Too Old for a Babysitter

If I ‘get you off,’ please take a few moments to tell me about it in the comments.

This is a work of fiction and an original story by Inhales Deeply.

** Please, Like, Comment & Follow, Also please let me know in the comments below if you have thoughts and ideas on what direction you’d like the next chapters to take **

Babysitter – I’m too old for a babysitter.

Chapter 1. She Arrives

At 18 I was old enough not to need a babysitter but I also appreciated that I could not be trusted to be left in the house on my own for an entire weekend. That’s what my folks had told me. If I was totally honest with myself, I was that keen to be home alone as they were actually going away from Thursday morning through until Monday night. The real reason I wasn’t being left alone was because my parents knew that I’d have all my mates over and we’d have a massive party and that we would probably burn the house down.

So instead, my mum had arranged for her friend’s daughter, Carly, to come over and just keep an eye on me, or more importantly, the house, for the weekend.

It was pretty fucking embarrassing as Carly was only 21 years old which meant that we had actually been in high school at the same time and even though she was older than me I’d always known who she was; mainly because she had been one of the hottest girls at the school. Everyone knew who Carly Laine was.

I’d had a huge crush on Carly, as did all the boys, and I’d assumed that she didn’t really know who I was, being as I was a few years younger than her. I knew that my Mum and her Mum knew each other but not well enough that our two families would mix or socialise together.

My folks left for their weekend trip to the coast on Thursday morning and told me that Carly would be over later that evening.

I spent the afternoon playing on my Playstation and watching internet porn, which is how I spent almost every moment when I was alone.

I’d just finished stoking one out to a very hot video about a babysitter that wanted to be paid more money by the family she was working for, so she’d seduced the dad and was now blackmailing him. I was just getting my breath back after cumming into a tissue when I heard a tap on the front door. I straighten myself up and attempted to pin down my still half-hard cock inside my shorts.

As I opened the door I was surprised to see Carly on the doorstep. Initially, she didn’t even look up from her phone. I offered a week ‘Oh, hi. You alright?’ I did not want to sound eager or excited to see her (although secretly I was).

She looked up and greeted me with a big smile but bounced straight past me into the house without saying a word or in fact, actually being invited.

She kicked off her flip-flops as she moved and swung the big bag she had with her over her shoulder onto the floor. Before I said anything she turned back around to face me and then almost jumping into my arms wrapped her arms around me and hugged. She also kissed me firmly on the cheek, and said “hi”, its as if we were old friends. I instinctively pulled my hips backward not wanting her to feel my hard-on in my undershorts.

She was hugging me hard and enthusiastically continued ‘Sooooo Little Danny, how are you?’ Without waiting for my answer, she released me from her grip. I was still a little in shock as I watched her swooped down and pick up her bag again. Again, without being invited she made straight for the stairs.

I followed quickly after her, attempting to stammer a “hello, yeah I’m cool thanks. You? Oh and no one calls me Little Danny anymore by the way.” I’m not even sure how she knew that my family called me, Little Danny’. I fucking hated it.

She clearly didn’t care and wasn’t listening as she bounded up the stairs with her heavy pack. I continued saying “I hadn’t actually been expecting you till later this evening”.

Her long curly blonde hair bounced off her shoulders as she skipped up the staircase and I couldn’t help but stare at her toned bronzed legs and her amazingly tight, high arse in her high-cut denim shorts.

As she reached the top of the stairs she called out, assuming that I was still downstairs, rather than right behind her, “Which room am I in then?”

Again, she wasn’t waiting for an answer and was moving so quickly. She turned into the first door before I had a chance to reply. It was my room and I froze in panic as my laptop would still be open and paused on the image of the dad in the video busting his load over of cum into the babysitter’s face’.

I froze on the spot as she disappeared through my bedroom door into my room. I was waiting for a scream or an ‘oh my god’ but after a few seconds, she reappeared.

Carly had realised that this was not ‘her room’ and turned on her heels. We now face to face and she smiled at me. “This smells like it might be your room, it has a distinct smell of Boy” she laughed and pushed past me.

I stepped forward and glanced into my bedroom, I swallowed hard with relief as I saw that the screen had gone to sleep and was blank. A narrow fucking escape!

She bounced down the hall and into the next open door, which by chance, was in fact the spare room and where she was due to stay. “Oh here we are” she chirped as she swung her bag onto the bed.

She turned around and again I was right behind her. I blushed and felt blood flood my face. I was instantly aware that I was just following her around.

She beamed a huge, blue-eyed and white teethed smiled at me and asked playfully, ‘and, why are you following me?” I answered painfully with a dumb-faced “ermmmmmmmm”. Again, she wasn’t really looking for an answer from me and instead skillfully manoeuvred me backward towards the door whilst saying “ok, I think I’m ok now and I’m going to grab a quick shower as its so fucking hot and I’m sweating from carrying that bag. I’ll see ya later”. She motioned me backward again and I obediently stepped back which meant that I was now back in the hallway. She smiled a final time and slammed the door firmly in my stupid, red, confused face.

I turned and walked into my bedroom. I slammed my laptop lip closed flopped onto my bed.

She was so fucking hot and I felt like such a loser. I knew I was going to struggle with her in the house.

After a few moments I managed to pick myself up off my bed and I opened my bedroom door. I looked across the hall and her bedroom door was still closed.

I could feel the blood already moving towards my cock, just at the thought of her being in my house, the thought of her was quite literally swelling in my shorts. I glanced down with embarrassment at the tent that was quickly developing.

The thought struck me fast. I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t do this again. Not after last time. Not after Aunt Claire. Not after my Mum had almost caught me. I was too old to get aware with an excuse of ‘curious adolescent’ or ‘just part of growing up’. I was 18 now. I am an adult. But as much as one side of my brain was arguing for me ‘not too’, the other side was already made up. I just couldn’t fucking help myself. I couldn’t stop myself.

In an instant, I was on the move. I darted across the hallway and down the stairs in a single movement. My ears were straining hard listening for her bedroom door to open and her to move across the hallway and into the bathroom. It remained silent. I had time.

I reached the front door and skidded to a halt. I scoped up Carly’s flip-flops which she’d kicked off as she’d entered the house only a few minutes ago. I pulled the rubber to my nose and drew in a long and deep sniff from where her foot had been. I could smell the musky sweat of her feet and I closed my eyes thinking about her pretty suntanned toes with their bright pink nail polish.

I inhaled deeply and allowed my mind to paint pictures of her feet against my face and her toes in my mouth. My cock was hard now and I enjoyed the images in my head.

In and out slowly and deep. In through my nose and slowly out through my mouth. They were well worn and had little dips where Carlys heals and the balls of her feet had permanently compressed the rubber. Unlike trainers which over time would become smelly as the sweat stagnates flip-flops allow lots of air circulation and as such the only odour was the slightly musty yet girly perfume of Carlys feet. I opened my mouth and licked the toe-thong to taste her but to my disappointment, it just tasted of rubber.

My fantasy was broken as I heard her bedroom door open and then close again and I heard Carly’s feet padding on the carpet as she moved across the landing toward the bathroom. I heard the bathroom door open and before I heard it click shut again I knew what I was going to do. I placed the shoes back exactly where I’d found them. I saw that the left flip-flop was wet from my tongue where I’d allowed my tongue to flick along it, tasting it, as I’d enjoyed her feet aroma. I rubbed it quickly with my thumb to remove the wetness. I placed them carefully back where I’d found them.

I moved quickly and silently through to the back of the house. I pushed through the kitchen door and out into the garden. As quickly as I could I shot round the side of the house and vaulted up onto the bike store. I’d made this covert journey many times before over the years and I could move quickly and silently. From the bike store, I could swing my knee up and then pull myself onto the side porch using the trellis like a ladder. Once I was on the porch roof (which wrapped all the way around the house) I could move to the backside of the house. Technically, I could slip out of my own bedroom window and move round to the same place but this sneaky route meant that at no point could I be seen by anyone walking of driving past.

My heart was beating fast. I could feel it in my face. I could hear it in my ears. I was trembling all over in anticipation.

I moved further along and towards the bathroom window. I could lay on my side and lift my head to look in. The large sash window was open about 3 inches from the bottom. It stayed open day and night this time of year. It was the perfect gap.

I positioned myself as I had done many times before. I’d used this vantage point to watch my Mom, both of sisters, both of my Aunts, (even Aunt Sarah who was fat and ugly but had the biggest tits I’d ever seen and I couldn’t help but watch her) and numerous house guests including many of my sisters friends. Over the years I had watched some very strange and exciting things for my secret spying position. In fact, too many to list but some of the highlights had definitely been watching, on operate occasions, both of my sisters and my Mom masturbate on the bathroom floor. I’d watched my Aunt shave her pussy and I’d watch my eldest sisters friend, Michelle, putting all of my families toothbrushes in her pussy; even my sisters, (her friend who’s house she was sleeping over at) and mine, and even my Mom and my Dads. To this day I didn’t understand why she’d done it or what satisfaction she got from inserting five toothbrush heads into her pussy, but I was very happy to have watched her doing it.

I assumed my usual position at the bathroom window which was meant laying down on my side with my arm propping me up so that I could easily lift my head up and down and see into the bathroom.

As I eased myself into position I heard the toilet flush and I watched her bare feet pad across the floor. I lifted my head slightly and saw Carly standing in front of the shower cubical with her back to me. She was wearing only a towel.

I could see that she had her mobile phone in her hand and she opened the door and reached in to turn on the water. Once it was running she closed it again, leaving it to warm up. I could not see what she was doing but I assume that she was reading or sending a text on her phone. After a few moments, I watched her raise her elbows slightly which allowed her towel to fall away and drop to around her feet.

My heart was banging so loudly that I thought she would turn around. My eyes were burning into her figure, drinking in every bit of it. Committing it too memory. I wanted this image stored in my mind. Her sun-tanned back and bronzed skin was perfect. No tan lines. She obviously had somewhere to sunbathe where she could lay naked. Her pert, high arse-cheeks were the same golden-brown as her legs and back. My eyes burned into her ass and as if she were responding to my thoughts she bent forwards to gently place her phone on the floor. She opened her feet slightly but kept her knees straight and bent only from her waist. As she bent over her ass cheeks parted like a rose-blossom opening in the sunshine. Less than six feet from my eyes, I watched her pink bud asshole open slightly and just underneath her puffy little pussy lips opened to my view. My cock throbbed and jerked in my shorts and I longed to suck her genitals into my mouth.

As she stood again she opened the door to the shower and she stepped in and disappeared behind the smoked glass.

It was a regular frustration to me that once my ‘muse’ was actually in our shower cubical, I could not see them at all. A combination of the smoked glass and the steam from the shower meant that my view was totally distorted. In the past, this had frustrated me but having played this game so many times over the years I knew what to do.

I had in the past laid on the porch roof frustrated at the fact that I could not see the contents of the shower cubicle, but I knew what I was going to do now. Therefore, once again, I was on the move.

I quietly lifted myself up and moved further still along the porch roof and round the corner to the next window. This was the window of the bedroom that Carly was staying in. The window was wide open and the long sheer white curtains were blowing softly in the breeze. I hopped through and into her room landing softly on the carpet next to the bed which still had her bag on it. The bag was now open with a wash-bag on top. The wash bag was also open and inside was the usual assortment of girly necessities such as makeup, brushes, cotton pads and the like.

At first, I couldn’t see what I was looking for. The room was untouched except for the open bag on the bed. I knew that her shoes were downstairs and it had appeared that she’d gone from the bedroom to the bathroom with only the towel around her. So therefore her clothes that she’d removed must be in here somewhere. As my eyes scoured the room, my ears played radar to the running water from the bathroom (to warn me to move if it stopped), my brain slowly connected the dots that maybe Carly had worn her clothes from the bedroom to the bathroom and carried the towel, undressing before I had reached my vantage point. FUCK.

I was about to give up when I struck gold. I noticed something down the other side of the bed, which had originally been hidden to my view, I spotted the white material of what might just be, Carly’s vest top. I moved quickly around the bed and ‘eureka’, it was her top.

Having played this game, many times before, I took a long moment to take a mental picture of exactly how the material had creased and folded onto the floor so that I could place it back with minimal disturbance. The art of this transgression was to not arouse suspicion. Getting caught was not an option.

Once I was happy that I knew how to place it back down, I lifted the vest up and arranged it so that I could hold it by the two shoulder straps and allow it to hang in its correct shape. The material was clammy and warm and I remembered Carlys comments about being hot and sweaty from carrying her heavy bag.

I drew the fabric to my face and inhaled deeply through my nose ready to enjoy and savour Carlys scent, but I was instantly shocked and instinctively pulled back as the smell from the vest was pungent. It had a clear and definite smell of body odour. It was strong and sharp. I wasn’t even smelling the armpit. I had only pressed the front of the shirt to my face. My nose had touch where Carlys chest had been. Nonetheless, I imagined her sweating tits. My mind raced with images of little beads of sweat collecting and running down between her small firm boobs. I couldn’t help myself and had to take a second whiff. I manoeuvred the shirt slightly so that I could smell the part of the shirt that would have been under her armpit and again I drew in scent. Wow. It was even stronger. Full and musky but very different to my own smell after I’d been running. It was more high-pitched than my own musk. It had almost a sweetness to it. Maybe even a kind of girliness; a less aggressive scent than a man might produce. I took a few moments to inhale the powerful mustiness again and again whilst conjuring the images of her I’d just witnessed in the bathroom along with her smelly shirt.

When I was ready, I moved to the window again and strained my ear to hear that that water was still running. It was. In fact, I could hear Carly singing an inaudible yet rhythmic tune as she showered. Felling a level of safety, I moved back to the side of the bed for the ‘main prize’. Again, I didn’t want to cause disturbance (or create suspicion that I had been there, so) I took a mental picture again and then reached down and was able to carefully remove, without disturbing the way the shorts were laid, Carlys underwear which she’d clearly removed along with the shorts as they were still wrapped up within them.

I was shaking with anticipation and again I could feel my pulse in my face. My hands were trembling slightly.

As I had done with the vest, I gentle unfolded the red thong so that I held the two sides of the waistband and so they hung in their natural shape in front of my eyes. I was now holding in my hands the bright red, lace thong underwear of Carly Laine. The same Carly that every boy in school had, had a crush on.

I was struck by how small they were. She obviously had tiny little waist.

Just like the vest, the underwear was damp from the heat of the day and from Carlys body sweat. I moved them in my hands, folding the gusset open and could see a white, smudgy, residue from where Carlys hot and sweaty pussy had nestled only a few minutes ago. There was also a significant damp patch which had made the gussets of her panties much darker. I imaged a combination of sweat, natural vaginal fluids and little leaks of urine that had caused the wetness. I raised the fabric to my nose and pressed the creamy residue to my nostrils. I inhaled deeply and slowly savouring the smell of her. It was strong and fragrant. A salty, tangy and slightly sour smell. I licked it deeply and used the whole of my tongue to remove as much of her pussy discharge into my mouth as possible. The tase was wonderful. It was tangy, with a zesty sharpness. It had a slight heat, almost like a spiciness that felt although it sizzled on my tongue. Finally, I sucked the fabric drawing the wetness into my mouth. The gusset of her panties were so wet that I could actual suck tiny amounts of liquid from them into my mouth which had a tart urine taste and smell. I rolled the wetness around in my mouth. It was wonderful.

I stood for a moment allowing the flavour of her pussy to fill my nose and mouth before I was ready for the main course. I knew what I was building too and had on many occasions savoured this last moment until the end. Both of my sisters had on many occasions had friends stay at the house and I was well practiced at playing my dirty game. I would usually feel guilty and dirty afterward but in the heat of this moment, I knew my desired prize.

In preparation, I moved back to the window again and listened for the shower water and I was pleased to hear it still falling and Carly still singing happily to herself.

I stepped away from the window with Carlys red thong still in my hands. I prepared myself slightly for this last treat knowing that the shower could stop at any moment. I moved the fabric around again so that the very thinnest part of the gusset and the little bit where it turns to a string was folded open to me. I lifted them again to my nose and inhaled deeply. I was not disappointed at the musty and pheromones aroma. My brain was awash with so many bright colours spiking and spinning as I delighted in the fragrance of Carly’s anal gland bouquet. In my mind I could picture her little brown starfish hole and I fantasised about my tongue dancing in and around her back opening. My nostrils were full of the scent of her arsehole and without thinking I rubbed my stiff dick through my shorts with my spare hand and felt it leaking slightly when I was so aroused.