WARNING: This story is intended for 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.
Being an older Mom as many of my friends and neighbors are, it is hard to balance a career and a family. So needless to say, I have found the use of sitters to be a very big part of my life. My husband is a computer software consultant and travels a good part of the time. This is how I came to meet Lorie.
She was the epitome of the angelic, eighteen-year old baby sitter. All legs, perky, bouncing tits, and firm ass cheeks. When my neighbors introduced me for the first time, my only concern was how thankful I was for wearing loose fitting exercise pants. They perfectly concealed my immediate wetness soaking through my panties. If there was a picture next to lustfull sexuality in the dictionary, it would be hers. She was a natural blonde, which added insult to injury. My heart pounded as I contained myself as we met each other, and I took hold of her young hand to shake it. Her skin was so soft and warm to the touch that I almost melted.
To make matters worse she was a natural tease to boot. I am not sure if my husband ever knew, but that girl went out of her way to give me a peek at her perky tits or toned ass cheeks whenever she could. It all came to a sex heightened intense frenzy one day, as I entered the den, where she had been watching the kids. As soon as she saw me, she went over seeking an opportunity to bend down to clean up some of their toys on the floor. Needless to say, her short skirt raised up, giving me an unobstructed view up between her long, silky smooth skinned legs. To my utter amazement, Lorie was not wearing any panties. She was bare ass naked under her short skirt, and remained bent over for some time, as she spoke to me, looking back up to see my reaction. Wide-eyed and open mouth, best described it. My clit hardened immediately and was screaming for some sort of sexual release. Uncontrolled leakage slowly spilled from my heated pussy lips.
Glancing up along the smoothness of her long legs I could easily make out the tiny wispy pussy hairs that covered the protruding pouting pussy lips peeking out from between her legs. The crack of her young ass was plainly visible as well, adding to my misery. Oh how much I wanted to go over to run my hands up under her short skirt to feel her hairy mound. Then put my head up under it, and inhaling her pungent young female sexual scents. I would have much rather ran my tongue up and down the length of her ass crack, savoring her sweetness, however, it was all a daydream fantasy.
Of course I must have turned a pleasant shade of red, as she coquettishly smiled as though amused with my embarrassing and awkward predicament. Obviously, my not saying anything about it, only helped to seal our secret bond, thus making matters even worse. From that moment on she was different. Her actions and mannerisms whenever I was around had appeared to change ever so slightly, yet quite noticeable to me. It was as though she knew that she was now in complete control of me. It was I who did not know what really lay in store for me ahead. Needless to say, I went full speed ahead right into it, only to accept both barrels she had loaded for me. Every opportunity she found, she would deliberately show me various parts of her young naked body. Then her sexual innuendos became relentless, and always when it was just the two of us around.
Where a young girl like this learned so much about sex was beyond me. Even though she was over legal age I never knew that much when I was her age. It began when I unknowingly volunteered to drive Lorie home, late one evening, and then later to stop into the all night grocery store for some things on my way home.
This was the moment she had been waiting for and made full use of it the moment we drove out of site from the house. It was as though there was some silent secret bond already between us, when she slid over in the front seat of the SUV to be closer to me. Lorie immediately lifted her short skirt, shamelessly displaying her naked pussy and began rubbing it with her hand and fingers, moaning aloud. She lewdly slipped at least three fingers up deep inside of herself. Once her hands were sopping wet she reached under my own skirt. All the while I remained silent already trapped in her sinful web. I wanted her to touch me, hell I wanted to touch her more than anything else, as I drove slowly along the back streets that night.