The Babysitters Pink Panties Part 1: The New Arrangement - Sex Stories

The Babysitters Pink Panties Part 1: The New Arrangement

... and sniffed. I hadn’t even bothered to lock the door. Part of me wanted to her to walk in and watch the slow firm strokes I was beating myself with, and see the way her scent corrupted me like a perverse drug. As my arousal soared, I probed the dirty gusset with my tongue, taking just the faintest taste of her juices. I had never experienced anything like it. My hand, in a manic frenzy of self-abuse, tugged and pounded my cock in rapid movements. I could feel the deviant orgasm building as if my body was contorting to expel a demon from my insides, preparing for a finale. I gave the material one last deep nose and then wrapped the crotch around my bulging head, gasping and grunting as a final, furious flurry of brutal tugs sent my whole body in to a blissfully painful spasm. The euphoric relief washed over me as I squirted enormous globs of hot cum and soiled her pink little panties with my stickiness. Two, three, and then a fourth pulse of spunk, then the final flood that drizzled over the material and my hand. I collapsed in the chair, the feeling divine, like taking off tight fitting shoes after a long day. My body glistened with sweat, the rise and fall of my chest slowing as I caught my breath and recovered from what was possibly the most incredible wank I had ever achieved. I took at least half an hour ...

... in the shower, gleefully allowing the water to purify my sinful behaviour, but compulsively casting frequent glances at the limp, damp panties I had tossed on top of my own clothing. After the shower, I flung everything in the wash with the notion I would pretend to have unknowingly gathered them up with my own clothes. Jenna and I passed each other in the hallway as we retired to separate bedrooms. She wore the old, baggy pair of tartan P.J’s, I had selected for her, reverting her image back to the sweet homely girl I previously regarded her as. Making my sexual indiscretion even more satisfying if I’m honest. We smiled, awkwardly, and said our goodnights. That night I jerked off several times, thinking of her sleeping in the next room, excited by fantasies of waking her from sleep or caught by her in the shower. However, as morning and Kate’s return drew closer, a twinge of guilt took hold of me and dragged me back to reality. I could no longer think of Jenna as simply the wholesome kid who’d arrived on the doorstep yesterday, and working from home wasn’t going to be the productive environment it used to be. However, I found a thin rationality in the fact that if all this turmoil was arranged to keep Kate happy; then maybe it was only fitting that I should have a few benefits in there too. To be continued.