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My wife is a wonderful woman. She has a Masters
Degree in Child Psychology, an excellent job, does volunteer counseling
and is flat out gorgeous to boot. If all of that's not enough, she's also
an excellent mother to our two children. Oh, I'm sure Jane and Bob
sometimes thinks she's a bit strict about certain things. But she really
has their best interest in mind.
Take their television viewing, for instance. She doesn't want them
spending too much time in front of tube and she generally monitors what
they're watching. She even had me insert a spy cam in the TV room so that
we can make sure the babysitters aren't just plunking the kids in front of
the set when they're supposed to be doing other things. I'm in charge of
checking the disks. My wife doesn't get along with computers. Usually I
check the disk the day after the babysitting session. This last disk,
though, sat a bit longer. I was up against a few deadlines and let it
slip. Little did I know what I was missing, but I know now.
Cathleen had been babysitting for us, off and on, since she was in high
school. It was hard to believe she was now going to the local community
college. We'd watch her grow up and, believe me; she was growing up just
fine. When she was younger, her strawberry blonde hair and freckles gave
her a tomboy look. She was now developing into quite a seductive young
woman. Her lemon-sized tits had a lovely uplift, her cute little-boy butt
had a tantalizing roundness that highlighted her tight, flat belly. I'm
sure she was driving the college boys crazy. Heck, when she showed up in
the pink tee shirt and tight white shorts to baby-sit, my groin was
certainly impressed.
I'd been up late working on a presentation when I remembered that I hadn't
reviewed the disk. After I finished my work, I slipped the disk into my
laptop and fired up the player. Cathleen had let the kids watch the
Discovery Channel for an hour. The kids were on the couch, actually
behaving themselves. Cathleen was sitting in my leather rocker-recliner.
At the end of the hour she shut off the set and walked out of the room
with the kids. All seemed well with the world. Since the camera was motion
activated, I was then entertained with a few flashes of Cathleen's
fabulous bare legs as she went in and out of the room. The timer showed
22:30, the kids were asleep. I was just about to stop the viewer when I
saw Cathleen return to the room. She had videotape in her hand. I watched
her lovely tits bob as she put the tape in the VCR. I seemed to remember
that she was wearing a bra when she showed up to baby-sit. It didn't look
like she was wearing one now.
She sat down on my recliner. I'd purchased that chair shortly after my
back started giving me trouble. It had a built-in vibration mode and
obviously Cathleen had discovered it because I saw her hand slide down to
the switch. She sat back deep in the chair but didn't recline. I
remembered that the vibrations were much stronger on your butt and crotch
if were sitting. It looked like she was unbuttoning her shorts. I selected
the view of her in the chair and magnified it. Sure enough, she'd
unbuttoned and unzipped her tight white shorts. My eyes widened when she
slid her right hand into her panties.
She sat watching the tube and almost idly playing with her pussy. Her
fingers were slowly sliding up and down inside her shorts. I tried
selecting just her shorts and magnifying the view of her crotch but it was
the resolution wasn't good enough; I could see motion but not detail. I
went back to the full body view and was glad I had. She'd moved her left
hand under her tee shirt and was clutching her firm right boob. The
fingers of her right hand were still working between her legs and, I don't
know whether from the tape she was watching or the sensations building
inside her, but they seemed to be going about their job a bit more
enthusiastically. Then she started rocking.
I'd bought the rocker recliner because my doctor told me that it might
help my back. He didn't say anything about it making my prick hard but
watching Cathleen rocking in the chair while she rubbed her pussy and tit
was certainly doing the job. I pulled my dick free as I saw her mouth
open. I risked a little volume and heard her moaning to the type of bad
jazz they have in porno movies. I turned the volume down a few notches. I
didn't want to wake my wife. I didn't want to miss this show. It was
getting good. Cathleen's shapely legs were stretched straight out. Her
rocking had intensified; she was pressing her hand against her pussy and
rocking against it. I couldn't tell whether she had any fingers inside her
but from the way her face was contorted in sexual passion, I imagined that
she did. Her mouth was slack and she was moaning louder, rocking harder,
and tweaking a nipple underneath her pink shirt.
She was pumping her pussy pretty good, her sleek body writhing as she
rocked. Her hips were jerking, the chair was rocking even faster, she
brought her left hand down between her legs and rubbed them on the outside
of her shorts as the right continued to plunge deeper and faster within
her panties. She just about pushed her shorts into the crack of her ass
when she arched off the chair, legs straight out, groaning with ecstasy,
spasming again and again against her hands until she finally sprawled on
the chair in erotic exhaustion. I came into a wad of Kleenex watching her
beautiful body spread in a post orgasmic glow.
After a few minutes she adjusted her panties, zipped up her shorts and
stood up. Oh, my goodness, that girl had a fine ass! When she bent over to
retrieve her videotape I was also reminded that she had incredible tits.
Her nipples were still hard against the pink fabric of her shirt. A few
minutes after she left the room, I sat in front of the monitor hoping she
was going to come back. Sad to say, that was the last scene on the disk.
It had been plenty. I slipped the disk into an inner pocket of my laptop
case. I knew I was going to want to dance to the babysitter rock again. |
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