The Babysitter - Gina - Sex Stories

The Babysitter - Gina

... I tossed it up in the air a couple of time, and it fell back down into my hands. I through it harder with each toss, just allowing it to fall short of hitting the ceiling. What to do? Then it struck me... I reached over and opened my bottom desk drawer. Their cradled in the bottom were two magazines I found out in the garage on a shelf. They were girlie magazines five or six years old. I liked to read the jokes and the comics, but the pictures had almost become a fascination for me. Beautiful young women with perfect skin and fantastic bodies. Mostly naked, but when clothed with underwear or nighties, revealing firm perky hemisphere orbs with strawberry sized pointy nipples and taught butts with an occasional pussy. Now I had seen Mom's tits a couple of times by accident, they were large and firm - but these ladies tits didn't hang as low as Mom. Nor did they yell "Get Out Of Here!" when they were naked when you walked in. I have seen these pictures a hundred times, and each time I feel good about looking at them. I know it has something to do with sex, but I don't exactly know why. My dick gets hard, and sometimes I have to rub it. As I open one of the magazines, there is pictorial of "Jane", a red head who likes butterflies, romantic movies and long evenings by the fireplace. Her turn offs are politicians, opera, and big cars. She has big tits, tipped with light pink nipples, and she is holding a skateboard in front of her crotch. She is totally naked, except for the ...

... skateboard. My dick is getting stiff. From down the hallway, I can hear Mom walking toward my room. Quickly I through the magazines back in the drawer and close it just before Mom opens my door. As she walks in, I grab the ball and toss it in the air. This time just a little too hard to fall short of hitting the ceiling. <Bang> Mom sees the ball hit and fall back into my hands. Mom is all dressed up in a backless blue dress. It is cut low enough that you can tell she is not wearing a bra, but even if it wasn't, the impression of the fabric over her hard nipples would be a dead giveaway. She is wearing matching high-heel shoes, and a white pearl necklace. I don't know if she sees the tenting in my pants, but she says, "Pete, the Sitter will be shortly. I would like you to come down and meet her when she gets here." "Okay Mom," I reply. Mom walks out of my room. That was close! I hear her walk downstairs closely followed by my Dad. About 10 minutes later, the doorbell rang. I looked at my desk clock, 5:25. I guess it is time to meet the Baby Sitter. I get up from the bed and head for the stairs. As I approach them, I can see just a glimpse of the girl. As I continue down the stairs, more and more is revealed. The first impression I got is - - - Nerd! I don't mean to be rude, but that is what she looked like. Her blonde hair was parted in the middle and tied up into a bun. She wore glasses, and the frames were black plastic. You couldn't tell that she had a figure... it was all ...