Babysitting for Married Men 2

I started working on him the second time I sat for them, especially when his wife Toni was out of sight. There’s a way you can be so glad to see him when he picks you up for a job, say thank you when you are being paid, good bye when he drives you home that arouses interest without being too blatant. Tight clothing didn’t hurt either. I could tell he was always delighted to see me, too. Of course, there was the little problem of Toni, but as it turned out, she travelled on business and sometimes he would have a Jaycees meeting.

When I finally built up my courage to make something happen, I dressed for the job “to the nines,” short skirt, silky blouse, black underwear including a garter belt and stockings. I stuffed a strip of condoms in my purse.

Toni was far away in Minneapolis. By the time I came over, the day-sitter had left and Toni handed me the baby. I love babies and I let Eric watch me cooing over the baby and make baby talk.

“She’s so cute,” I said.

This gave him a big smile, but he had to rush off to his meeting.

After the baby was fed and changed and put to bed, I still had an hour before Eric came home. I couldn’t get him out of my mind, and it was making me incredibly horny with anticipation. I tried to do homework but didn’t make much progress. Finally, I just went to the family room and sat back on the sofa. I closed my eyes and let pictures of what Eric must look like undressed fill my imagination.

The two top buttons of my blouse gave way easily, and I slid my hand over my bra, and gently rubbed myself. Mmmmm. I slid my hand into the bra and began to twiddle my nipples. This was so pleasant, it was giving me that full feeling down below.

My other hand was free and soon I was teasing myself by rubbing the insides of my thighs. “Oh Eric, Eric.” As my hand slid from one thigh to the other, I brushed across my panties, which were already cool with moisture. My legs were wide open for the imaginary Eric. I was spending more time rubbing over my panties now and my back arched uncontrollably as I imagined responding to his ministrations.

I slid my hand into the leg hole of my panties and felt cool fingers on my pussy lips. Circular rubbing gave way to exploration of the wet place in between. My fore finger found and played with my clit at last. “Eric! Eric,” I moaned.

This was getting uncomfortable as I usually did this in my bed with only PJs or a nightgown on. I pulled up my skirt and one-by-one, unclipped the garter belt straps from my stockings. Then I was able to slide my panties off. I finished unbuttoning my blouse and slid it off my shoulders so I could slip my bra off, too. If only it was Eric doing this.

I laid back on the sofa and took my time just caressing my breasts and squeezing my nipples.