Babysitting with Benefits - Sex Stories

Babysitting with Benefits

... her shirt. She looked me directly in the eyes for a few seconds then moved the bowl and twisted around until she could lay on her back across my lap, her head was resting on the end of the sofa. She didn't say a word but her eyes conveyed the message, she wanted me to continue. My cock was a full blown erection and her back was pressing on it pleasantly when I pulled her shirt up to her shoulders exposing her breasts fully. She was watching me carefully when I cupped her softly rounded left breast under the palm of my hand and pressed on the mound. Her eyes fluttered then rolled up until she was staring into the space over her when I started playing with the second tit with my other hand. She closed her eyes then quivered softly when I pinched her small nipples and rolled them in my fingertips. My balls were beginning to ache, my steel hard cock was poking her in the back, my head was spinning. I knew full well what I was doing with her could land me in serious trouble but I couldn't resist. The tender young girl had invited the intimacy and she definitely wasn't repelled or scared of what I was doing. She was beginning to show the effects of my attention to her breasts. Her chest was rising and falling a little faster, her legs got restless then parted enough to give me an unhindered view of the gap at the junction of her legs. She opened her eyes again, looked into mine then arched her back. As she relaxed back down she rocked against the bulge of my erection, getting a ...

... good feel of it. I bucked my hips so that the head of my cock poked her firmly, she opened her mouth slightly, sucked her lower lip between her teeth and smiled up at me. I was lost. Mother Nature had taken control of my balls and I wanted nothing more than to fuck the girl. Nothing else in the world mattered just then, not our age difference, not prison time, not the lifetime of trust her parents had in me. I moved my right hand from her chest and caressed her fluttering stomach as I moved over her body to her legs. I rested my hand on her slender calf just below the knee and squeezed her leg. Again the sparks flaring in her eyes let me know she was okay with my move. She was wearing shorts so her bare skin beckoned my touch. I smoothed my hand slowly from her lower leg, over the knee and up the inside of her firm thigh. I didn't pause there, I continued up until the edge of my hand was pressed against the warm damp crotch of her shorts, she sipped a deeper breath and spread her legs wider giving me unspoken permission to fondle her. When I began to gently rub the tender swell of her pussy through the denim she humped her hips, crushing against my erection. Her breath was beginning to whisper through her partially open mouth. The leg opening of her shorts was loose enough to give me access to her so I pushed two fingers into her pants and rubbed them over the tender, fleshy lips of her pussy. The coarse texture of her pubic hair through the cotton panties drove a spike of ...