Cathy Sampson was living the good life of a High School Cheerleader. She was smart, pretty, and popular. Her classes were going better than ever in this, her senior year at West High. Cathy's folks were proud of her, as you would expect. She always tried...
It was a Saturday afternoon when my phone began buzzing. It was Mr. K texting me, “April, I need you now; come to the house ASAP.” Mr. K wasn’t asking; he was ordering my presence. It wasn’t a complete surprise, as Mr. K told me a few days earlier that Mr...
Yadira couldn't resist looking up from her phone. It wasn't so much that she didn't want to, it was that she understood why her husband couldn't resist either. Their babysitter, Tania, was nineteen with a petite body and a deliciously proportionate bubble...
My vacation babysitting week completely turned my relationship with Mr. K around. We had sex almost every night that week. I have no idea how Mrs. Kelly didn’t catch us. Hell, I was practically walking bow-legged all week; she must have noticed something....
After a long, tiring day at the beach, Mr. and Mrs. Kelly decided to go out to dinner by themselves, leaving me to entertain the girls. I made us some burgers, we watched a movie, and I put them to bed. Their parents still weren't home yet, so I just chil...
My fling with Mr. K, the father of two children I babysat for, had been going on for close to a month now. I had resided myself in the fact that I couldn’t say ‘no’ to him; worse yet, I was starting to feel emotions towards him. I knew my feelings were mi...
As I stood there in the bathtub, I could see her staring at me through a steamy vanity mirror. Had she been there, watching me the whole time? I grabbed my towel and stepped out of the tub. “Hi Ashley,” I said. “Hi,” she shyly replied. “Do you like what y...
I'd been babysitting for the Rikers for years, since I was sixteen, and they both were really nice. Candice taught me so much about my babysitting duties – really mothering duties. Matt was always polite and friendly and always inquired about my schoolwor...
Back in the late 1970s, when I was in my late teens, I was blackmailed by our babysitter. I have two much younger sisters who my parents didn't trust me to look after while they were working running the family business. My parents enlisted the help of my...
“Anything?” she whispered before looking up at me, “You said I could ask anything?” “I did,” I answered simply. “Di… did you really mean that Allie?” she asked hesitantly. I nodded, “Yes, yes I did!” For the first time, I watched Mel’s tongue peek out bet...
It seems to me that life is simply about timing and decisions. There’s good and bad, and only in hindsight can you be sure which is which. Good can turn out bad, and sometimes what you thought was extremely bad can turn out good, and then much later on… *...
I picked up Peter at the airport when he returned from his latest trip to Brussels and Madrid. I was prepared for a late dinner at home together. It was simple. Tortellini with a marinara sauce I had made that afternoon. And of course, a nice bottle of ch...
Little Emily was 18 months when this happened. We'd been using Kara to babysit for over a year and she was maturing into a lovely young lady late in her senior year of high school. Still, it came as a bit of a surprise when, as we left for a play, she ask...
To help pay for my Uni studies, I babysit for a couple who live in the smart part of my town. Jeff is a self-made man, with a successful business. In his late forties, good-looking and with a wicked sense of humour, we always have a laugh and flirt quite...
The babysitter was stoned, horny as fuck, and dressed like a cheap slut. Yes, I was, especially the horny as fuck part. Calling my attire scandalous hinted at least some modesty. I was dressed for the weather, not the occasion. That is to say that, due to...
