I’ve always been the hottest sitter in the neighborhood, the one everyone notices but few ever hire. So when I got the call from a handsome man whose wife was away on a girls’ trip, I felt a thrill ripple through me. Babysitter Phone Sex was just a whisper of a fantasy… until tonight, when I walked through that door.
The house was quiet, pristine, and waiting. He greeted me at the door, eyes dark with anticipation, and I could see the way he’d been imagining this moment. I let a slow, knowing smile curve my lips, letting him savor it, while I deliberately moved with all the confidence I knew I possessed. Every sway of my hips of my young petite sexy body, every tilt of my head was meant to command attention, and I reveled in it.
I passed through the rooms, letting my presence linger, letting him notice the curve of my body, the sway of my hair, the subtle rhythm in my steps. Every glance I gave was measured, every casual brush of my hand intentional. He leaned closer, drawn in, and I whispered something soft and teasing, letting my voice curl around him, making him shiver involuntarily. “Gosh your so much more sexier than my wife, I love fucking your tight young pussy, and how wet you get when it drips all over my cock” he says firmly. “Yes of course, I love being your secret slut, you love so much, and I’m so happy that we never get caught” I say in a low sexy tone.
As the evening progressed, I lingered near him under the pretense of checking a picture frame, offering a drink, or adjusting a lamp. Every small touch, every gentle brush against him was calculated to make him ache with desire. I could feel the thrill of control and the growth of his cock entering my young tight pussy gribbing his dick, knowing his attention, his longing, was entirely mine.
I leaned in at the perfect moment, close enough for him to feel the warmth of my body, my perfume, and my energy radiating toward him. I whispered promises, letting anticipation coil tight between us, letting him imagine what might happen if he dared to cross the line. The tension built, thick and delicious, until it finally broke him, exploding his warm load all over my face, leaving us both breathless and completely consumed.
When the night ended, I walked out with a sly, triumphant smile. I had given him exactly what he craved… intense, sinful, unforgettable. That night would linger in his mind, a memory of heat, power, and temptation. “I’ll let you know when she leaves again, I can’t wait to be inside you again” he says while kissing my neck slowly. “Don’t wait too long baby, I love bouncing on your cock” I whisper to him slowly as I get ready to leave. I left knowing I had owned the moment entirely, every inch of it, and that he would be thinking about me long after the door closed behind me.
