Hilary Duff Babysitting - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff Babysitting

... “Come on,” Ben said, standing up. Before Hilary could ask what he meant, he slipped one arm underneath her knees and one behind back. Lifting her up, he moved around the chair and headed for the stairs. Hilary thought about telling him to put her down, but it solved the problem of having to walk up the stairs herself. “Here we go,” Ben, said, using his foot to push open her bedroom door. He’d seen her bedroom before, having been in the house a bunch of times, but he still felt a twinge of nerves as he carried her over the threshold. Crossing to the bed, he moved to the side and set her down on the bed. “I’ll let you take it from here,” Ben said, his heart beating like a jackhammer as he looked down at her stretched out on her bed. Maybe it was the months since the last time she had anything besides her fingers or vibrator between her legs. Or maybe it was all the close physical contact on the dance floor earlier. Or the foot rub. Or the ongoing fantasies from the last few days. Or maybe it was all of those things coming together into a perfect storm that kept her from stopping herself. Whatever it was though, she reached out and grabbed the back of Ben’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. As Hilary’s lips met his, Ben was shocked, but he wasn’t about to stop her. Moving onto the bed on top of her he deepened the kiss. He really wanted to bring his hands into the equation to do a little groping, but he didn’t want to push. For Hilary’s part, her brain was flashing warning ...

... signs, but her body refused to heed them. Once started, she couldn’t stop and as Ben hovered over her she moved a hand down to rest on his side, pulling him down on top of her. Nervously, Ben pressed his crotch against hers, letting her feel his excitement. Feeling her moan into his mouth, Ben grew bolder and shifted his hips just enough to grind against her, getting another moan from the sexy MILF underneath him. Feeling his cock pressed against her, Hilary felt her head spin in ways she hadn’t felt in years. She may have had a couple drinks at the club, but at the moment she was far d***ker on lust and desire than on alcohol. Her brain was quickly being silenced and it stopped complaining altogether when she slid her hand even further down and cupped the front of his jeans, feeling his cock against her palm. As if that was some secret signal that they had been waiting both of them immediately started pawing at clothes moments after Hilary’s hand came in contact with his crotch. Her hands went to his belt while his went for the buttons on her blouse. Both were nervous enough but Hilary’s experience had his pants open and her hand slithering into his boxers before he got halfway through her blouse. Wrapping her hand around Ben’s cock, Hilary’s eyes opened wide. He wasn’t particularly long, but it was really fat, quite a bit thicker than even her seemingly optimistic fantasies over the last few days. Squeezing it, she gave it a tug, grinning as Ben moaned and quivered at her ...