Looking at the text from my wife I felt a combination of emotions. I smiled reading that she was excited for our date night; my cock throbbed in my slacks as I thought about what that meant; and I felt shame that instead of thinking about my wife, my thoughts were full our latest babysitter.
Kat was twenty years old, a sophomore in college, and sexy as hell. A few months previous we had posted an ad for a new babysitter after my sister-in-law moved to California to go to USC. Kat had called and agreed to come in and speak to my wife and I about watching our two kids from time to time. That first meeting was uneventful, as it was my wife that did all of the talking. I simply had time to shake her hand and introduce myself.
I remember thinking at the time that she looked very cute and sexy in her black shorts and blue t-shirt. Her short five foot frame not even coming up to my shoulder, and her long red hair was draped around her shoulders. After she left my wife asked what I thought.
"She seems nice," I replied, "What do you think?"
"I like her," my wife responded, "She is at school on a scholarship but could use the extra money. The only thing is; she doesn't have a car and isn't sure if she wants to be walking home late at night"
"That won't be a problem, one of us can give her a ride," I said reassuringly, "That is, if you want her."
So it was decided that Kat would be our new babysitter. I had no idea at the time just how much that decision would affect my life. My wife and I try to have a weekly date night which meant that once a week Kat would come over to the house around the same time I returned home from work. I'd change out of my work suit and then we'd be off, leaving her money to order pizza or ingredients to cook dinner.
That first month I noticed that Kat would dress very professionally, almost like she was going to a job as a secretary. Her hair was always down over her shoulders and a couple of times she wore cute little glasses. Usually my wife would be slow getting ready, so I would sit downstairs with Kat waiting. I really enjoyed talking to her, she had a very sarcastic sense of humor that I loved and a little smirk that I found extremely sexy. She was just the kind of girl that I would have been all over when I was in college.
Soon I began looking at her in those skirts and blouses, wondering what she looked like underneath, wondering what kind of underwear she wore. Secretly, I have a huge lingerie fetish. In fact, not even my wife knows just how much I loved the sight of a gorgeous girl in matching bra and panties, or a corset. As I got to know Kat I realized that she reminded me of someone; a girl that I had met online a few months before Kat had started to babysit for us.
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On top of my job as an IT project manager I also ran a sex blog as an outlet for my own fantasies and kinky thoughts. Writing erotica and communicating with people who shared my naughtiest desires kept my urges under control. It allowed me to continue my happy marriage without having my dark secrets come between us.
One person I had been communicating with was a submissive young lady actively looking for a Dom. She went by the name Naughty Kitty and we instantly hit it off. It was clear that she longed to have a man who could truly dominate her. She would tell me how she craved to have someone to please, to do everything he wanted or needed. The pleasure she received from serving and pleasing was so intense, so overwhelming that she could do nothing but continue her search.
As we got to know each other we became more comfortable with each other. Talking and flirting soon turned to sharing our kinkiest fantasies and role playing. We chatted often, enjoying thoughts of her fulfilling my every desire. She was absolutely perfect for my domination fantasies and I knew that I was hooked. She loved to call me Daddy and Sir and I had fun finding new nicknames for her.
Part of me was glad that I didn't know her real name or where she lived because I knew the temptation would be too great to pass up. Already my desire for her was far greater than any I'd experienced since marrying my wife.
One day I had locked myself in my office and enjoyed a very steamy session with her, describing exactly how I would take her, making her cum over and over before allowing her to please me as she craved. Unfortunately the untimely arrival of a co-worker prevented me from cumming for her, and then it was time to go. I cursed when I got in the car, realizing that I was actually running late. I hurried home, not even noticing in my rush that I had passed by Kat hurrying down the sidewalk a block away from my house.
I ran in the house, surprised to see that my wife wasn't upstairs getting ready. "Where's Kat?" I asked as I pulled off my tie.
"She called to say she's on her way, fell asleep doing her homework," she responded as I hurried upstairs to change.
Breathing deep I slowed, realizing that I had a little more time than I thought. I was just pulling on a comfortable pair of jeans when the doorbell rang. I heard Kat's voice join my wife's as they greeted each other, then heard my wife say something about a button on Kat's blouse. Their voices were cut off then because I had turned on the water to brush my teeth. After sliding my tongue over my minty fresh teeth I looked for my watch that usually was on the counter. It was gone.
Remembering that I had left it in the other bathroom I hurried down the hall in just my jeans and into the bathroom. A gasp from inside told me that it wasn't empty like I had originally thought. Kat stood before me in the process of unbuttoning her blouse and straightening it so that she could get it buttoned back up properly. But the thing that caught my eye was the purple corset that she wore under the blouse. Black lace was trailed along the top, hiding the cleavage of her cute little breasts. It extended down to the top of her skirt but displayed the sexiness of her trim figure. The uncomfortable swelling in my pants brought me back to reality and I coughed, lifting my eyes up to hers. "Sorry Kat," I said and grabbed my watch, hurrying away.
When I got back to the bedroom I saw my wife getting ready so I pulled on a button down and hurried downstairs to make sure the kids were alright. Kat was already on the floor playing dolls with my little girl and when I met her eyes, she smiled as if nothing at all had happened. "Hi, Mr. Stone," she said smiling. "Sorry I was a little late. I got caught up with something."
"Not a problem Kat, We really appreciate you being here," I said and pulled out my wallet to give her some pizza money. Taking it she placed it in the pocket of her blouse, her hand brushing along the top of the corset I now knew she wore underneath. My cock gave another throb in my jeans and I started looking for an excuse to walk away. My wife came down at that moment so I hurried her out the door and we left on our date.
After that night I couldn't look at Kat without seeing that corset, or another type of lingerie. Each time I saw her I wondered what she was wearing, again wondering why she always dressed up when she came to babysit. I had told Naughty Kitty about the corset and the other lingerie that I was constantly imagining on Kat's sexy body. Naughty Kitty responded by sending me a picture of her body from the neck down. She wore nothing but a very sexy bra and panties set, displaying her midriff for the first time since we started talking. I groaned audibly at the sight of a large tattoo on her right hip, a stalking black panther, seemingly crawling down her body as if ready to pounce.
Our session that night was one of the sexiest ever, as I imagined what I would do to her incredible body, and shared those imaginings with her. For some reason Kat's face kept popping into my head as I fantasized, making the scenario even hotter. At the end I asked her to take a very special picture for me, and told her what I wanted her to wear for me. She promised that she would but it might take a few days. She also wished me luck the following night when the babysitter would be coming back.
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And this brings us back to the beginning of this story, my feeling excited at getting to see Kat again, and ashamed of how my cock was already twitching. As I walked in the door I saw that Kat was already there and her outfit made me stop and stare. She was wearing a grey skirt and white blouse, the skirt extending to just below the middle of her thigh. Her legs were encased in sheer black stockings and she wore black high heels. As she turned I saw that her blouse was unbuttoned at the top, displaying more cleavage than I'd ever seen on her, other than when I saw the corset.
She was telling my wife a story, it sounded like she'd had a lunch date that afternoon and had come straight to our home afterwards. That explained why she was dressed even sexier than her normal professional skirt and blouse. As I looked at her I realized that she was wearing the exact outfit I had told Naughty Kitty to wear for me. Sure I couldn't see if the stockings were thigh highs or if the lingerie matched, but the clothes were exactly right. As she turned around I saw that she even had on the glasses and her hair was done up and held in place with pens. She was straight out of my fantasies.
