I answered the door and was stunned by this young girl staring back at me.
"Hi, I'm Ashley, Mrs. Smith asked me to babysit..." she said, a grin spreading across her face.
She was babysitting for me. She was a real beauty. Her blonde hair fell in large soft curls around her face. Her blue eyes glowed with innocence and virginity. She had a slight tan and glossy pink lips. A tight white shirt clung to her, accenting her perky breasts and hour glass figure. I was just beginning to imagines the things I could do to her when my wife ran down the stairs, my jacket and tie in hand.
"Hi Ashley, I'm so glad you could make it. The kids have already had dinner. Travis is already sleeping and Alan should lay down in about a half an hour. We'll be home around 1. There's food in the fridge. If you want to go to bed, you can sleep in the downstairs living room," my wife hurried, tossing me my tie as she fluttered out the door. "Hurry up Steve!"
I glanced at Ashley. She stood there, grinning at me. There was a lustful glint in her eyes as she snuck her hands into her pockets, her shirt riding up to show me the bare skin of her stomach, tanned to perfection. I blushed, I knew I did. I was an old man and that look in her eyes showed me she might not be as innocent as I first assumed. I quickly tied my tie and rushed towards the door. She just winked and waved as I turned to close the door quietly.
My wife and I were at a charity event, hosted by her work. All night was spent being dragged along from person to person, from couple to couple, introductions and small talk. All night my thoughts turned to Ashley and I was scared someone would notice the unmistakable tent in my shorts. I sat at a table and let my thoughts wander as my wife continued to socialize. I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing in our home right now....
I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined her laying on my bed, naked. She'd spread her sweet thighs and let me look at her small peice of heaven for a moment. I felt my member throb in my pants and I quickly reopened my eyes, trying not to let my imagination get the best of me.