Mary The Babysitter

I wasn't really expecting to come off the road so soon. Turns out my last run fell through, so my fleet manager sent home a day early. Good for me, I was tired anyways. Thought about a nice day at home with my son, who was 8, and the wife still at work. Maybe get some catch in. Of course, if I admitted it or not, I didn't mind seeing the babysitter either. Mary was 18, a senior in high school, tall and razor thin. She made her money all week in the summer watching our son, tanning by the pool, watching tv or talking on the phone. Not a bad gig, I thought!

I fumbled for my keys, found them and let myself in. Mary heard me and came to the door. Mary was clad in a short denim skirt, a black tank top and bare foot. Her nails were painted a brilliant red. Long black hair fell past her shoulders and her red lips glistened.

"Mr. Giles!' she said feigning surprise, "You're home early!" She turned and walked back to the couch, starting to gather things.

"Hi Mary," I said, trying to act non-plussed. The way she walked was already making me so hard. Those long legs under that skirt did it to me every time.

"Where is little Brian?" I asked.

"He is upstairs at Glenn's house. Should I call him down?"

"No, Mary,' I said,' I need a breather anyways. " I sat down on the couch with a cold brew.

"I'm sorry, you're watching a movie! Go ahead, you can finish it." Mary curled up on the sofa. Her nails tantalizing close to my thigh. She had the cutest little toe rings on.

"It's pretty good. I love John Wayne movies!"

I had to laugh. She was so adorable, but I always kept my space. I knew her folks and had known Mary since she was preteen. Still, I couldn't help noticing how she was growing up.

We were just talking when suddenly she arched her back. "I have a cramp in my leg!"

"Here, let me help...." Well everyone, that's where my façade started to crumble She put he long legs in my lap. Landed right on my hard on but she acted like she couldn't tell. I began rubbing her calf. Down to her toes. She moaned with pleasure.

"Feel better?" I asked.

""You can make me feel better!" she said. With that she spread her long legs. I was looking directly at her soft cotton flowered undies. She stared back at me. I made my move. I leaned across her body and took her face in my hands. Kissed her deep. I felt her long thin legs wrap around me. My hands went under her tank top. Her nipples were rock hard.

I pulled the shirt overhead, exposing two little mounds over creamy white flesh with little brown nipples. I began to suck on them. Hard. Licking all over her still developing chest. My other hand went under her skirt. I felt her moist crotch through the thin cotton panties. One finger probed between her panties deep into her moist pussy. She was so wet. She arched her back to meet my probing. She was now grasping at my belt and jeans. She pushed me back.

"I've wanted to do this a long time," she said.

She guided my cock out of its jean-clad captivity and in one motion engulfed it. To the base she swallowed me. This girl could please a man! Her little head bobbed up and down, fingers stroking me. I wanted her so bad.

I moved her back on to the couch, placing her on her tummy. She spread wide for me. That little pink teenaged slit was glistening. I placed my engorged cock against it, preparing to go to the point of no return. My wife, her parents, was all non-factors now. I wanted Mary. I slid against her wetness, allowing the head to penetrate her. She moaned loud. Inch by inch I slid deeper into her, allowing her wetness to suck me in. Cover me. She began to shake with an orgasm only an 18-year-old girl can have. I fucked her harder. Deeper. I could hear her wetness. Feel her juice on my thighs. She was wetting the entire sofa. I was so pleased. I was out of control. Lost in the moment. I was building. Harder. Bigger. I came. I shot jet after jet of warm seed into her. Covered her womb. She was screaming by now.

People do give us looks now. My wife left after Mary conceived. We are engaged. Walking around town with an 18 year old pregnant girl and a 40-year-old guy does look bad. But you know? I wouldn't trade Mary for anything.