Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part Four - Sex Stories

Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part Four

... days; Abbie was smart enough to not let her grades drop, but bored enough to skip the classes that didn’t interest her. Bored enough to escape to the nearest bathroom, close the stall door tight, and dream about the Carsons again. Dream about their hands on her body, their voices in her ear. Our perfect little slut. Abbie would finger herself into ecstasy, knees buckling, biting her tongue to keep from moaning out her pleasure. Another loud beep. Julia again. No time for dreaming. Abbie reluctantly drew her hand away from her throbbing pussy, and took several deep breaths. Calculus, hockey practice, dinner with parents. Calculus, hockey practice, dinner with parents. Her lips curled into a wicked smile. Then, babysitting. College and the hockey pitch passed by in a blur; dinner with parents much the same, although Abbie had to stifle giggles when her father told her about how effusively Mr Carson had complimented her child-minding skills. I don’t think Mr Carson has ever seen me anywhere near one of his kids. She had almost dropped her fork when her mother suggested asking the Carsons for a college reference. As cool as Columbia seemed to be, she could hardly imagining them giving her a full scholarship using the ‘Willing and Obedient Slut’ fund. If only. She had smiled, and agreed, and asked her mother to pass the potatoes, and got her father talking about work. And now, in the back of the car on the way home from the restaurant, she was fizzing with excitement. Time to ...

... prepare! First, showering. Abbie carefully chose from her array of shower scents; she wanted something sickly-sweet, kitsch, like candy-floss or popcorn. Something that gave off the air of a little blonde fuckdoll; sweet and creamy and ready to eat. Occasionally the Carsons had requested a specific scent - Mr Carson had asked for strawberries, Mrs Carson, lilac - but Abbie had noticed that the married couple really seemed to let loose the sweeter and more edible she smelled. Fine by me, she thought, smiling as she soaped herself up, holding her breath as she carefully shaved every part of her pussy. Just fine. She turned off the water, reached for the baby oil and let it trickle down her smooth, wet skin. Her nipples stiffened, and as she began to rub the oil into her hips and thighs Abbie had to resist the urge to move down to her clit. Wait for later. Dressing was never a problem; summer was in full force, and someone as well-proportioned as Abbie could get away with wearing the most sinful scraps of clothing. She decided on her old school skirt; tartan and now tiny, it barely skimmed the tops of her thighs. If I bent down, Abbie thought, staring at herself in the mirror, everyone would see my tight little cunt. The thought thrilled her. Combined with a soft, sheer cropped t-shirt that hung from her taut nipples in two teasing points, the skirt looked even sluttier. Digging through her underwear drawer, Abbie found a pair of long white socks to slip on. Now that’s perfect. ...