Falling for the Babysitter

She blushes. “If you saw me watching you, why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I didn’t want to embarrass you.” I smile. “And I kind of liked the attention.”

We squeeze through the space between the bushes. The small clearing is just wide enough to fit our bodies. As soon as we’re hidden, I kiss her. Her arms wrap around my neck, our tongues at war.

I slip my hands beneath her dress, unable to restrain myself any longer. Her panty-clad ass cheeks fit perfectly into my hands. But I want to feel her skin against mine so I slip my hands beneath the fabric and massage. Those beautiful breasts press up against me. The fabric of her dress is so thin I can feel her hard nipples beneath them. I can’t take it anymore. I need her naked. In one quick motion, I’m slipping the dress up over her head. I then slip her panties off.

Her breasts are magnificent. So perky they defy gravity, small areolas and bright pink nipples. I slip one into my mouth while I tease the other one with my fingers. Her moaning sounds drive me crazy. I fight back the animal inside of me that wants to spread her apart and pound its way inside of her. I have to keep reminding myself that up until yesterday she was still a virgin and her body might not be ready for that kind of ravishing yet.

Instead, I take my time, making sure she feels good. I slip my fingers between her folds.

“Damn, you’re so wet,” I say.

because it likes you,” she says as if her pussy

too. So does my

dick. In due time, I remind myself. Those muscles will flex even stronger when I make her come, and to

of her g-spot and start to massage with the tips of my fingers, hooking them, pushing them. Watching Remy’s face as I do this, her eyes grow

lips on to hers so she doesn’t alert anyone who might be hanging around nearby. The last thing I

our kiss when her cries die down. “Fuck you’re tight,” I say when I try to enter a third finger but it

good,” she says,

rigid and she starts to spasm. That’s when I really start to pound my fingers into her. Again, my mouth clamps onto hers when she starts to scream. She becomes a puddle in my arms, her muscles spent and weakening from the orgasm. I lay her down on the sundress beneath her. When she finally comes down off her high, she

say, smiling down at her. She has leaves in her hair. I pick

drained. “That was incredible,”

bed, her fingers inside of her, frantically rubbing, trying to reach that brief moment of release. The look on her face