She'd been half-asleep watching TV on the couch. With that, he started the car and drove off. Stop being a weird old man fantasizing about the babysitter. Mike sat in the car and looked at himself hard in the mirror. He found himself picturing his hand moving slowly up her leg until it disappeared just underneath her skirt. As he made his way to the car, he realized he was thinking intently about her legs. She'd babysat for them before, and Mike thanked her one time before heading out the door. She shook the thoughts off and returned the compliment. She hadn't ever noticed how big his arms were, or how piercing his gaze was. His usually shaggy hair and unkempt beard had been groomed, and wearing a tight-shirt and slacks showed that his body was actually well defined. Maddie, however, was taken aback by how cleaned up Mike was. The white blouse she was wearing was tight, and he was thankful the two buttons on top were buttoned because he wasn't sure he had the strength to not stare if they weren't. Her black skirt was rather short, sitting just a couple inches above the knee. He was taken aback by how.casual her attire was. When Maddie came to his door later, both she and Mike were momentarily surprised. Mike made his way right into the shower and kept the water freezing. The small trickle of sweat right about her cleavage, trailing down her breasts. He found himself picturing her ass in that thong. As he walked home he realized he was semi-erect. Mike shot his eyes back to hers and somehow stumbled through the small-talk of saying hello to the cat and then endlessly thanking Maddie for agreeing to babysit. He saw every bit of her ass, and god help him, he could not look away.įinally, she wrangled the cat and turned around. Not only was her bubble butt being presented right to him, but he could also see the bright pink lacy thong she was wearing. As Maddie was bent over at the waist struggling to pick up her squirmy cat, the stretched material of her yoga pants was being lit up by the sun and had turned completely see-through. She turned and bent over to grab him, and Mike found himself in an awkward position. I'd rather have something to do so I'm not all alone at night."īefore Mike could thank her, Maddie's smile grew even more luminous. "My boyfriend is working late, and won't be home till around midnight. It was not the answer he thought he would receive. It was embarrassing and he wasn't going to judge her at all when she said no. He needed a sitter on a Saturday night so he could go get drunk with other 40-year olds. He explained the situation to her, realizing how silly it all sounded only as it was coming from his mouth. Nonetheless, though, she was gorgeous.Ĭurrently, she was in a gray t-shirt and yoga pants, with the front of her shirt being loose enough for him to see the budding outline of her breasts, but he kept his gaze professional. He had a wife and a kid, and he wasn't the kind of guy to be thirsting after the youthful girl-next-door. She had just turned 22, and he was nearing 46. Discreetly and carefully, almost accidentally. Mike certainly noticed this, but only in the way you'd notice the sun. Her smile was large and beaming enough to light up any room. Her skin was pale, milky almost, which made her green eyes and blonde hair seem even more vibrant. Her stomach was tight, with plump-looking breasts on her chest. She had long legs attached to wide hips and an incredibly round, buoyant rear end. He stepped outside into the hot day and made his way to his neighbors, knocking on their door.Ī moment later, Maddie Porter was standing before him. Mike sighed and decided to ask the one person he knew, knowing what the answer was probably going to be. Still, he needed a babysitter in the next 4 hours. He loved his daughter more than anything, but he needed a break. Now, though, those plans were in jeopardy. The idea hadn't been to get wasted or anything, he was too old for that, but spending a night with guys he barely had time to see anymore was something he'd been looking forward to. His wife was visiting family and he was stuck with their 5-year-old, but he'd had plans to stop by his friend's bachelor party. He ran his hand through his beard, trying to figure out the right move here. He was sweating and cursing under his breath. The temperature was humid, the air thick, and the sun bright, which only made Mike's mood worse.
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