The Sitter
By only the strong
The following is purely fantasy. If you like my stories...read on...if
not...don’t.
The babysitting service said that she would arrive at my house at promptly
7:00PM and the knock on the door confirmed that she was at least, punctual.
My son Zane, and I, answered the door to a pleasant young female named Tina.
She was very tall, a bit frumpy looking in a sweat suit and running shoes,
which did nothing for overweight body. She wore her hair pulled back and the
glasses on her face completed the frumpy ensemble. My son Zane, who at 10yrs
old was already angered by my insisting on a babysitter, took an instant
liking to her. She came highly recommended, with references supplied by fax
from the service, and I felt comfortable with her demeanor. We all adjourned
to the living room to discuss the arrangements. I did notice that she seemed
at least as tall as my 5”10”, but it was difficult to tell her true height
as she walked with a slump to her shoulders and was carrying a number of
books which she clutched to her chest. I thought it was cute that she was a
little shy about being overweight and was subconsciously hiding it from me.
We had already agreed on fees, and I informed her of Zane’s bedtime at
9:00PM, and told her that she had the run of the house and to help herself
to one of the spare bedrooms if she got tired. Being a single dad was
difficult, I informed her, and I hoped that this was the start of a mutual
friendship in which Zane and I could use her exclusively as a sitter. She
smiled at that and said that she was hoping for the same. I kissed Zane
goodnight and was surprised that Tina got up, of course with her books
across her chest still and gave me a peck on the cheek and wished me a
pleasant evening.
As I exited the house, I was surprised that her little kiss had aroused me
somewhat, and that she smelled very pleasant. I got in to my car and enjoyed
a small laugh that a seventeen-yr old girl had an effect on me, and an over
weight and kind of frumpy one at that. I decided it was from excitement of
my first date that I was going on in some months since I took legal custody
of Zane from my ex-wife. Paula was a girl from a client’s office, and I was
very attracted to her, and anxious to restart my social life. I picked her
up and we were off to dinner and a party.
Paula was very attractive, and attentive at dinner, but I wasn’t having the
same kind of vibes that I had felt about the date earlier. We had a nice
conversation and seemed to be getting along well, but there was no spark
from either of us. We attended the party to make the rounds, and shake hands
with all of our coworkers and friends. We had agreed on the way to the party
to call it a short evening. I think we were both letting each other down
thoughtfully. At the party I overheard her telling one of her friends that
she found me attractive, but was angry that I seemed to be somewhere else in
thought and not interested in her. She was right. I was being the worrying,
doting father, but didn’t want to bore her with that. Early on in the party,
she asked if it was okay if she hitched a ride with a girlfriend, and I
agreed politely. Well, so much for my big night out on the town. I
dejectedly headed for home at a daring, devil may care time of 10:00PM. I
laughed at myself, and promised that I would make sure and apologize to
Paula and explain why I was so distant when I saw her next. She was
attractive, and who knew, maybe there was a sliver of hope left.
I pulled into the drive at 10:30PM and noticed that the lights in the living
room were still on. Good, I thought, maybe Tina would enjoy a bowl of
popcorn and a video movie with a boring 35yr old man. I was paying her till
1:00AM, and at least it would give us a chance to see how things went with
her and Zane. I entered the house and saw her sitting at the glass table in
the kitchen nook. She had taken off her shoes and sweat pants and was
sitting in a pair of running shorts while studying. She looked up and smiled
as I entered the kitchen area, and asked me how my night went, and why I was
home so early. I explained that my date was kind of a flop, so I came home
early. I brought us both a can of soda from the fridge and sat across from
her. I asked what she was studying, and if things had gone well with her and
Zane. She said, “ Zane and I got along great and he went to bed begging to
stay up and wait for his dad.” She also informed me that she had graduated
from high school one year ahead of schedule, and was attending the local
university on an academic scholarship. The open biochemistry book on the
table confirmed my earlier impression of her being a bit of a bookworm. I
asked her if she would like to share a bowl of popcorn and watch one of the
movies I had rented for her, and was pleasantly surprised when she said, “I
would love to be your date for the evening Mr. Martin.” I laughed and got up
to make the popcorn and asked her to check on Zane and to grab some throw
pillows from the den and we could sit on the floor and enjoy a good old
fashion video date. She hopped up from the table and exited leaving me only
a glimpse of what appeared to be two very muscular and tan legs. I thought I
was seeing things, but the glass table may have distorted my view of them.
I made a batch of gourmet popcorn, ha, microwave of course, and headed into
my room to change into more comfortable clothing. I changed into a pair of
loose sweat pants and a t-shirt. I checked my self in the mirror. I was
still in excellent shape and had retained all of the muscle from my younger
days, and worked out religiously to keep my washboard abs in shape. I am not
sure why I cared what I looked like to the babysitter, but just the same, I
dabbed a subtle bit of cologne to my face to complete my attractive old guy
image. I headed for the living room with popcorn and sodas in hand.
Tina was sitting on the floor with her back propped against the front of the
couch, still wearing her big sweatshirt. I placed a throw pillow beside her,
leaving a comfortable distance between us and placed the popcorn bowl and
the drinks between us. She started the movie, and I sat down to enjoy the
movie and reflect on my failed date with Paula. She had laid a blanket
across her legs, so I was still unable to tell if my earlier glimpse was
indeed a figment of my imagination. I did notice, however that her feet were
actually a couple of inches past mine as we sat in basically the same
adjacent positions on the floor. I was also surprised to notice that they
were quite large, tan and very sexy. My own feet which were size 10 1/2
looked at least 2 sizes, if not more, smaller than hers. We watched the
latest Jean Claude Van Damme movie, without much conversation, and with me
guiltily stealing glances at this young woman's sexy tanned feet. She
removed the blanket from her legs about half way thru the movie, and I
nearly gasped out loud when I saw the Muscular, tanned definition of her
calves and thighs. Her legs were longer and thicker than my own, with
muscular definition that rivaled any contestant in Ms. Olympia competitions.
I tried to hide my glances and hoped that the lights’ being off was
disguising my growing erection. I was completely flustered and was getting
very aroused as she rubbed the shin of one of her legs with her beautifully
manicured foot from the other leg. I got up and excused myself for a moment,
while desperately trying to hide my ridiculously large erection that was
sticking straight out like a flagpole from my groin. She said she would
pause the movie as I clumsily exited the room, mumbling an excuse about
needing to use the rest room. I closed the door behind me in the restroom
and stared down at my throbbing cock, as it threatened to burst thru the
material of my sweat pants. Thank god, I wasn’t wearing underwear, or I
probably would have snapped my cock in two by restraining it. I pulled my
pants down and stared in disbelief at the size and hardness of my erection.
I couldn’t ever remember being this turned on. A knock on the bathroom door
startled me. “ Are you okay in there Mr. Martin?”, she asked. I hastily
blurted out that I was fine and that I would be out momentarily. “Something
I ate at the party must have upset my stomach”, I added lamely. I heard her
pad off into the living room. After a quick, very cold shower and minutes of
thinking about very ugly old women, I was finally able to exit the bathroom.
I returned to the living room and lowered the lights a little more in order
to hide my embarrassment. I noticed as I sat down that she had moved our
pillows a little closer together, but thankfully the popcorn and our drinks,
which she had thoughtfully refilled, remained between us.
She re-started the movie, and I concentrated on watching the movie with
renewed vigor. I continued to steal glances at her wonderful legs, but was
managing to keep from getting completely aroused again. I couldn’t believe
that someone with such an out of shape upper body could possibly have legs
like these. That's when she dispelled another of my misconceptions about
her. I sensed her movement and tried to concentrate on the movie, but the
reflection on the stereo cabinet clued me in to her taking off her
sweatshirt. I glanced over and nearly fainted! What I had mistaken for an
out of shape midsection, was actually her attempt to hide the most enormous
chest I had ever seen. She was wearing a flimsy, white sports bra that was
incredibly overmatched by the size of her breast. Each one was at least the
size of my head, with the nipple protruding outward and threatening to
burrow holes thru the front of the bra. Any attempt to stop my erection from
showing thru my sweats was pointless at this time. She mentioned how hot it
was and started stroking my right leg with one of her beautiful feet and
said, “ Mr. Martin, don’t you think you would be more comfortable if you
stopped trying to steal little peeks and would just take a full look at what
you’ve obviously been thinking about.” I couldn’t breath, and was feeling
light headed at the thought of what was happening. I tried to nonchalantly
look over at her and only managed to knock over our drinks. I leapt to my
feet as she kneeled up next to me. My erection was even harder than my
previous one and was sticking straight out at her. I tried to turn away, but
she grabbed the back of each of my calves and said, “ it’s okay, I’ve been
trying to steal peeks at your cock all night Mr. Martin. This just makes it
even easier to admire it.” My head was swimming. I looked down at her, and
noticed that she had let her hair down during the movie and taken off her
glasses. She was truly stunning, and I couldn’t believe that I had not
noticed how pretty her face and eyes were. She was looking up at my face and
smiling. All I could see was her face and tits, which were just below my
cock and were completely blocking my view of the ground as they delicately
brushed the front of my thighs. She pulled down my sweat pants and released
my now aching cock, which was throbbing and sticking straight out. My normal
length is substantial, but not like this. She had me so excited, that it
seemed my cock had grown at least an inch or two from its normal length of
9”. She stroked its length gently and delicately scratched my nuts with her
nails as she continued to stare at me. I was completely in her control and
she knew it. She pulled the sports bra off and displayed her incredible
tits, which actually jumped outward after being released from their
constraints. They were the most spectacular things I had ever seen and
without an ounce of sag to them. She rose slowly letting my cock slide down
thru the valley of her cleavage as she continued up. My early estimation of
her height was also inadequate. When she reached her full height she was at
least 6 feet tall if not taller. She smiled at me as my eyes were level with
the bottom of her nose, and her breasts were rubbing against my upper chest
and neck area. She was magnificent. Her upper body was as defined as her
lower, with washboard abs and shoulders and arms that belonged on only the
biggest Ms. Olympia contestants. She suddenly pulled me close and started
deep French kissing me, while trapping my cock in between her thighs. As her
tongue wrestled with mine, she was grinding her pelvis into me, which was
quickly bringing my cock to the brink of orgasm as it slid in and out of her
thighs. Before I could cum, she reached down and squeezed my member and
whispered, “not yet baby, hang on for a second longer.” She then dropped
back down to her knees and started licking my nuts and the tip of my cock as
she slowly stroked its length with her hand. Just when I knew I could take
no more, she opened her mouth and took the entire length of my cock into her
mouth and throat. I came like a geyser, and felt as if every ounce of my
strength had left my body as she eagerly swallowed everything my cock had to
offer. I slumped over her shoulder in complete exhaustion. She amazingly,
stood up with out strain and carried me over shoulder, down the hallway into
the downstairs guest bedroom. She gently laid me down on the futon bed and
started gently stroking my member with one hand, while delicately kissing my
mouth, face, neck and chest. I was at attention in a matter of seconds. She
then turned around and lowered her beautiful ass and pussy onto my mouth and
nose, while continuing to play with my balls and cock. I eagerly tongued her
pussy and ass, while she started in on my cock with her tongue and mouth
again. Each time I was ready to cum, she would expertly apply pressure to
the base of my cock and delay the inevitable. I, however, was unwilling to
stop on my end as I brought her to orgasm after orgasm with my tongue and
fingers, each time risking suffocation as her legs would squeeze my head as
she came and quite literally bring me to the brink of passing out before
letting off. When she finally let me cum, it was equally as powerful as the
first, and I shot my load all over her face and tits as she milked my cock
for all it was worth. We collapsed into each other’s arms and lay there
naked and sweating from our efforts. I dozed off using her incredible tits
as a pillow.
When I awoke, it was to yet another fantastic blowjob. I groggily looked
down and she was eagerly bringing me back to full strength. When she had me
throbbing at full strength again she rolled over grabbed me by the shoulders
and moved me between her legs. I couldn’t believe how strong she was. I
entered her pussy, which was pulsing with heat and started slowly pumping in
and out, keeping rhythm with her hips as she rocked towards me with each
thrust. I reached down to my sides and grabbed her ankles, bringing her sexy
feet to my chest. Her large feet were the sexiest I had ever seen, with a
dark tan and soft white undersole. The rings she wore on her second toes
made her feet even more irresistible. I gently sucked on each of her toes
and licked the under side of each foot as I continued to try to keep pace
with her rocking pelvis. She was moaning loudly and saying that she had
never had anyone make love to her feet before. I continued to suck and lick
her toes and feet as she pressed and kneaded my chest and face with them. We
both came together and collapsed in a heap on the futon. I was completely
spent, and still in a daze over this young woman's power over me. We lay in
bed talking about her plans in school and stroking each other’s bodies. I
was infatuated with her body like none other. I had never laid eyes on
anyone as beautiful as her.
We adjourned into the kitchen wearing t-shirts and shorts and sat down at
the table for a glass of water. It was just after 1:30AM and she said that
she had to be going. Before she stood up though, she extended her legs and
started massaging my cock with her toes. She easily pulled my shorts down
with her toes and started jacking me off between the soles of her feet as
she fingered herself and watched me with a smile. Amazingly, I came for a
record 4th time in one night, and splattered all over the underside of the
glass table.
As I walked her to her car, we discussed plans to have her baby sit for me
again, preferably as soon as possible. She pulled me close to her and gave
me another kiss, which started my crotch tingling again. She playfully
reached down and gave it a squeeze and whispered, “ maybe we should give
that thing a rest, before it gets rubbed raw.”
“Too late”, I said, “and I better get in side and clean that kitchen table
up before I forget.” We both laughed as she got in her car. When she drove
away, I stood watching, thinking I may have met the most incredible creature
to walk the earth.
To be continued...