“Tess!” She looked up and grinned. She bound toward me and my cock sprang to attention. She was a little bunny with huge tits and huge blue eyes. There was something doll-like about her face. I wanted to dominate her. I wanted to make her my pet. I wanted to spank her and force her to take my thick, 9-inch cock in her tiny little pussy.
The guilt came over me just as fast as the lust did. Things were just starting to get good between me and Shelley.
“Hey, Mr. Wilson! How are you?”
“I’m good, Tess, how are you doing?”
“Good! Just trying to keep in shape during the off season.”
We talked for a while longer. She was a soccer player, I was right. While we were chatting, she kept sucking on her water bottle and looking into my eyes. Luckily my hardening cock was hidden behind the front of the treadmill. I was too afraid to look but I thought I could see her nipples hardening under her sports bra. I had to get out of there. But the need to keep my cock hidden kept me stuck.
“So when are you gonna need me?” she asked, spinning a little and wrapping those big full lips around her water bottle.
“What!” I gasped.
“As a babysitter.” She laughed. She knew how hot she was. She was driving me crazy.
“Of course. Well. Um. I think Shelley and I might be going to our cabin in a few weeks and leaving the kids at home for a weekend. Would you be okay with staying over night?”
“I think so! I’ll have to ask my daddy…” She winked. It was quick. But I swear she winked.
**
When we went away to the cabin for the weekend, Shelley and I had fun. Tess was happy to stay with the kids and the kids were so excited she was coming back. I was so nervous about seeing her but it was all fine. That is, until a few days after I got back. I was looking through the top drawer of my desk when I saw something unusual. It was a little jump drive, the kind you save Excel Spreadsheets on and trade with your co-workers. This one was pink. It had little hearts drawn on it in white-out. My daughters were too young to have stuff like this. It had to be…
Tess. Pictures of her. In a bikini, which barely held in her huge chest. Tiny triangles covered her hard nipples and the rest of her enormous tits were exposed. Tess in a white t-shirt that was cropped so high I could see half the bottom of her tits. Tess in that white t-shirt, covered in water so I could see her thick nipples poking through the material. Tess in the bathtub, with bubbles over her nipples. Tess in pigtails sucking on a lollipop. There were pictures of her totally naked, squeezing her tits together and smiling. Pictures of her holding her tits out with her hands, like she was presenting them to me. In the last picture, she was laying on a bed, her tits mashed against the sheets and her smooth ass up in the air. I could see her high heels behind her. I heard Shelley coming up the stairs and I slammed the computer shut, zipping my pants up quick and buckling my belt.
The next few weeks were a mess. My cock got hard as a hammer every time I remembered those pictures. How the fuck did she have those? Who took those? Who the fuck is babysitting my kids? I couldn’t believe this little nympho. My kids loved her. They kept begging for her to come over and play.