When I was an 8-year-old boy my parents always got one of their friends daughters to baby-sit me. She was HOT. I had such a huge crush on her. I don't think she knew how I really felt about her. As I got older the crush got bigger and many young mans dreams were spent dreaming of my babysitter.
As I grew into a young man I did not see her for years. I still thought of her from time to time, in fact I never forgot her and hoped to someday see her again. I knew she had married and had children, but the fantasy was always there. Finally I did see her again. She was still HOT. She may have been 10 years older than I, but she didn't look it.
Like I said I had not seen her since I was about 11, I was now 26. I don't think she recognized me at first. She had always been small with curves that didn't quit. She still had them, even if she was a bit heavier than she had been when she was 21. I knew I would be having more dreams about my babysitter.
"Hi Beth, long time no see." She looked at me with a confused look on her face. I was right, she didn't know who I was! "It's me, Scott. You remember you used to baby-sit me?" I said.
"Oh, hello Scott. I didn't recognize you. Looks like you have changed quite a lot since I saw you last." Beth said. She thought wow he grew up nicely. She didn't quite know what to say to him. "It was nice to see you."
"Yeah, you take care." I said. I watched as she walked away. Her ass was still fine. Her jeans hugged those curves in a way that men look. Maybe someday I would get the opportunity to get my hands on it.
It happened about 2 weeks later I went to a bar and she was there. She was looking hot, as always, the only downside was her husband was there. I knew him, he was a decent guy and treated her right, but I wanted that chance too. I went over and joined them.
"Hey how are you all?" I asked them. I looked at her that was a mistake. I was getting hard, in public.
"Hi Scott," she said. "We are doing well, how about you?"
Obviously I could not tell her how I was really feeling, so I said "Fine, save me a dance later will you?"
"Sure." Beth said. I was going to get that close at least. If I were really lucky I might get to touch her ass.
I left their table, but kept my eye on her all night. Her husband didn't seem to notice the men that all stopped and sat and chatted to her, but I noticed. It seemed like she was quite popular, with all ages. I didn't know if I liked it. Maybe I was reading more into it than was there, they seemed to visiting with both of them.
As the night wore on and the drinks flowed I got braver and everyone got a little on the drunk side I decided to make my move. I walked toward her, but the most frustrating thing happened, someone else asked her to dance and she said yes. They got up and moved to the floor. I moved towards the bathroom instead. Before the night was through I was going to get my hands on her fine ass.
I came out from the can and they were still dancing. I was jealous and a little crazy. I watched them, it all looked innocent enough, but he was where I wanted so badly to be. I decided the next dance was going to be mine, so I went and sat at her table and chatted to the people there. I found it strange there were few ladies at the table.
