The Babysitters Pink Panties Part 2: Crossing the Line - Sex Stories

The Babysitters Pink Panties Part 2: Crossing the Line

... my hand – it might as well have been a live power cable in my grasp. “Go on.” She urged. When I hesitated, staring at the soft cloth electrifying my hand, she drew a scowl and slipped from the chair. I thought I caught the briefest glimpse of a reddish triangle between her legs, but it was hidden quickly as her tee slipped down and she walked on her knees until no more than a foot from me. Still on her knees, she reached out and gently pulled her panties from between my fingers. “Here,” she whispered to me, a prominent tremble in her voice. She lifted them to my face and pressed gently on my nose. Our eyes locked together, hers filled with a curious fire, the pupils wide with a mix of uncertainty and excitement that came with pushing her boundaries. Instinct took over. I broke the gaze as I closed my eyes and breathed her in. My cock throbbed painfully as her pungent aroma swept through me. The smell of her sex had never been stronger. When I opened my eyes, she had that look again, seeking my approval. By now, I was almost drunk on the fresh scent of her wet cunt. “They smell amazing Jenna.” She gasped, looking more relieved, but still giddy, “Does it make you... Erm… aroused.” “Jenna, that’s not something we should talk about. This is getting outta hand.” She said nothing. Instead, she simply cast her gaze downward where the tent pole in my P.J’s gave her the answer she was looking for. She blushed so hard then, sounding like a novice playing her first guitar chord, asked: ...

... “Did I make it do that?” Reluctantly, awkwardly, I nodded. “I’ve never seen one before, not hard, anyway.” Again, that look, and those pretty, little eyes (and now a chancing smile) drawing me deeper in. “Oh, no. No way. Jenna, I’m married. For crying out loud. You need to go to sleep, please.” “This will be our little secret. No one but you, and me, will ever know what happened. If makes it easier, I just want see it - that’s all. I promise” Her hand traced a little cross on her chest as she made her vow. By now my cock was practically prodding to free itself, the last of my resistance was failing. Maybe it was o.k. Maybe if I were truly appreciated Kate would have thought twice about leaving me over-night with this stunning young angel. It felt like stepping into a hot bath. Feeling every inch painfully submerge and realising that the only answer is to accept the inevitable and plunge the rest of the way. Fuck it! Why Not? “Jenna, are you sure? If I do this for you, promise me you will tell no one.” She nodded in response, slowly, nervously, but also sincerely. Nothing left but to hook my thumbs around the waistband. I tugged on my clothing and, still sitting on the bed, felt the intimidating sensation of my exposed skin greeting the cool air. As the waistband briefly rested around my bulge, the curious babysitter inched her head forward, eyes like saucers as they anticipated the first glimpse of my rigid cock. I gave the elastic a sharp pull, the material slid away and my ...