David Crane - Wide-open babysitter

"Of course, darling," James said. He had to struggle not to smile, thinking how perfectly his plan had worked.

It had, in a way.

The girl had certainly looked interested when held flashed his big, erect prick at her.

But there was a difference between visual interest and actual contact and he figured that he might have made a mistake, might have judged the girl wrong because of her sexy clothihg and her sensual body. He felt a bit nervous and uncertain now. It would be awfully embarrassing if she rejected him or – worse – if she started to scream or told his wife he'd approached her. He would have to be cautious, to see how things stood before he made any overt attempt to seduce her.

As he moved towards the door, he paused and stepped sideways to the window.

He figured he would peek in and see what the adorable little nymphette was doing.

And when he saw what she was doing, he almost fainted.

He watched the whole thing.

His prick began to throb like a jackhammer.

James opened the door and walked into the room.

As soon as James left the party, Amanda returned to Tracy by the fireplace. Amanda was flushed with excitement. Once she had made up her mind to try some distaff dalliance she couldn't wait to get started. She figured that it was depraved and perverted, but found it all the more thrilling because of it wholesome sex is never as exciting as the illicit stuff, and a twinge of guilt and shame makes a good aphrodisiac.

Amanda moved in her sexiest manner, sinuous and sensual, knowing that eyes were on her and wanting to make the girl appreciate what she was going to get. It appealed to Amanda's narcissism to know that she could make another woman lust for her. It kindled her own lust.

She put her hand on Tracy's arm.

Tracy looked around the room nervously.

"I don't care who knows," said Amanda.

That was not strictly true. She didn't want anyone to know that she was going to go to bed with a lesbian, especially anyone who might let on to her husband, and everyone at the party knew that Tracy was the token dyke. But Amanda figured it was subtle enough. Everyone was involved in drunken conversation and paid no attention to the two by the fireplace and she wanted to say it because she figured it was the sexy thing to say, to pretend that her passion superseded convention and caution.

She gazed into Tracy's eyes. "Let's go upstairs," she said. "I'll go up first and…"

"We'll go up together," said Amanda. And so they did.

No one noticed.

It was a big house with several spare bedrooms and at least two bathrooms, and once they were in the hallway upstairs the two women giggled like conspirators as they looked for privacy. Amanda kept touching Tracy lightly, affectionately, as if afraid to lose contact even for a moment. Tracy, no novice in these affairs, knew that she had a really horny woman on her hands – that before this scene had ended she was going to have a very tired tongue. Not that she minded that. To a lesbian, a tired tongue is much the same as exhaustion is to a jogger, the desirable end result of a perversion. She could actually feel Amanda's body glowing with the heat of desire, casting off a warmth that warmed Tracy in the radiance.

They found an empty bedroom.

There were a few coats on the bed and the danger that someone, leaving the party early, might come to the room – but that hint of danger added to the excitement.

Tracy closed the door and bolted it.

When she turned around, Amanda was already on the bed, lying back, one knee slightly lifted, her hands locked behind her head. She was watching Tracy steadily. They exchanged a knowing smile across the room.

"Come here, Tracy," Amanda whispered. "Come here and do things to me…"

Tracy, faint with expectation, went to the bed.

She curled onto her hip, looking down longingly and lovingly at Amanda. She didn't touch her for a moment, content to drink in the visual pleasure and to enjoy the anticipation. Amanda squirmed under those hot eyes. Amanda was wearing a slinky black dress, cut low, enough to reveal her deep, uplifted cleavage. She raised her knee higher so that Tracy caught a glimpse of naked flesh above her stockings, smooth white fleash framed in a black net of garter strap and belt.

Tracy kissed her on the lips.

Amanda was surprised for a moment. She had already gotten over her shock at Tracy being an admitted and confirmed lesbian and was ready for any erotic caress, but she hadn't expected a tender and loving kiss. Somehow, what they were about to do had seemed too sordid and perverted for such a gesture of affection. But her surprise faded after that fleeting moment. Women could be lovers romantically as well as physically, she realized – and that added to the desire. She realized that cuntsucking would be all the better for having it done by someone for whom she felt affection as well as passion. She tilted her head back.

Tracy hovered over her, their lips brushing lightly at first, then starting to grind together.

Amanda's lips parted.

Tracy's tongue ran down into Amanda's mouth, tapping, flitting, and darting in exploration.

Amanda sucked on it.

Her own hot tongue writhed with Tracy's, entwining in a soft, fluid spiral. When Tracy withdrew, Amanda's tongue followed as if magnetized, slipping into Tracy's mouth Tracy purred and sucked on it. They swapped tongues back and forth for a few minutes, Tracy kneeling over Amanda now and Amanda arching her sinuous back and stretching like a stroked feline. Her face was turned up like a baby bird eager to be fed and Tracy was feeding her a steady diet of hot tongue.

The only point where they had yet made contact was at the mouth.

Now Tracy began to use her hands, touching Amanda here and there, lightly, fleetingly.

She ran her index finger up the deep crevice between Amanda's tits where the fat mounds lifted from her dress. She stroked her flat belly. She moved her fingertips up her thigh, paused at the tops of her stockings, gently stroked that patch of naked thigh demarcated by the black straps.

Amanda squirmed, impatient for her girlfriend to get on with the more serious stuff, but Tracy was determined to prolong this lovemaking, to enjoy the preliminaries and to linger over the approaches. Seldom had she had the good fortune to seduce a heterosexual woman as absolutely scrumptious as Amanda was and she was not about to rush to the conclusions – as lovely and tasty as those conclusions would no doubt prove. Amanda was spread out on the bed like a feast on a platter and Tracy was going to eat her as if she had been a smorgasbord, taking a nibble here, a taste there, sampling every one of the various components of that varied treat.

Tracy shifted her face down, kissing Amanda's throat and the hollow above her breastbone, then running her tongue along the cleavage between her well-packed tits, following the path that her finger had already blazed.

Amanda sighed and moaned.

Tracy drew the hem of her dress up and moved lower, leaning over the woman's lions. She stared down at that delightful sight for a full minute, her eyes burning into Amanda's flesh as if they had been laser beams. Amanda felt as if she could actually feel the hungry girl's gaze burning into her cunt.

Tracy blew her breath onto Amanda's crotch.

Her breath was warm and yet Amanda's cunt was so hot now that it had a cooling effect.

Amanda opened her thighs wide.

Leaning down, Tracy began to lap and lick at the insides of Amanda's thighs and then to dip her tongue into the woman's belly button. She kissed and licked all around Amanda's cunt, without touching it yet.

Then, through Amanda's black panties, she placed a loving kiss right on her cunt.

Amanda trembled throughout her body.