Steve Golden
Open wide babysitter

CHAPTER ONE

Patsy Cole strode up the driveway with her schoolbooks under her arm. She was wearing white knee socks and a very short navy blue skirt, and her slender thighs rippled in the sunlight. Her white blouse was stretched taut over the bulging mounds of her tits, and as she moved the crisp fabric was pulled this way and that. Her bright blonde hair, fluffed prettily around her face, looked almost white in the sunshine.

From the house next door Al Warren watched her, shifting nervously at his desk. His hand crept down into his crotch and he adjusted his cock to the left. His prick had begun to swell suddenly and was uncomfortable in his shorts. He gazed out the window as the lovely teenager came closer. His heart began to race.

She had dropped one of her books, and was twisting to one side and bending down to retrieve it. He watched the brief flap of her blue skirt ride higher and higher on her golden thigh. And he gulped as a slice of white lacy panty came into view. He could see one taut ass cheek packed into the flimsy panties, and then the crack of her ass as well as she turned even more to one side. His cock began to throb.

Patsy got hold of her book, straightened up, and began striding up the drive to her house. But suddenly she caught sight of him through the window and her face lit up in a big smile. She waved and her tits began to wobble beautifully. He groaned out loud, but tried his best to return her smile. He stood up and damn near crippled himself as his growing cock bumped against the edge of the desk.

"Hi Mr. Warren! I'll be over around seven. That okay?" she chirped.

She had stopped at the top of the driveway and was staring in through the window at him. Her books were cradled in front of her now and they supported her lush tits.

"Nnnnn… okay… nnnnn…" he mumbled, hoping she couldn't see the huge bulge in his pants from where she was.

Patsy would be babysitting for them that night for the third time, and the thought of her striding round his house made his balls ache. Why couldn't they have stuck with their old babysitter, ugly Maureen? Patsy was just too much of a temptation.

"I can't hear you. I'll come around," she said.

And before he could say no she had disappeared and was making her way around the house to the back door.

He made a move to go meet her but at the last second he stared down at the bulge in his pants and stopped. There was no one in the house but him. Nancy and the baby wouldn't be home for at least two hours. He would be alone in the house with gorgeous young Patsy. How would he ever control himself? He'd been lusting after her for weeks, ever since they'd moved in her. And since she'd started babysitting for them it had gotten worse.

"So here's where you're hiding! You sure like this old den of yours, don't you?" Patsy chirped.

She stood in the doorway and beamed at him. She damn near glowed with freshness and health.

"Nnnnnn… I sure do. It's where I came for peace and quiet."

Or for jerking off over the girl next door, he thought. He sat down quickly at his desk and tried to hide the bulge of his hard-on. His cock just wouldn't stop growing. And the young girl sexiness of her filling the small room didn't help any.

"Am I disturbing you?" she asked coyly, glancing at him.

Patsy stepped into the room and began moving around, examining the books in his skivvies. Her slender brown thighs flexed below the ridiculously short blue skirt.

"Nnnnn… not at all…" he mumbled, watching her every move.

He couldn't take his eyes off her golden thighs, her lush young tits. She was wearing a bra, but he could still see the bumps of two stiff nipples through her blouse.

"I just wanted to check about tonight. Is seven o' clock okay?" she went on.

She came over to the desk and stood right next to him, staring down at the clutter of papers there. He could feel the lush sexy girlishness of her.

"That's fine. Fine. That's fine, I'm sure," Warren muttered.

It was strange, but he felt like a foolish young boy next to Patsy. He was a married man, a father, a successful man of the world, and yet next to this gorgeous young girl he was helpless. He felt that if he moved he would do something crazy. He kept very still and tried not to think about raping her on the spot.

She was leaning down, examining something on his desk, and he watched her lush tits sway forward and strain against the sheer fabric of her white blouse. For the first time he glanced at her face, to see if she was aware of what she was doing to him. But he couldn't tell. He studied her pretty, turned-up nose, her full, pouty red lips. He watched her innocent blue eye as she stared at something on the desk.

"Mr. Warren! What's this?" she beamed suddenly.

And from beneath the sheets of paper she'd been looking at she drew a glossy magazine. She began flipping through the pages, her eyes widening as she went.

"Oh God!" he groaned.

He reached for the magazine, standing up as she stepped out of his range. Again his cock bumped the edge of the desk and he sat back down quickly. The bulge in his pants was enormous now and she would notice it for sure if he moved toward her.

"It's a dirty magazine! With pictures of girls with no clothes on!" she yelped. "Mr. Warren, I'm surprised at you!"

She stood to one side and flipped through the pages of the magazine, pausing once in a while to examine something more closely. There was a strange half-smile on her pretty mouth and her eyes widened from time to time.

Warren sat there helplessly, his cock throbbing. He stared at her golden thighs, her short, short, skirt. He wished he could see those white panties again.

She looked at him suddenly over the magazine. "Do you find these girls sexy? Does it get you excited to look at them?"

He tried to look stern. "You'd better put that back where you found it, young lady. That's my personal property and you have no business seeing it."

"I'm serious," she went on. "I'm really interested. Do you find these naked girls exciting?"

She came back to the desk and stood beside him, the magazine closed in her hands. Her eyes were very big and innocent and she seemed really curious. He tried to think of something to say, something fatherly and sensible. But again he felt helpless. All he could think of were her golden legs and her big bouncing tits. It took a great deal of effort not to reach out and grab her.

"How about me?" she went on. "Do you find me sexy? Do I get you excited?" She tossed the magazine back onto the desk.

Warren heard himself groan out loud. This was too much, it really was. It was like some kind of weird torture, just being in the same room with her. And now on top of everything to have her ask him questions like this. He forced himself not to look at her. He reached for the magazine, stuffed it back out of sight beneath a sheath of papers.

"I can't answer that," he muttered at last. "I haven't seen enough of you. I haven't…"

"What would you like to see? Would you like to see more of my legs? Should I lift up my skirt?"

To Warren's amazement she stepped back, gripped her skirt with her hands, and began lifting it slowly but steadily. She kept her eyes on him the whole time, judging his reaction. Soon her brown thighs were visible right to the crotch, and the triangle of sheer white panty inched into view. He sat there frozen, unable to take his eyes off her.

Patsy had the most beautiful set of legs he'd ever seen. They were slender and brown and perfectly shaped, the calves and thighs delicately curved. And there was a gap of an inch or so between her thighs at the top, where her panties covered her. His cock flexed against his thigh and he shifted again in his chair to get more comfortable.

"Do you want to see my panties? Should I lift higher?" she cooed.

And without waiting for an answer she went on raising her skirt, exposing herself for him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Her panties were no more than a brief white triangle across her crotch. Two lacy elastic strings looped over her hips, holding the triangle up. The material was pure white and it contrasted nicely with the golden brown of her thighs and belly. For now she was lifting her skirt so high he could see this too. Her sexy navel winked at him prettily from her flat golden belly.

"Well? Do you think I'm sexy? Are you getting excited?" she purred, watching him closely, as if she was truly unsure of herself.

"Sweet Christ," he muttered.

Suddenly something snapped in him and he dropped to his knees on the floor. His hands snaked up behind her thighs. He gripped her springy young ass cheeks and began mauling them with his fingers. Then his mouth sank down onto the white triangle of her panties and he was licking and slobbering, kissing her crotch through the flimsy material.

"Mr. Warren! I guess this means yes!" she cooed, trying her best to keep her balance as he licked her.

Patsy was shocked. She was surprised. But his mouth on her pussy was pleasant, and she gripped his head and ran her fingers through his hair.

She wanted to laugh. The situation struck her as comical for some reason. But then the more he licked at her the more she liked it, and pretty soon her stifled giggles had turned to little gasps and hisses of pleasure. It might seem a bit silly having a guy old enough to be her father kissing her through her panties, but if it felt this nice, who was she to argue?

"Mr. Warren… ohhhh…!" she gasped.

He clawed at her tight little ass cheeks with his fingers and drew her forward onto his mouth. He planted his lips harshly against the flimsy fabric of her pants and sucked at her cuntlips. He could feel the tight little curls of her pussy hair weighed down by the wet from his mouth. And the ridges of her pussy crack stood out in relief now, so that when he moved his head back briefly he could see them clearly.

"What a cunt! What a sweet, gorgeous little cunt!" he gasped.

He mashed his face back between her legs and licked and sucked at her crotch some more. His fingers dug deep into the tight flesh of her ass.

"Mr. Warren!" Patsy giggled nervously.

Her ears were ringing at the sound of the word cunt. It was the first time she'd ever heard an adult say it and somehow it sounded different, more shocking.

Weird little flashes of pleasure were shooting up from between her legs, and her knees bent and buckled. She lowered herself in a kind of half-squat, giving him more room to suck her. And her fingers clawed through his hair roughly. She held her skirt up over her golden belly with one hand. Her hips began to slide back and forth in a gentle humping motion.

"Sweet fucking cunt! So sweet! So sweet!" Warren growled, pulling his mouth off her again. He was gripping her hard suddenly, twisting her around so that her ass rested on the edge of the desk. Then he heaved her up, forced I er back on her elbows on the desk top. He raised her legs, split them wide apart, stared down at the soggy crotch of her panties.

Her crotch was as good as naked. Her sheer panties were plastered flat and wet against her cuntlips and he could see the split little mouth clearly. He seemed to stop and think for a second or two. Then he dipped his head again and began licking and sucking her all over again. The fact that her pussy was covered added to his excitement in a weird way. He just loved white lacy panties.

"Mr. Warren… oooooh…!" Patsy whimpered, writhing about on the top of the desk.

She propped herself up on her elbows and stared down between her hooked-up legs. It felt so strange and nice, having him lick her pussy like this.

His fingers ran up and down her brown thighs and he squeezed the firm, perfect girl-flesh. He lapped and slobbered at her crotch, sucking and kissing her cunt through her flimsy panty material. He wondered vaguely if he'd ever feel this good again. After sucking sweet teenaged cunt through flimsy panties, what was left? Would sex with his wife ever be the same again?

His head reared back suddenly and he was staring into her face over her rumpled blue skirt and crisp white blouse. His mouth and chin were wet and glistening and his hair was a mess. He was breathing heavily, like an old man. And there was a wild light in his eyes.

"I want to pull your panties down… okay…?" he gasped, his voice thick and desperate.

Patsy wondered why he was bothering to ask. But then she realized that this whole wild session might be more exciting for him if he knew she wanted it as much as he did. She glared down at him between her hooked-up legs and then glanced at the wet and soiled crotch of her panties. It was a serious question after all. Once her panties were removed, there was no telling what might happen.

"Yes… pull down my panties. I want you to," she purred. "I'll let you do what you want. Pull them down. Pull them off me. Your mouth feels so nice. It makes me feel so good. Pull down my panties… yes!"