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The Babysitter
Date: 6/13/2017, Categories: First Time Taboo Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith
This happened a few years ago and I still remember it fondly. My son and daughter-in-law had just had their first baby, a son, making me a grandfather. As a proud grandfather, I would often drop by just to see my new grandson. One early evening, I had nothing better to do so I once again found myself on my son's doorstep. But this time, answering the doorbell, was a teen vision of loveliness. She was cute in that fresh-look, girl next door style, a blond ponytail, freckles across the bridge of her upturned nose, breasts about a 32C would be my guess, somewhat hidden by a bulky sweater. "Hi...Can I help you?" I recovered enough to stop staring "Ummm, yeah, is my son or daughter-in-law at home?" "Oh, I'm sorry, but they're out tonight. I'm their new babysitter. Sandy." With that she held out her hand. I slowly shook her hand, taking the opportunity to look her up and down. I certainly understood why my son hired this beguiling nymph. "Well, just tell them I dropped by." Perhaps a little too gruff, trying to cover up my frank assessment of her charms. "And you are...?" "Frank...Jimmy's grandfather." "Ok. I'll let them know." And with that, she shut the door. Leaving me standing there like a stone statue. My son called later that night asking if everything was Ok. Evidently Sandy had been true to her word, passing on the fact that "an older gentleman, claiming to be Jimmy's grandfather" had stopped by earlier. ...
... "She's really something, son. Where on earth did you find her?" "Actually, that new church that Karen and I joined has a list of available sitters. Sandy was the third name we called who happened to be free tonight." "I'm wondering if I could borrow her some night?" "Dad, what do you have in mind? You don't exactly have any k**s at home needing a sitter." "Oh well, you know your old Dad. Just a little light housecleaning. Keep Wally company as I run some errands. Just stuff." My son said he'd ask Sandy to call me later in the week. Damn, I really wanted Sandy's phone number so I could talk to her directly. But I didn't want to push things. A few nights later, Sandy did call me. I explained what I needed and, being broke like most teenagers, she readily accepted my "job". Since I thought Sunday would work out best for my schedule, and hers, she told me that she'd come over after church services. I couldn't wait. The rest of the week just dragged by. But finally, Sunday came. About noon, my doorbell rang. "Hi....Ummm Frank, right?" "Very good memory. Considering our first, short meeting" "I'm very sorry about that. I hope you understand, I'd never met you before and had no idea who you really were. I just didn't want to take any chances." "No problem...really. Let me show you around the house and explain what I need doing" Now, I'm fairly well to do with a nice sized house in an exclusive neighborhood. I ...