I wouldn't have fucked the hell out of our babysitter if she didn't belong to my gym.
See, our babysitter, Stacia, has always been what I would consider "cute." She wears baggy clothes, even in summer, and so I never really got to see her body. Our kids loved her to death. She would come over, my wife dealt with her most of the time, and I just paid her at the end of the night. She lived two blocks away so no one ever had to bring her home.
She was a quiet girl, with an impressive smile and eyes that sparkled. She was naturally a brunette, but colored her hair blonde.
During her senior year, she started talking some more; I guess because my schedule had changed and I was typically the one she'd be relieving. I'd have a rehearsal to attend, and by this time my wife was fucking her boss many nights under the guise of "program planning" for the school district. At least that's what she told the kids. I knew better, as I had shared her one night with her new lover, and video taped them on occasion.
But back to Stacia.
Stacia, it turned out, was really into theatre. She told me that she had come to see my shows and that she was amazed that I could sing as well as I do. She would never want to be on stage, she was far too shy, but she did enjoy watching.
It also turned out that she had a fantastic sense of humor. We began joking around with each other and flirting. At this point, it was harmless flirting from my side. Again, I didn't know what I was dealing with, and she watched my kids. Of course I'd fucked 18 year olds before, Carly was (and still is) the fuck of my life. But I didn't think about Stacia that way.
Spring came, and with it her graduation. She watched our kids one of the first weekends of summer. When I got home from rehearsal, she was on the couch plunking around on my wife's computer.
"Hey," I said as I sat down on the couch next to her. Something smelled different. I know the smell of an aroused woman, and it was palpable in my living room.
"Hey," she replied, with some tension in her voice.
"Everything ok?"
"Yeah. I just saw something that I shouldn't have." She replied coolly.
"What's that?"
"Well, I guess it's not my business. It's just that..." then she thought better of it, "never mind. I should get going."
"Alright. Here you go," I said, handing her a 50. "But if you need to talk, let me know."
She got up without looking at me, put her shoes on, and made for the door. She stopped at the door and saw my keys. On my keychain was a key fob for the local gym. Her demeanor changed somewhat. "You belong to that gym? I've been going to the other one down the street. Do you like it?"
"It doesn't get quite as busy. I prefer to workout alone, late at night when the wife gets home from her program planning." I said.
Her face turned sour again. She said, "I may switch. I like working out late as well, and there are a bunch of creepers at mine."
"Well, the only creeper at my gym at 10pm is me," I said with a chuckle. That got a laugh.
"You're not a creeper. You're a real gentleman, and one who deserves so much more than he has."
There was an awkward pause, and she looked down at her feet. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. Good night."
With that, she left.
I was really surprised. I opened up my wife's laptop, and looked up "recent programs." Video was the last one. I opened it up. Sure enough, it was a video of my wife getting plowed by her boss. She was moaning like a wonton whore. My babysitter had masturbated to a video of my wife banging someone else, and was mad that my wife was cheating. I found it to be pretty funny. Still, I had no interest in this girl.
Two nights later, I went to the gym. My wife had come home, well and truly fucked. She told me about it. Her boss had invited a friend. She had two cocks in her over and over.
When I walked in, the lights were on. I came around the corner to get on my treadmill, and who should be there, but the sweet, innocent girl that took care of my kids?
I was not prepared for this.
Stacia was wearing basically a sports bra and shorts that are illegal in some states. You could play quarters on her toned, rock hard stomach. Her breasts were huge. Now, I had had my suspicions, but with the baggy clothes, everything kind of looked like a blob. Just not the case. Her legs were shapely, the legs of an athlete. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a sloppy ponytail. My jaw dropped. I couldn't stop staring. Normally, I was the one that was in control, but this time, I was flabbergasted.
I stammered..."Hey, there..."
She flashed a smile and said "Hey!"
She then just worked out and didn't say another word to me.
I went about my business and worked out, my typical cardio and biceps/back day. I kept looking at her. She noticed. She smiled.
When she was done, she came over to the bench I was on and sat on a machine opposite from me. We talked about her normal routine, and then when I was done, she said that she liked this gym, but she didn't know what the other rooms were.
I offered to give her a tour.
The gym is set up in sort of an H shape. One of the long sides is comprised of classrooms and equipment closets, the middle is the main workout area, and the other side is locker rooms, steam rooms, and a sauna. There are security cameras, but I've seen how little they pick up when the lights are off. The lights were generally off for the sauna/locker room wing.
