Babysitter's Secret... - Sex Stories

Babysitter's Secret...

... I'd had her watch the kids while I ran out and got some groceries. When I returned, I gently encouraged the kids to go into the basement playroom and plug into their respective screens. Hell could erupt through the street, aliens could invade, Godzilla could start trashing our 'burb, but the kids would be in Fortnite-land, and ne'er would they budge.

Once the kids were secured downstairs, I paid Cat and made my first move. "Hey, uh. If you're not in a rush, could I ask you a favor? It's nothing important, but I could use your help with something. If you have to run though, it's totally cool."

Her face lit up again and she gave me a somewhat naughty smile - at least I think she did. "Of course Mr. Carpenter!" She moved a little closer to me, and I caught a hint of a citrusy perfume. I could feel my cock twitch in my pants. "What do you need?"

Like I said, I'm a big guy, so I really had to think this one out. "Well. I have a leaky faucet upstairs that I need to replace, and I need help turning the valve off." I motioned to my shoulders, "With my size, it's difficult for me to maneuver under that sink. Could you just pop under there and turn it off? I'll give you an extra $20 in danger pay." I laughed.

She cocked her head and narrowed her eyes slightly. The corners of her lips twitched upwards in a smile. "No problem Mr. C. You don't even have to pay me!"

"Alright. C'mon." I wanted to get behind her to look up her skirt - it was a cute pink miniskirt - and look at ...

... her supple, toned legs, but I got in front of her. I could swear I heard her softly whisper, "mm hmm." as I walked ahead of her.

The bathroom was connected to my bedroom. I noticed her scanning the environs as we walked through.

We got to the task at hand. She knelt on a bathmat and started moving things around. I'd purposely hadn't offered a flashlight, so I could get some extra time checking her out. She was wearing a white thong, and I caught a glimpse of it as her skirt rode up on her ass. Still though, I couldn't tell if there was anything else down there.

"Hang on, Mr. Carpenter..." I had also purposely never offered to let her use my first name. It was a huge turn-on for her to call me "MR. Carpenter". Jesus, I'm such a pig!

"Found it." Her body leaned further under the sink. "Whoops!" she exclaimed, and without thinking, I put a hand on her lower back.

"You ok?" I asked. This was a tense moment. This was either the moment, where she would make hasty excuses, back out and ghost me on future babysitting requests, or this would be the ultimate fantasy moment that millions of American men dream of, but only few achieve.

"Yup! Got it!" Her tone sent waves of relief through me. Her voice was light and cheerful, and my hand remained on the small of her back. Still, you never know, so I gently removed it. I didn't want to be an asshole. If anything was going to happen, she could meet me halfway. That's one thing incels and whiners don't get. Less is more. I ...