The Baby Sitter Wore Chanel - Sex Stories

The Baby Sitter Wore Chanel

... waited till she was distracted emptying her backpack and asked nonchalantly, "So what kind of bag do you want to get? A Channel?" Susie who was still emptying her backpack was wearing a thin knit white shirt, over the head style, which ended just above the waistline of her skirt. The skirt was a light blue and made of a very soft and thin material, hanging off of her and outlining her constantly expanding ass. Even just in the last three months John could see the curve in her lower back, the jut of her modest but improving derriere, the swelling of her breasts. She was still petite, but a more womanly petite. She was wearing slight heeled tan sandals and her hair was pulled up from the sides and held by a clasp where it fell back into the rest of her hair, straight and draping over her shoulders. Her body was tanned from the summer, darkening her beige skin to a firm chocolate brown. She had on light blue lipstick and blue fingernails. An image of a blue smear on his dick made the still flaccid organ jump a hair. "Yeah, the Chanel Reissue, it is this special anniversary addition. John pulled the bag out and set it on the counter and reached in, pulling out the large size burgandy bag. "Does it look like this?" John asked. Susie looked up and stared for a good ten seconds. "Why . . . why do you have one of those?" She croaked hoarsely. "Or does it look more like this? And he pulled out a second back, this one white with brown trim and markings. "Holy cow. They are ...

... gorgeous." Susie said as she walked like a zombie over to the bags. "So these are the types you were referring to?" "Mmmm. Yeah . .. . see . . . . oh." Susie came around to John's side of the counter to get a closer look. She was positioned right in front of him, bent slightly at the waist, her ass practically presented to him. John swallowed hard. He clenched and unclenched his hands, trying to quell the beast growing within him. He planned to go slow, to seduce her. But right now it was all he could do to not ram her up against the counter top and take her fertile pussy for his own. John heard a coo from James, sitting on the floor in the adjacent living room, playing with his playskool toys. John looked over and thought to himself, thank god even as a witness he couldn't say anything. John stepped just a bit closer and smelled her hair quietly. His mouth watered, his penis was aching, the position in his khaki shorts preventing it from sticking out and getting fully erect, which it wanted so badly to do. "Do you want them?" John said in low gravely voice. Susie turned slowly, John very close. "Um . . . well, . . of course I want one. I have been talking about it." John put one hand on her left onto the counter, the other he slid two fingers down the side of her face. "I really want to give them to you." He said. His fingers curved around her cheek and slowly over her lips as he continued, "As long as I am sure you will . . . thank me . . . again." His eyes were staring right into ...