This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.
Heather was fingering her eighteen year old pussy again, thinking about her hunky neighbor Mr. Braun. Her fingers were a blur as they sped over her moist flesh, rubbing her clit, pistoning in and out of her tight cunt.
"Oh Tom! Fuck me, yes, oh so good, yes Yes YES!" Her nipples crinkled tight as she pumped her virgin twat, her orgasm making her squeal and shudder. Heather was in her bed at home, just one house down from her current fantasy. Her lithe form rolled across the mattress as she clamped her thighs together, she loved cumming to thoughts of the handsome widow down the block.
Heather babysits for Mr. Braun, she calls him Tom in her fantasies. His wife passed away two years ago, now it's just him and his three year old son Danny. Heather loves Danny, he's a happy kid and no problem to watch. It was his father who had captured her attention.
Heather thought he looked like the actor on that old show The Nanny, with dark wavy hair and a sophisticated air about him. Even before his wife passed away Heather had thought he was hot, now that she had spent time with him and his son she'd developed a massive crush on the man.
Heather was five seven, with sandy brown hair and big brown eyes. She had a trim figure, like that of a runner, with long legs and a flat tummy. She'd dated before but never gone all the way. She thought boys her age were lame, she was hoping to give her cherry to a real man, someone like her sexy neighbor.
The fact that she lived so close to him was both a blessing and a curse. She loved being near him, but she felt he still thought of her as a kid, since he'd seen her grow up. She wanted him to see her as a woman, as someone desirable.
Heather thought of a plan. The next time Tom, Mr. Braun, asked her to babysit she would agree, then tell her parents she was sleeping at a friend's place after babysitting. She'd have all night to seduce him then! She set things up with her friend Kira so that if anyone asked her alibi was secure.
Finally Saturday arrived, along with a request for her services to look after little Danny. Mr. Braun went to his book club at seven, Heather would be happy to sit for him!
The night crawled by. Danny was a fun kid to play with but she had more adult matters on her mind. At last he was asleep, Heather began her preparations. She brushed out her shoulder length hair, leaving it loose around her face. More dramatic eye makeup, nothing gaudy, just very sensual looking. A light mist of perfume. And the cherry on top, she stripped and put on one of his white dress shirts from the laundry.
Mr. Braun tossed his keys on the hall table and softly called, "Heather?" She usually met him at the door. He slipped his shoes off and walked softly into the living room. Heather was on the couch, knees tucked under her, wearing one of his shirts. And it looked like nothing else.
Heather rose from the couch and came to him, gliding like a cat. She smiled a wicked smile and embraced him, pressing herself to him. "Welcome home," she whispered, her lips grazing his neck.
Tom's arms automatically went around the teen as she hugged herself to him, god she felt good, smelled good, for a second he just drank it all in. But then he pushed her away, held her shoulders, looked her in the eyes.
"Heather, what are you doing?" he asked. It was now obvious she wasn't wearing anything under his shirt, her nipples were pointing at him through the fabric.
"I want you," Heather said. She was trying to undress him now, unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands over his chest. "I've wanted you for years now, Mr. Braun, Tom, please make love to me!"
"Heather, I... how old are you?" He wasn't against the idea, just surprised. He'd noticed his young neighbor fill out over the years, she'd blossomed into a sexy woman. But no way was he risking prison.
