A barely legal babysitter gets to play.
Barely legal babysitter job searches are very hard to get done.. Some wives can barely ever find a girl who’s competent enough to get the job done AND who won’t end up tempting her husband. It’s tough to navigate, especially since all the girls want is a little money. The babysitter fantasy has guys wrapped around their finger almost their entire life, it’s even one of the top porn searches. Some guys love the thought of being the young kid flirting on the sexy older babysitter. Other guys love playing the pervy older man hitting on the young, sometimes barely legal babysitter. Hell, I played the babysitting card for a while to get a little extra money during school.
It went as well as you’d expect.
I thought I was getting the job done as effectively as possible without teasing the man of the house. However, I was very mistaken. I’d just turned eighteen so I was getting a little extra money together for the start of college. I was planning to stay local but it still needed a lot of extra funding. Some of my friends had taken up stripping in a different city to make the money they’d need, but I was holding off on trying that. It didn’t last long and of course, I later went on to give it a shot, but I had my babysitter adventure first. It all went down on Friday night after the wife had gone out for drinks with her friends, and the kids were playing out in the yard. I’d expected the husband, John, to be out for most of the afternoon like his wife was.
However, he came home a little early.
He casually walked in and went straight to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. I was sitting on the countertop, keeping an eye on the kids through the kitchen window. However, I was mostly just playing with my phone. He immediately started flirting, joking about how he should pay me extra for finding the easy, lazy man’s way of getting the job done. The more he sipped away at his whiskey, the closer he got, until he was standing between my legs. He couldn’t tear his eyes off of me, and that’s when I just had to put the phone down and focus on him. His hands were on my thighs, rubbing them and running them lower towards my knees.. And I went for it.
There wasn’t a single misconception about it. he second I leaned in to kiss him, he was mine. His hands tore at my shorts, pulling them off in seconds. He only stopped to pick me up and relocate us to the bedroom. Couldn’t have the wife or kids walk in on us, after all.
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