I honestly didn't know that Sara our new babysitter was a total slut. I was very surprised. One Saturday afternoon, she called and asked me to come over to her place. "I need you to help me with something was something," is all that she had said.
"Well where is your mom?" I asked.
She's up at the cottage with her boyfriend. I'm home all by myself. And I think there something wrong with the pump on the pool.
I told her I'd be right over and hung up the phone. My wife and kids had just gone out for the whole afternoon and was a little frustrated that my planned afternoon of heavy masturbation was going to be put on hold. I quickly put on my shorts and T-shirt and got ready to leave. I realized I wasn't wearing any underwear. It was so hot outside that day; nobody was probably wearing any underwear.
Sara did not live that far away so I'd decided to walk. I rang the doorbell. And I heard her call from the backyard. I walked around the side of the house and through the gate. Sara was standing there in the pump house with her back to me. She had a tiny sundress on which exposed her back. The bottom of which barely covered her butt cheeks. She had long slender legs. They seemed endless all the way to her barren little feet, her long blonde hair tangled in a ponytail at the back.
"Thank you for coming, Mr. Marty."
"Please don't be so formal Sara, call me Colin."
"Now what seems to be the problem with this thing? I started looking over the pump. Sara excused herself telling me se was going to go inside and change into her swimsuit.
After quick examination I could tell that the pump was shot. It had been running really hot and looked like it or burnt itself out; there is nothing I could do to fix it, the whole thing needed to be replaced. I closed the pump-house door and walked over to the patio. Sitting in the ashtray on the table was a half smoked joint.
I lay back thinking about what I was going to do to my cock, when I got home. I had been horny all day and after seeing Sara in that sundress. I knew who I would be thinking about when I finally got to oil up my shaft. Sara came walking out the patio door. She was wearing an extremely tiny string bikini. The flowered colored outfit, barely clung to her young tight body she sat down lawn chair beside me, her hair was down now and traipsing on her shoulders. She had such beautiful blue eyes and a friendly smile. Captivated, I explained that the pump was shot and her moms going to have to get a new one.
"I was afraid of that," she said in a sweet sexy voice. She lit a cigarette, looking at the ashtray. "Oops, don't tell my mom I smoke okay?"
"Don't worry, I won't mind if I have some of this I said, pointing at the joint." "No, feel free," she said. "I'm already half-baked. We smoked the rest of the joint and talked some more. As she lit another cigarette, she leaned forward and asked me, "This is gonna sound crazy, but I need to know. Do I have the reputation of being a slut?"
I laughed, "No, no you don't Sara. What would ever give you that idea? I've heard nothing of the sort."
She giggled and tossed her hair back looking up at the sky. "Well I know my friend Autumn has a reputation. So I was always worried that I would."
"But Autumn is a slut," I said.
She laughed again. "That's the problem. I'm more of a slut and she is. So I was little worried."
"What? I don't believe it."
"I am, she said. All I ever think about all day is getting fucked. I have spent his whole summer, lying on my back in my bed, playing with my pussy. I can't tell you how many times I've cum. She ran her fingers through her hair, her small firm tits heaved under the clinging bikini top. She brushed them with her hands when she brought them back down. I could see her nipples poking through the sheer top. "What about you?" she asked. "Are you a sex maniac like me?"
"Yes. Yes I am," I stuttered not believing what was happening. "As a matter of fact I was going to do something of that sort this afternoon myself."
She giggled again. "Its fun isn't it," she said. "I think I even like masturbation better than real sex itself. I can never find a guy that can make me cum they always seem to blow their loads too quickly."
"My hand was resting in my lap, covering my now full hard erection.
