Tuesday, February 7, 2012

The Fucking Babysitter

Boy do I want to fuck the babysitter. Whose name is D____ and is an actress and dancer. She is this girl that does not on first glance stand out. Until you have a second glance and then you recognize, not by explicit, known features, but through your natural intuition of these things: her tremendous sexuality.

Tonight she bares her shoulder while talking to me. I see her bra strap. When she turns I cannot but allow my eyes to wander across the skin on her shoulders, the curve of her breasts beneath her sweater, the shapes of her legs, her ass. I am holding my son and he is wearing this thing that zips up the front, and the zipper is near my fly, and she asks, as she reaches towards the zipper, if there is a zipper.

My son falls asleep as I cannot stop thinking about her. And now we are here.

Tomorrow I am going to allow my eyes to wander while we are talking. I want her to see me looking at her breasts, at the crotch of her jeans, at her legs. I want her to see me stare at her lips.

My son will be asleep when she arrives and there will be the two of us alone in the apartment, the boy in his bedroom. Should I stroke myself through my pants while she watches? Should I ask her if she needs a backrub? That is kind of funny. But the question is, how do I convince the babysitter to take off her jeans and her panties and allow me to feast on her pussy, until my cock can take no more and must plunge into it. I want to cum deep inside her and for her to beg for me to cum in her and not to pull out.