The Babysitter
Part 2

Copyright© 2013 by blade62

Erotica Sex Story: Part 2 - Hey guys I reposted part 1 My parents had planned a one-month get away for themselves. It was the first vacation that they'd taken in two years. The last time was just after I turned fifteen

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   Babysitter  

I woke up the next day to an empty bed and more than a little confused about what happened last night. I was still in that groggy state between asleep and awake when I caught something on my big toe. Reaching down, My hand came up with a thong. Images from last night came back in my head crystal clear. Coupled with my usual morning woody, it gave me a painful erection this morning.

Forgoing my usual morning jerk off session in hopes of having the real thing over a fantasy, I took a shower and brushed my teeth. Making sure I did a thorough job of it, I wasn't going to give her any easy excuse against me, I scratched the side of my face and gave a rasp as my slow growing facial hair made an appearance. Had it really been two weeks since I last shaved?

After shaving, I surveyed the damage I caused. I thought I did pretty well, only a couple nicks so not too bad if I do say so myself.

Back in my room I went through my clean clothes boxes, yes boxes. I have three; one for pants, one for underwear and socks, and one for shirts ... DON'T JUDGE. After getting dressed, I headed to the kitchen and found the girl of my fantasies making breakfast. We're having pancakes.

Emily was dressed in a light pink camisole and what could be yoga pants. She looked like my idea of a sex goddess. I moved up next to her and put my arm around her shoulder saying, "want to have some fun." But she just shrugged my arm off her shoulder and ignored me.

I leaned my other arm on the counter and looked her over. Her face had an unreadable expression. She flipped the pancake then dropped it on one of the two stacks she was making. "Matthew, grab the orange juice out of the fridge, will you," Emily ordered, "and set the table while you're at it."

By the time I had the table set; Emily had finished making the pancakes and we sat down to eat. Man this is awkward, I thought after five minutes of silence, and five minutes after that she left and told me to clean the dishes.

I didn't see her till noon when she poked her head into the game room to tell me lunch was ready. I decided it was time to make my move again. I entered the kitchen to see she had changed into another white button down shirt and plaid skirt and was also wearing white thigh high stockings. Emily was dressed to kill, and I was a dead man the moment I entered the room.

After looking her over I asked again, "want to have some fun?" But she just ignored me. I walked up next to her and rubbed my fingers down her back, she shivered at my touch but showed no other sign that I was even in the room. I went to move behind her but she stopped that the second I started. Emily glared at me and ordered me to stay away from her the rest of the day.

I stood there rooted to the spot as she took one of the sandwiches she had made, from the counter and left the room. I didn't see her the rest of that afternoon.

The next time I saw her, she dragged me to my room shoved me into in and shut the door behind me. I didn't even bother to undress I just lay on top of my covers trying to rap my head around what was going on. Why is this day so different from yesterday.

I ran through everything I did both today and yesterday and all I came up with was I don't understand women even half as much as I thought I did. An hour after being sent to bed I got up and went to Emily's room if for nothing else than to find out why her behavior had changed so.

She was lying on top of her bed waiting. As if on cue I knocked then opened the door slightly and popped my head through. "What are you still doing up" she asked. "I couldn't sleep" I replied. Emily got up and opened the door the rest of the way and saw me in my jeans and shirt from earlier and the bulge in my jeans.

I had been hard from the moment I saw her in her form fitting clothes. No surprise there. She saw the bulge in my pants and grabbed it through my jeans and pulled me close to whisper into my ear "I see the that the problem is here, not in your pj's" she pull me into the room shutting the door before continuing in a seductive tone "let me help you fix that problem." My head spinning from her change, she started kissing me hotly.

Before I knew it, I was out of my shirt and jeans. By then I saw the chair facing the foot of her bed and asked "what's the chair for?" She gave me a devilish smile and replied "for you baby." Before I could think about what she meant by that, she distracted me by sucking my tongue down her throat and sat me down. OH Yeah I could get used to this.

 
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