"ME?" I said, flabbergasted.

"Yes. I saw how you looked at me yesterday, and I felt you when you bumped into me by the refrigerator. And to be completely honest, I was attracted to you from the first moment I met you. I knew you were a warm, caring man and you are definitely the sexiest man I ever met. I was just hoping that you saw me the same way." she said looking down again. "I guess I was wrong. I feel like such an idiot. I am sorry."

I reached down and lifted her chin. "You are no idiot, Becky," I said looking into her tear-filled eyes, "and you aren't wrong either." She looked deep into my eyes as I continued. "If we are being honest here I find you very attractive and dressed like this, sexy as well. I know that it is wrong, you are young enough to be my daughter..."

"I want you. Please?" she said putting her fingers to my lips. She reached up to kiss me and I returned her kiss. She had the softest red lips and I gave myself over to them the instant they touched mine. Putting a hand behind her head I crushed my lips to her as she opened her mouth to receive my tongue to play with hers. She moaned softly as we kissed, long and deep.

I could feel the young girl's passion as I held her close, her heart was racing and her breathing ragged. I was beginning to get aroused as well and my cock was stiff, hard and throbbing, eager to come out and play. Her hand found my cock and she squeezed it through my slacks, moaning again as she felt how hard it was. My cock jumped as she held it, demanding its freedom.

Wrong or not, I had to have her. I swooped her young hard body into my arms and took her into the bedroom. Setting her back onto her feet, I sat down on the bed and pulled her close. I began unwrapping my sweet present, first unzipping her dress in the back and then slipping the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, kissing each as I did. I then kissed her neck and she tilted her head back to give me full access to her soft neck.

From her neck, I began kissing my way down her chest to those delectable breasts. I took one hard nipple into my mouth an sucked and licked on the young bud until it was so hard it was almost painful. She moaned and pulled my head into her harder, then moved my head over to give her other nipple some loving. Of course I was more than willing to, and I began chewing on her other nipple in a similar manner.

But as wonderful as Becky's young breasts were, there were other delights yet to sample and I regrettably left her pubescent breasts and headed further south. I kissed her flat belly, toying with her pink chandelier navel piercing with my tongue. Then I moved on down kissing my way over her abdomen, over her mound to just above her sweet young pussy.

Before diving into the tender honeypot, though I wanted to make sure we were comfortable. "Up on the bed sweetheart," I told her and she wasted no time climbing into the bed and laying herself out, legs spread and ready for me. She started playing with her nipples, pinching them and pulling them as I got into position to make a meal of the young girl's sex.

Wrapping one arm under her thigh to hold onto her, I fastened my mouth over the tight box, parting her puffy lips with my tongue as I dipped in to taste her. At the first touch of my tongue, Becky cried out and arched her back.

"Ohhhh," she moaned loudly. She closed her eyes and spread her legs wider for me. I began with long, slow, full licks the full length of her slit to her clit, which I flicked at the end of each lick. She groaned and writhed as I lapped at her. I poked my tongue deep into her and she gasped as she felt my tongue penetrate her.

Becky tasted wonderful, and I spent a long time with her taste on my tongue. She loved every bit of it, moaning and twisting and bucking up at me as I tongue-bathed her young tender pussy. I slipped a finger up inside her and curled it upwards to massage her g-spot while I toyed with her little clit. I don't think she had ever seen that trick because I had hardly begun when she let out a scream I was sure would wake the whole neighborhood!

"OHHFUUUCKKKK!!" she howled as she came all over my finger and tongue, her sweet juices pouring out of her and staining the sheet under her ass. I lapped at her as she came, wriggling my finger inside her while I did to prolong her orgasm. Becky grabbed at the sheet first, then finding no relief that way, she grabbed my hair and held my face deep in her crotch.

I kept her pussy flowing for as long as I could, which I am sure seemed like an eternity for the young girl. Finally, I let her relax and she collapsed back on the bed, gasping for breath.