I am an early thirties single dad, divorced after just 4 years of marriage. I don't trust my son with just anyone so I use the same babysitter from when my wife and I were married. She still babysits for me even though she is in college. She says she loves my son and would not trust him with anyone else either. She is very protective of him.
Allie, the 19 year old babysitter, is a very cute, curly haired brunette with a very nice body. She is 5'5" and weighs 123 pounds. She has a nice hour glass shape, elegant shoulders, and small breasts, wearing a B cup to cover them up. She has a wide smile with perfect teeth, thanks to the braces she was in for 14 months, bright green eyes, and a nice sloped nose. She stands straight as a board and her ass sticks out like it wants to be noticed. She plays tennis and is on the track team at the junior college she attends and whatever she has in small breasts are more than made up for in her legs and ass shape.
Friday night, I had a date so I called Allie earlier in the week to set everything up. She agreed but came over a little earlier than I was expecting. As a matter of fact, I was still in the shower. She had let herself in the back since she knows where the hidden keys are at and was sitting on the corner of my bed waiting for me.
I had just finished drying my hair, put on some cologne, and walked into the bedroom naked.
"What are you doing here already?" I asked as I ran back into the bathroom.
"I was bored," she laughed.
"How about a head's up next time," I said as I shook my head. I was flush and turning red. I had known this girl since she was 14 or so and now she had seen me in the flesh!
She said sarcastically, "I've seen a naked man before, don't worry."
I suddenly realized her voice was that of a woman. It sounded like a confident, mature woman now. It was deeper, the words were much less awkward, and the tone was matter of fact. It was actually somewhat comforting, but I was still embarrassed!
I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into the bedroom to get my clothes. She stared at me the whole time with her legs crossed above the knees and a semi short black clothe skirt showing me a lot of leg that I tried not to look at. I did not see the line of her panties anywhere but I did not gawk like I really wanted to.
She said, "I'm going to go check on little man," and walked out as I continued to get dressed.
In a few minutes, I exited the bedroom and found her playing with him and his trains on the floor in the living room. She was sitting Indian style on the floor and I shamefully tried to sneak a peek under her dress but it was not quite that short.
"I'll be home around 10 or so. You have my number just in case," I said.
"No worries. Everything will be fine," she said back. "Take your time; I don't have a curfew anymore."
The date was not what I expected. The girl I asked out from work really did nothing for me. She wanted to talk about everyone at work that gets on her nerves for whatever reason, and was real pushy about marriage. At one point she asked me when I was thinking about getting married again. I have no intention of that any time soon and I made that clear. I kissed her when I dropped her off and felt nothing. I then headed home kind of bummed. It had been a few months since I had gone out with anyone. I enjoyed being single in some ways, and in other ways, I really wanted some affection.
The closer I got to the house, the more I thought about those legs sitting on my bed and wish I could have seen whether or not Allie was wearing panties. Then my mind wandered off, "Does she shave or wax? Does she suck? Does she do anal?" I was getting worked up at this point. I had to settle down before I got home and walked through the door with a big bulge in my pants.
I ended up pulling in the drive at 9:30. My boy was already in bed, probably 2 hours ago. I opened the door and Allie was sitting on the couch watching a movie.
"Hey sweetheart, I'm back."
"How did it go?"
"Well, I won't be going out with her again," I replied. "She just wasn't my type."
"Too bad," she said and stuck her bottom lip out while she made a pouty face. It was so sexy the way she did it looking over her shoulder at me while she stayed planted on the couch. "You know," she continued, "there's always tomorrow." She winked at me and smiled seductively.
I got a strange feeling she was hinting at something. Maybe she wants a date. What would my ex think about that? I'd get the third degree for sure then. Besides, I need to quit fantasizing about the babysitter anyway. She's way too young and I have a great relationship with her as is.
As we talked, the subject of my ex came up. I was a little uneasy talking to Allie about it since she knew us when things were going good just two years ago.
All of a sudden, Allie said, "You deserve better."
I replied, "It's more complicated than that. You wouldn't understand."
Allie then said, "I understand she hurt you bad and I heard you cry behind your bedroom door. Do you know how bad I wanted to come in there and hold you?"
I did not know she heard me. I tried to keep it quiet.
I then said, "It wasn't all her fault, you know. Things happen."
Allie replied, "Why do you always take up for her? She messed around on you because of convenience, and you are okay with that?"