This is the fourth story of a series. Starting with Megan Babysits. The first story is a bit long and offers an elaborate backstory. The other ones build on their relationship and stem from the previous stories.
Note Disclaimer
The events of this story just like any of the others are a fantasy. Parts of the story may be true but most of it is fiction. In this story the characters meet years prior. It isn't until the character is in college and over 18 that things change. No minors mentioned are ever witnesses to or subjects of acts or any actions. Minors are for story line and subject purposes and in no way, shape, or form are involved in any adult activity
Megan the Sitter Chapter 4
As we sat on the couch and relaxed Megan elaborated on answering my question about what brought about her outfit and taking control.
"So," she said, "I've been doing a lot of observing. listening, and even some snooping. I have always been good at reading people and drawing conclusions based on my observations."
"What did you observe?" I asked.
She continued, "Well, I would pretend to be asleep some nights when you and Julie would get home and I would try and listen to you have sex while I would rub my clit because I was a turned on listening. I noticed that you always sounded the same. Everytime I listened it sounded like you were in the same position, with the same movements and rhythm, and it took the same amount of time".
As she was saying this I determined that her observation skills were pretty accurate.
As she continued to speak, "I began to wonder if I was correct. So, when I knew you were both probably focused I snuck down to your room to watch you both have sex. Watching you and Mrs. S have sex was arousing and I was able to confirm my other suspicions."
"What were your suspicions?" I asked.
"I'm getting there." she said. "So, I suspected that you had sex in the missionary position. You mainly did all the work and Julie just layed there. She would occasionally grip you with her legs as you were going at it but it wasn't anything exciting. She didn't seem all that adventurous or into anything kinky either."
"You are right so far!" I said, "What else did you conclude?"
"Well, let's see!" she said. "One night when you were still not home and the kids were asleep, I went into your room. My curiosity about just how kinky Julie was or wasn't. I searched her closet for sexy lingerie and didn't find any. I checked the drawers and they too lacked anything exciting panties or lingerie. I also noticed that she didn't have any toys to pleasure herself or any items to stimulate or enhance any pleasure during sex".
I replied, "Wow! Not only are you a bombshell and pleasure to fuck you're beyond smart and a keen observer. You are 100% accurate in your observations. Have you considered being a detective?"
Megan laughed. She continued by saying, "I've heard and read about fantasies and what males find erotic. I started to notice that the more you and I would have sex the sooner you would finish having sex with Mrs. S and the faster you would knock. When we would have sex I could see and sense how much you enjoyed other positions. So, I put a plan into place that I thought would check off all your boxes!"
She then asked, "Seems to have worked huh?"
"Yes, yes it did." I said.
"It's getting late." Megan said.
She then took off her heels and stood up. She unclipped the garter belt from the nylons, slipped the garter belt to her ankles, and stepped out of it. She then slid her nylons off.
"I can't leave with a bag tomorrow since I didn't arrive with one yesterday when I walked in. I got out of my car after you left. So, I'll get everything off and put the bag in the garage." she said.
She then purposefully bent over in front of me to pick up her clothes to put into the bag. She then put on my shirt as a cover up.
"Are you ready to head upstairs?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, " You go first."
"You want me to go first so you're able stare at my bare ass and pussy while I walk up the stairs don't you?" she asked.
"I won't confirm or deny that!" I said.
We proceeded to head up the basement stairs. We dropped her bag off at the garage and then headed up the bedrooms. We stopped at the guest bedroom and she turned to me and reached for a hug.
I'm not sure if it was the excitement of the evening's events, watching Megan walk up the stairs, or a combination of both but I was getting hard again. When we hugged she felt me getting hard.
"Is that for me?" she asked, "I didn't think you would rebound so quickly!"
"Me neither!" I answered.
She dragged me into the guest room and closed the door. I stood there unsure of what was about to happen.
On her way back she pulled down my pajama shorts and they fell to my ankles. She then knelt on the bed and stuck her ass up. I quickly got the hint.
"I'll be quiet," she said, "Make it quick before anyone hears us and wakes up".
