J Watson: The neighbor_s daughter

"I really appreciate your giving me a ride home like this, Mr. Fisher," Carol Banister said sweetly. "I know it's really out of your way."

"Nonsense," Judson Fisher said. "How could I refuse my favorite babysitter?"

Judson looked out of the corner of his eye at the dark-haired teenager who sat beside him. He thought that there were a lot of things he liked about his favorite, babysitter. The way her clothes always seemed to cling tightly to her ripe young body. Her round, shapely tits looked almost as bigaas his wife's, and she had an ass on her that made him drool every time he looked at it. The thing he liked the best about her was the way she always wore those dresses with the split up the side to show off her really long legs. Judson thought that she was perfect for fucking, but he was scared to try.

"I live just at the end of this next road," Carol said.

Carol was also thinking about fucking. She was sure that her thoughts would have shocked Mr. Fisher. She was a virgin, but that wasn't because she didn't like boys. But most of the boys her age just didn't appeal to her. It took a man like Mr. Fisher, a man with strong, work-worn hands and thick muscles, to get her juices flowing.

Carol had often masturbated while thinking about Mr. Fisher. She would close her eyes and picture him standing next to her bed with his clothes off and his prick as big as that one she had once seen in a dirty magazine.

She would picture the look in his eyes when he realized that she was going to let him fuck her, and it would make her so crazy that her fingers would go wild in her juicy pussy. But for Carol, it was only a fantasy. She was sure that nothing like that would ever happen.

"Is this it?" Mr. Fisher asked, as he turned the car off into her driveway. "It doesn't look like anyone's home."

"My mother works late most nights," Carol explained.

"And your father?" Judson asked.

"My father left a long time ago," Carol said.

"He was a crazy man then," Judson said.

"I'd never have left a daughter as beautiful as you."

"Oh, Mr. Fisher," Carol said, blushing.

Carol was getting out of the car and suddenly Judson didn't want to part with her. He jumped out of his side and walked around to take her arm.

"I'd better walk in with you," he said.

She started to protest, but he was already walking her to the front door. She found the key under the mat and opened the door. She felt strange being inside her home with him alone. Always, there had been someone with them when they were together. It made her feel a little shiverish.

"Would you like to have some coffee or something?" she asked, trying to sound adult.

"I'd like that," he said.

They went into the kitchen where she made him a cup of coffee and opened a soft drink for herself. She had never been able to stand the taste of coffee. She sat across from him at the kitchen table and stared into his face. He was a very good-looking man. It frightened her to be so near him.

"You have a very nice house," Judson said. "I hope that some day you'll show me all of it."

"Why not now?" Carol asked. "You can bring your coffee with you."

"Good deal," Judson said.

Together they made a tour of the house. She had the feeling that Judson was not really interested in the downstairs rooms. She was too nervous to make a good tour guide.

Finally Judson asked, "What's upstairs?"

"Those are the bedrooms," she said. "Lead the way, honey," Judson said. Something was happening that Carol didn't understand. She knew it was wrong to show him the upstairs bedrooms. She knew that she shouldn't even be alone with, him in the house. And yet she found herself walking ahead of him up the stairs. She could sense his eyes on her back and on her ass. She had never experienced the feeling of being mentally undressed before. She knew that was what Judson was doing to her.

She told herself that she was acting like an idiot schoolgirl. Judson was a grown man with a gorgeous wife. He wouldn't be interested in her. He really was interested in the house.

She showed him her mother's bedroom and then her own bedroom. They stood in her bedroom looking at the bookcases and the tiny, paintings along the walls.

"Did you do those?" Judson asked. "Yes," she answered. "Then you're talented as well as beautiful," Judson said.

She could feel that tingling sensation all the way through her body. Her pussy suddenly started feeling wet. It was like she was touching herself. She had never thought this could happen just at the thought of a man calling her beautiful.

"You are beautiful," Judson said. "You're very, very beautiful."

He was close enough to her to touch her. She could smell his masculine after-shave lotion. He put his hands on her shoulders and they felt rough and hard. She started trembling.

"Are you afraid of me?" Judson asked.

"A little," she answered.

"Good." Judson said. "I like for my women to be a little bit afraid of me."

He suddenly jerked her close to him and kissed her mouth. She had been kissed before, but not like this. It was like he was commanding her to kiss him back. His lips burned her. She wanted to pull her face away, but she couldn't. Finally he broke off the hot kiss.

"Maybe I shouldn't have done that," he said. "But I've resisted the temptation so long that I just couldn't stand it anymore."

He kissed her again and this time his fat tongue wiggled between her lips. She wanted it to stop, and she wanted it to last forever! She didn't give him any help. She just stood there, but she could feel the shivering sensations all over her body.

He finally pushed her away again. He put his hand in her hair and let his fingers stroke down the silky softness. She could see that her long hair pleased him. Long hair pleased most men. This time she didn't wait to be pulled back into his arms. She willingly pressed herself against him and raised her mouth to be kissed.

His fat tongue eased into her mouth again and this time she started rubbing her tongue frantically against his. She had never been tongue-fucked before, and the sensation was enough to keep her trembling.

"You're some wild piece, baby," he said. "I've been dreaming about this for a long time. I've been dreaming that you'd act this way."

She didn't tell him that she'd also been dreaming about this moment. She'd be too ashamed to tell him that she often thought about him while stroking her pussy.

Instead of talking, she pressed herself even tighter against his hard body. She liked the way her tits pressed flat against him. Her tits had already started to ache and they'd swollen up so big that her bra cups seemed suddenly too small.

She shivered as one of Judson's big hands moved up between them and covered one of her tits. She had touched herself there before but she'd never allowed anybody else to do it. Somehow she couldn't say no to Judson's demanding fingers. She felt him squeezing her tits roughly. It excited her. She started gasping for breath and she pressed her thighs tightly together. She could feel her pussy juice wetting her panties.

"I want to look at them, baby," Judson said. "I want to see those sweet tits naked."

"You shouldn't do that," she protested.

"Don't fight it, baby," he said. "You know you want it as much as I do."

He led her to the bed and sat down beside her. He kept one hand stroking both her tits while he moved his other hand to the buttons of her blouse. She put her hand over his, but her fingers somehow lacked the strength to stop him.

He slowly unbuttoned her blouse all the way down the front. It was strange that she had picked out her only really sexy bra to wear that morning. It was a lacy black bra that barely covered her ruby red nipples and was good for nothing except to add a little support.