In addition to an incredible sexual experience I had recently with my ex-wife's best friend (Roselyn), I had gotten the phone number, unsolicited, from Lindsey the babysitter. She had slipped it into my jacket when I gave her a ride home.
Not long afterwards, my cellphone rang with an unfamiliar number. I answered and was surprised to learn it was Lindsey. I asked how she had gotten my number and she said that she had told Roselyn that she had lost a bracelet and maybe it had dropped in my car.
We made small talk for a minute before I bluntly asked her how old she was. She said she was 19 and was waiting for school to start to attend a state school a few hours from home.
I enjoyed chatting with her and after a short time she asked if I needed a sitter. I said I might in the future, but that I wouldn't have my kids for a couple of weeks. She said that was perfect and she could come babysit me this weekend.
I was so surprised by what she said that I was speechless. After a pregnant pause,
and knowing this could be a huge mistake, I teasingly asked what she charged for her services and she replied, "We can work that out." I asked if she needed me to pick her up give her a ride to my place, but she said she would prefer to drive to me.
We made a date for early Saturday night and then hung up. My cock had been stirring while we talked, now I was now rock hard, so I relieved myself thinking of the weekend I had recently had with my ex's best friend.
Finally, Saturday came. I was having second thoughts about what might happen, but then decided to just go with the flow. We had arranged for her "babysitting" duties to start at 6:00p.m., and right at 6 my doorbell rang.
When I answered the door, I was pleased to see her. She was more attractive than I remembered with shoulder long sandy blond hair and green eyes. She was dressed in a baggy sweatshirt, skintight yoga pants and sandals.
I must have stared at her for a minute, because she asked me if I was going to invite her in. I snapped out of my spell and invited her in.
As she entered my apartment, she looked around with some curious interest and told me I had a nice place. I said thanks and asked if I could get her anything. She didn't need anything, just yet, so we both stood there, awkward with the silence.
After long minute, she said she was a little warm and asked if it ok to take off her sweatshirt. I said no problem and helped her pull it over her head. I was rewarded by finding she only had a sports bra underneath.