Steve Golden - Open wide babysitter

Patsy Cole strode up the driveway with her schoolbooks under her arm. She was wearing white knee socks and a very short navy blue skirt, and her slender thighs rippled in the sunlight. Her white blouse was stretched taut over the bulging mounds of her tits, and as she moved the crisp fabric was pulled this way and that. Her bright blonde hair, fluffed prettily around her face, looked almost white in the sunshine.

From the house next door Al Warren watched her, shifting nervously at his desk. His hand crept down into his crotch and he adjusted his cock to the left. His prick had begun to swell suddenly and was uncomfortable in his shorts. He gazed out the window as the lovely teenager came closer. His heart began to race.

She had dropped one of her books, and was twisting to one side and bending down to retrieve it. He watched the brief flap of her blue skirt ride higher and higher on her golden thigh. And he gulped as a slice of white lacy panty came into view. He could see one taut ass cheek packed into the flimsy panties, and then the crack of her ass as well as she turned even more to one side. His cock began to throb.

Patsy got hold of her book, straightened up, and began striding up the drive to her house. But suddenly she caught sight of him through the window and her face lit up in a big smile. She waved and her tits began to wobble beautifully. He groaned out loud, but tried his best to return her smile. He stood up and damn near crippled himself as his growing cock bumped against the edge of the desk.

"Hi Mr. Warren! I'll be over around seven. That okay?" she chirped.

She had stopped at the top of the driveway and was staring in through the window at him. Her books were cradled in front of her now and they supported her lush tits.

"Nnnnn… okay… nnnnn…" he mumbled, hoping she couldn't see the huge bulge in his pants from where she was.

Patsy would be babysitting for them that night for the third time, and the thought of her striding round his house made his balls ache. Why couldn't they have stuck with their old babysitter, ugly Maureen? Patsy was just too much of a temptation.

"I can't hear you. I'll come around," she said.

And before he could say no she had disappeared and was making her way around the house to the back door.

He made a move to go meet her but at the last second he stared down at the bulge in his pants and stopped. There was no one in the house but him. Nancy and the baby wouldn't be home for at least two hours. He would be alone in the house with gorgeous young Patsy. How would he ever control himself? He'd been lusting after her for weeks, ever since they'd moved in her. And since she'd started babysitting for them it had gotten worse.

"So here's where you're hiding! You sure like this old den of yours, don't you?" Patsy chirped.

She stood in the doorway and beamed at him. She damn near glowed with freshness and health.

"Nnnnnn… I sure do. It's where I came for peace and quiet."

Or for jerking off over the girl next door, he thought. He sat down quickly at his desk and tried to hide the bulge of his hard-on. His cock just wouldn't stop growing. And the young girl sexiness of her filling the small room didn't help any.

"Am I disturbing you?" she asked coyly, glancing at him.

Patsy stepped into the room and began moving around, examining the books in his skivvies. Her slender brown thighs flexed below the ridiculously short blue skirt.

"Nnnnn… not at all…" he mumbled, watching her every move.

He couldn't take his eyes off her golden thighs, her lush young tits. She was wearing a bra, but he could still see the bumps of two stiff nipples through her blouse.

"I just wanted to check about tonight. Is seven o' clock okay?" she went on.

She came over to the desk and stood right next to him, staring down at the clutter of papers there. He could feel the lush sexy girlishness of her.

"That's fine. Fine. That's fine, I'm sure," Warren muttered.

It was strange, but he felt like a foolish young boy next to Patsy. He was a married man, a father, a successful man of the world, and yet next to this gorgeous young girl he was helpless. He felt that if he moved he would do something crazy. He kept very still and tried not to think about raping her on the spot.

She was leaning down, examining something on his desk, and he watched her lush tits sway forward and strain against the sheer fabric of her white blouse. For the first time he glanced at her face, to see if she was aware of what she was doing to him. But he couldn't tell. He studied her pretty, turned-up nose, her full, pouty red lips. He watched her innocent blue eye as she stared at something on the desk.

"Mr. Warren! What's this?" she beamed suddenly.

And from beneath the sheets of paper she'd been looking at she drew a glossy magazine. She began flipping through the pages, her eyes widening as she went.

"Oh God!" he groaned.

He reached for the magazine, standing up as she stepped out of his range. Again his cock bumped the edge of the desk and he sat back down quickly. The bulge in his pants was enormous now and she would notice it for sure if he moved toward her.

"It's a dirty magazine! With pictures of girls with no clothes on!" she yelped. "Mr. Warren, I'm surprised at you!"

She stood to one side and flipped through the pages of the magazine, pausing once in a while to examine something more closely. There was a strange half-smile on her pretty mouth and her eyes widened from time to time.

Warren sat there helplessly, his cock throbbing. He stared at her golden thighs, her short, short, skirt. He wished he could see those white panties again.

She looked at him suddenly over the magazine. "Do you find these girls sexy? Does it get you excited to look at them?"

He tried to look stern. "You'd better put that back where you found it, young lady. That's my personal property and you have no business seeing it."

"I'm serious," she went on. "I'm really interested. Do you find these naked girls exciting?"

She came back to the desk and stood beside him, the magazine closed in her hands. Her eyes were very big and innocent and she seemed really curious. He tried to think of something to say, something fatherly and sensible. But again he felt helpless. All he could think of were her golden legs and her big bouncing tits. It took a great deal of effort not to reach out and grab her.

"How about me?" she went on. "Do you find me sexy? Do I get you excited?" She tossed the magazine back onto the desk.

Warren heard himself groan out loud. This was too much, it really was. It was like some kind of weird torture, just being in the same room with her. And now on top of everything to have her ask him questions like this. He forced himself not to look at her. He reached for the magazine, stuffed it back out of sight beneath a sheath of papers.

"I can't answer that," he muttered at last. "I haven't seen enough of you. I haven't…"

"What would you like to see? Would you like to see more of my legs? Should I lift up my skirt?"

To Warren's amazement she stepped back, gripped her skirt with her hands, and began lifting it slowly but steadily. She kept her eyes on him the whole time, judging his reaction. Soon her brown thighs were visible right to the crotch, and the triangle of sheer white panty inched into view. He sat there frozen, unable to take his eyes off her.

Patsy had the most beautiful set of legs he'd ever seen. They were slender and brown and perfectly shaped, the calves and thighs delicately curved. And there was a gap of an inch or so between her thighs at the top, where her panties covered her. His cock flexed against his thigh and he shifted again in his chair to get more comfortable.