"I'LL TAKE THE SITTER HOME, DEAR"
Larry and Monica Tilton, who live three doors down on the East side of Pleasant Street, have been married for about eight years and have a couple of wonderful kids.
Larry Tilton has been a faithful husband. He's never cheated on his wife, but he has done his share of teasing at the parties they attend. And I'm sure he's harbored fantasies about a few of their women friends, but I'm also pretty certain he never acted on those impulses. Monica is a good wife and mother and has been a faithful wife. But...lately, she's been drinking more and more.
The Tilton's went to a party tonight, and they asked Debbie Lawrence, who lives a few doors down, to baby-sit for them. Debbie's a cutie, and maybe Larry has noticed she's looking better and better.
The Tilton's are still at the party, and Debbie's still at their house. I have an idea what might be going on. Maybe the night is going something like this...
"I'LL TAKE THE SITTER HOME, DEAR"
Debbie Lawrence had been babysitting for Tilton's for several years. They were nice people, their kids were well behaved, and they paid well. And Debbie had a huge crush on Mr. Tilton, who she thought was the most handsome man she'd ever known. Because he treated her with respect, and listened to her, she felt drawn to him and, as her sexuality blossomed, she more and more began to wonder what he'd be like as a lover. When he smiled at her, Debbie got all mushy inside. She wished she was older so he'd pay more attention to her. She often thought the fact that she looked a lot younger than her 18 years probably kept him from noticing her, too.
A mass of curly silky light brown hair dangled to her waist and surrounded her pert face and shoulders like a fluffy halo. Her body was slim, well shaped and showed promise of filling out splendidly as she grew older.
Generally, Debbie was satisfied with the way she looked, except for her breasts, which she wished were larger.
She was lying on the sofa, watching a movie on TV. The kids were in bed, asleep, and Tilton's weren't due home for some time, so Debbie decided to do something she'd been doing a lot lately. She liked to go into the Tilton's bedroom and feel Mr. Tilton's things and to smell the smell of him on them. Sometimes she'd take her blouse and bra off and put one of his shirts over her naked upper body. When she did that, her nipples got so hard they hurt and she got so turned on she had to masturbate and make herself come.
On one of her forays, she discovered a cache of videotapes she hadn't seen before, hidden in the back of their big bedroom walk-in closet. She took one out and put it in the VCR in the bedroom. It actually showed people sucking and fucking! The young girl was enthralled. She'd heard of tapes like this, but had never seen one.
Once again tonight, Debbie slid one of the X-rated tapes into the bedroom VCR, then laid down on the bed and watched it. "God!" she said to the empty room as she watched the erotic performance unfolding on the TV screen, "I'd like to have a big cock like that in me!" The naughtiness of what she was doing thrilled her. Rapt, she watched the actresses and actors perform their sexual acrobatics.
Unconsciously, she caressed her breasts, feeling a strange tingling deep inside her as the film awakened delicious feelings in her slim, young body. As she watched the film, passion expanded inside her. God! She'd like something like that! The film ended, she rewound it, and put it back where she found it. Then she went out to the living room and sat down to watch a late-night talk show.
* * * * * * * * * *
She was startled awake by the sound of the door opening. She looked toward the entry hall and saw Mr. Tilton walk in and close the door behind him.
"Where's Mrs. Tilton?" Debbie asked.
"She was having a good time, so she stayed at the party," he replied. "I thought I'd come over and see how you and the kids were doing."
Debbie was thrilled to be alone with Mr. Tilton at last. Her body was still simmering with passions the erotic film had awakened. She smiled at him.
Mr. Tilton walked to the sofa and reached out his hand. Debbie took it and allowed him to pull her to her feet. When she was standing, Mr. Tilton gathered her into his strong arms, lifted her off her feet, and covered her lips with his. She could feel the lump of his erection prodding her belly.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he told her after the kiss ended, then he kissed her again.
This time, Debbie returned the kiss avidly. Kissing Mr. Tilton felt every bit as good as she dreamed it would. His tongue pressed into her mouth, she met it with hers, and almost fainted with delight. Wild new sensations rocked her slim frame. After a long time, Mr. Tilton broke the kiss and put her down.
Debbie's heart was pounding. She was sure Mr. Tilton had to be able to hear it. He began to caress and stroke her lank form, stoking the fires of passion already smoldering there to white-hot intensity. Her legs were so rubbery she was afraid she'd fall. Now he was tugging at her sleeveless tank top, pulling it out of her jeans. Debbie raised her hands so he could get it off over her head. She was glad she hadn't worn a bra.
"You're beautiful!" Mr. Tilton whispered as he gazed at her. His voice was filled with awe as he gaped at her nude chest. "Absolutely gorgeous!"
Debbie felt herself flushing with pleasure in response to Mr. Tilton's compliment. She was delighted he liked her body. He sat down on the sofa and pulled her onto his lap and his hands began sliding over her, making her wilder and wilder with need. Then his hands were at the waist of her jeans, loosing them, tugging them down over her lithe hips. Debbie was sure she was going to faint. He was going to make love to her! Mr. Tilton was going to make love to her!
"Oh Debbie!" he said. "Debbie!"
* * * * * * * * * *
"Debbie! Debbie!" Again Mr. Tilton's voice called her. Debbie opened her eyes. She was fully dressed and lying on the sofa. Mr. Tilton was standing over her, smiling. It had all been a dream! But it seemed so real!
"We're home, sleepyhead," Larry said and smiled down at her.
"I'm sorry," Debbie murmured, trying to mask the disappointment in her voice. If he'd only come in a little later, she could have finished her wonderful dream. "I guess I was more tired than I thought I was."
"That's all right," he said. "After all, we don't stay awake all night when we're home."
"Where's Mrs. T?" Debbie asked.
