Putting The Baby In Babysitter
Jerry Tanner fidgeted with his black bowtie
until it looked perfect and nodded in satisfaction at his
reflection. He didn’t care for getting all dressed up, but he
certainly liked how refined he looked in a suit. The expression on
Paula’s face as she stood behind him, stunning in her little black
crepe dress and peep toe stilettos, told him she agreed.
His wife wrapped her arms around his waist
and laid her head on his shoulder. “God, you look so sexy. Why
don’t we just skip the awards banquet? I can give you a better
prize right now.”
He turned into her embrace and kissed her.
“That sounds much more exciting, but my boss already told me that
he’d see me there. Besides, the babysitter will be here any
minute.”
“Amber won’t mind if I send her home and pay
her anyway.” She sighed deeply. “I suppose you’re right. It isn’t
every day my husband becomes the employee of the year at a Fortune
500 company. I’m so proud of you, honey.”
He ran his hands up her back, just grazing
across her bare skin between her shoulder blades. “Maybe we can
slip out a bit early and run back home for some hot, sweaty
sex.”
Her smile widened. “You’ve got a deal,
mister. I’ll come up with a suitably delicious award of my own over
my tasteless chicken jerky dinner.”
The doorbell rang, breaking up their sexy
talk. He trotted down the steps in the foyer and opened the front
door to find the babysitter waiting for him.
Amber had moved into the neighborhood last
year and would be heading off for college as soon as the fall
semester began. He was honest enough to admit that was probably the
only reason Paula had agreed to hire her to look after Jerry
Junior. Amber had the kind of looks that made happily married men
drool and made wives volatile with jealousy.
He opened the door and smiled at her. “Good
evening, Amber. Thanks for helping us out. Come on in.”
“I’m always happy to help, Mister Tanner. I
love little Jerry. Babies are so awesome.” She walked past him and
started up the stairs toward the baby’s room.
He couldn’t help himself from standing there
and staring at her as she moved. Fuck! She was a living wet dream:
long, lean, tanned legs; firm little ass; trim waist; and bouncy,
mouthwatering tits. Tonight the lithe blonde wore a white fitted
blouse that was just a little too tight for his peace of mind, and
a brown plaid mini-skirt that barely covered her fine ass, and thin
white cotton panties that peeked out as she walked up the stairs.
Her knee-hi socks inspired schoolgirl fantasies about the
eighteen-year-old.
He took a deep cleansing breath, closed the
door, and followed her up. She’d already taken little Jerry from
his crib and was making funny faces at him and talking to him in a
high pitched baby voice as he smiled and cooed.
Paula turned her head just in time to catch
him taking a second look at the young girl’s outfit. She gave him The Look , then rolled her eyes and shook her head, mouthing men . She returned her attention to Amber. “All the contact
numbers are on the fridge and everything’s just like last time.
We’ll be home late, if things run on schedule; say around eleven,
possibly later. Any questions?”
“Yes. How can you bear to leave this little
cutie? He is just so adorable! I wish I had a baby.”
Paula rubbed little Jerry’s head. “He is amazing, but you’re just a kid yourself. You need to live
your life first. Trust me; you don’t get much of one after you have
a baby.”
“I wouldn’t mind. I could stay at home with
my parents and they’d help me while I go to school. If the right
guy came along, I wouldn’t mind getting pregnant in a second, even
if he didn’t want to get married.”
Paula shook her head. “The impulsivity of
youth. Well, we need to get going. Call me if you have a problem or
any questions.” She gave the baby a kiss on the forehead and walked
over to stand beside her husband.
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