Driving Heidi Home - Sex Stories

Driving Heidi Home

... was a great experience for me, too, honey. I don't have a daughter to teach this stuff to, at least not yet, so you're helping me learn how to teach it. You sure are learning fast." After cleaning up, I raced to her house. I had to be careful not to have too much unaccounted-for time in my movements, or this newfound paradise could be jeopardized. This was unbelievable! When I dropped her off, she underscored my musings, with an excited "I had fun, thanks! I can't wait for this weekend. I get to play your nanny!" -o0o- Her mother dropped her off at the curb on Friday evening with a smile and a wave for me at the front door. Traci had already left for Dulles and her flight to New York, so it was just my son, the 'nanny', and 'daddy' for the whole weekend. Heidi put her overnight bag in the guestroom and jumped right into a Nintendo game with Brian. Later, I ordered a pizza, and it was incredibly cute to watch the f******n-year old babysitter try to take on the part of the "lady of the house". She set the table, fussed over the dirty dishes afterwards, and even offered to fetch me beers from the fridge during the meal, an offer I gladly accepted two or three times. Each time, she stood next to my chair, barely leaning against me as she opened the can to serve it, and each time my hand drifted up the back of her legs to gently cup her precious little ass under her skirt. Once again, she was panty-less, and the return pressure on my hand as it softly massaged her naked flesh ...

... told me a lot about the weekend ahead. I imagine she had no inkling of how much I had planned for her, but her obvious readiness to repeat our manual stimulation episode threw wide the door to my lewd imagination. Brian was busy eating his pepperoni pizza, one of his favorite meals, and was totally unaware of our inappropriate familiarity. At six, he probably would have thought nothing of it, anyway. Brian asked Heidi to take him out to the hot tub after dinner, but I intercepted that idea with a proposal for miniature golf. We played until after dark at a course a few miles away, one we'd never been to before. I'm sure at this point that I don't need to tell you how much I enjoyed watching Heidi lean over to pick her ball up at the end of every hole, or how often I found excuses to touch her. Of course, any observers would have only seen a man with his two k**s out on a Friday night, a positively wholesome image. When I imagined Heidi as they must have been, as my actual daughter, it just turned me on that much more. As we drove back home in the dark, Brian couldn't see my hand on his babysitter's thigh from his seat in back. As we neared the house, she smiled knowingly when I told him: "We let you stay up late already, Brian, so I don't want you giving Heidi any trouble getting you into bed." While she got him ready and into bed, I took a chilled bottle of white wine and a couple of glasses out by the hot tub, leaving all the exterior lights off. Then I walked across the yard ...