The Babysitter 2

I'll try to get this all down on paper once and for all.

Many years ago when I was married we had a babysitter named Christina. She had been our papergirl for years, so when the children got old enough to leave with a sitter, we immediately thought of her. She was 18 when she started to sit for us.

At this point the relationship between my wife and I was rapidly deteriorating. On the advice of a therapist, we began to go out more as a couple without the children and we made it a ritual of going out one weeknight evening for dinner, as well as Saturday nights. The rule of course is that you are not supposed to talk about the kids, work or money, so you can imagine how quiet these dinners were.

Anyway, every night I would pick up Christina and then drop her off when we got home. She only lived a few blocks away, so it was hard to get to know her on these short drives. She was a very cute 18 year old girl who had just recently developed completely and did not have an ounce of baby fat on her. I did learn that her Mom had left them and her Dad and older brother raised her.

During the weeknights in the summertime, she would ask me to drop her off at a friend's house instead of going right home. I quickly agreed as this gave me a few more minutes with her. She seemed to open up and to be very comfortable with me, even beginning to flirt a little bit.

One night when I dropped her off, the house where her friend lived was completely dark. I told her I would wait while she rang the bell, but I was certain nobody was home. When she returned to the car, she was crying as she felt her friend had dumped her and she felt rejected. I immediately put my arms around her to comfort her trying to explain that it was probably just a misunderstanding, nothing more. While I was holding her tight and her head was on my shoulder, I began to get excited and I think it was the first time she had made me hard.

I pulled away a little in shock. As much as I liked her, I had not thought of her as more than a 18 year old "little girl" until that moment. Boy was my life about to change. I drove her to her house and I would not let her go inside until she stopped crying and agreed to talk to her friend tomorrow before she got mad at her.

From that on, I began to look at Christina in a very different light. I found myself checking her out every opportunity. I tried to steal peeks down her blouse anything she would bend down to play with the kids. I went to far as to set her up to where she had to bend over so I could either check out her ass, or peek down her top.

When she was in my car, I would find myself getting hard just looking at her and talking to her. Our rides home now would include a few extra minutes talking while parked in front of her house. On the occasions that she went to a friend's house, I would take even more time and if questioned when I got home, I would say that I drove her to a different place, much further away. My wife never questioned my motives as both of us were very fond of Christina and would do almost anything for her. Little did I know how true that statement was.

At this point Christina turned 19 and my wife and I took Christina out for a birthday dinner, yes we hired a different babysitter so we could take our sitter to dinner. Call me crazy.

That night I drove both the sitters home, of course dropping Christina off last. When we were a block from her house and waiting at a light, she leaned over the seat and as I turned to see what she was doing, she gave me a long hard kiss on the lips. I held her head tight and we kissed passionately for several short minutes. I thought I was going to cum in my pants I was so excited. When I got to her house, she said she enjoyed that very much and she really likes the way I treated her, and that I treated her like an adult, not like a child as her Dad still did, even at 19.

At this point in my marriage, I had moved into the spare bedroom and the wife and I had not been intimate in several months. I was so excited that night when I got home, I took a long cold shower to calm myself down. I got the second big surprise of the evening when my wife joined me in the shower saying that it had been much too long and why could we not make this work. She sank to her knees and gave me a very passionate blowjob, but all I could think about was Christina and I never got fully hard, nor could I cum from her sucking. She was dejected as lack of blowjobs was a constant argument in our home and here she was initiating one and I was not responding. I actually felt bad for her.

For the next few weeks each night that I would drop Christina off, we would stop along the way and make out for a few minutes. She was a quick learner and became a great kisser very shortly. I began to hold her close to feel her breasts crushed into my chest. We even began to make out briefly when I would pick her up, which presented a problem as I did not want to walk into my house with a woody. Christina giggled the first time I explained why I wanted to wait in the car and that she should just send my wife out when she was ready.

Soon she would become curious and wanted to know if she was the one who caused that big lump in my slacks while we were kissing. She began to touch it, to explore it and ask me about it on our drives home. My mind was racing wondering how I could make some extra time, find a secluded place, and get my rock hard cock into this wonderful young lady's hands and eventually into her mouth. This went on for several weeks and I was going crazy. I wanted her so bad, but I still had to remain sensible in the situation.

My chance came shortly. I had an upcoming business trip and as luck would have it, my wife was invited to a baby shower the afternoon I was scheduled to leave town. I lied about my plane time, and suggested that we get Christina to come over and watch the kids. I went to get Christina right before my wife left so the kids would not be home alone. I assured my wife that I was going to be out the door 5 minutes behind her on my way to the airport. Actually I had 5 hours, although I would be careful to be gone before my wife returned home.

As soon as the door closed, I announced that I was going to take a quick shower. I purposely left the door halfway open for ventilation. I saw a shadow through the shower doors several times, so I had no doubt that Christina was upstairs, even when there was no logical reason for her to be. Both children's bedrooms and all their toys were downstairs, so there was only one reason for her to be upstairs.

When I dried off, I wrapped myself in a towel and went to check on the children. Christina told me that they seemed tired, so I told her to try to get them both to nap as this would be a good time. I went back upstairs and now totally naked I shaved and did my hair, all the while with the door half open. Several times I saw what I believe was her walking past the base of the stairs, but I knew I would embarrass her if I looked and made eye contact.

When I was almost done, I called her to the base of the stairs and while standing behind the door for modesty, I asked her if the children were sleeping. She said yes, it was almost like they were drugged (no, I didn't) I asked her to bring me up a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

While she was handing me the water, I could see her eyes in the bathroom mirror searching for a look at me naked. I set the bottle on the vanity and slowly opened the door reaching out to her with both arms. She came to me in a hug and kiss that seemed like it lasted for hours. I finally broke the kiss and led her by the hand to the guestroom where I had been sleeping. I turned her around and undressed her slowly, savoring every inch of her flesh as I uncovered it. When she was completely undressed, I turned her around to face me and for the first time I saw that she was 100% woman, not some little girl anymore.

I laid her down on the bed and for the next hour and a half I taught her how to make love to a man. She was in a state of glee that I have never seen on a woman's face since that day.

When we were finally finishing up my daughter began to fuss and we heard her over the baby monitor in the master bedroom next door. I would have liked to take Christina into the shower for a third round, but it was not to be. She dressed and went to tend to my daughter as I went back and showered again. I dressed and left for the airport, but only after stealing a few kisses and hugs just out of sight of two wide awake children.

I knew that from that day forward things would never be the same with Christina. While we had no opportunity to make love again, she did blow me on the ride home several times, knowing how much that was pleasing me. Hard to concentrate on the driving, but I never had an accident!

Soon Christina got the use of her brother's car while he was in the service, so we had to curtail everything. She would look at me with puppylike eyes as I would pay her and walk her to her car, never daring to so much as kiss her with my wife inside.

One evening as she was leaving I whispered that she should call on Saturday and say the car won't start and I can pick her up. She did just that and my wife never suspected a thing. Again another fantastic blowjob on the way home. The only downside was when I told her that I was planning to move out the next week, and Christina started to cry. I assured her that we could work something out to spend even more time together and she changed those tears to a big smile.

I moved into a local hotel for 2 months until I found an apartment and Christina spent many evening in my bed. This was working out perfectly for me until one evening she showed up unexpectedly at my door crying hysterically. When she could finally talk she told me that her Dad had been transferred to Texas and he was pulling her out of the local community college and moving.

The last week she was in NY she spent every evening in my bed, wishing and hoping for something to change the situation, but at the end of the week they loaded the truck and drove away. I was parked at the end of the block out of sight and sat there crying for several minute before I could drive away.

I never saw her again...