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.
A few hours passed and soon my wife was telling me we could finally return home. The car ride home was quiet. My wife complained of how tired she was, and she didn't want to deal with my snoring. I promised her I'd sleep in elsewhere tonight, knowing that tomorrow she had yet another social event to attend.
When we arrived home, the lights were out and I was almost sure my wife could see the disappointment cross my face. But upon entering the door, I heard the downstairs television. As I climbed the stairs to see my wife to bed and change into something more comfortable, I tried to make up an excuse to let myself downstairs. But upon entering the main floor living room, I heard the fridge door slam close and out of the kitchen walked Ashley. My eyes widened, and my mouth gapped. She had on the shortest shorts known to man, made of a thin white material that showed her black thong. Her tanktop was white also, and I seen her nipples pushing through the thin material. Immediately, my dick began to harden. Her eyes dropped, and she gave me a wicked smile.
"Want to watch a movie with me downstairs before bed, Mr. Smith?"