Chy, she was my son's babysitter.
She's about 5'5" and 120 pounds, with blonde hair and a few freckles. She has beautiful blue-green eyes.
Really a sweet girl. Her 18th birthday was just three weeks ago. She was rather sheltered as a kid and didn't get to experience things like I did growing up. She spent most of her time as a young teen taking care of her siblings. She's now enrolled in an online college full time and works from home as a transcriptionist..
Chy was also my new neighbor. Only a driveway separated her house from mine. Her bedroom sat facing mine, and the perfectly placed window in my room allowed me to occasionally meet her eyes as we both looked out.
I would always acknowledge her whenever I saw her outside, coming and going. She would smile, but not too much, as I think she was embarrassed of her braces. Though I hadn't mentioned it, I thought they were cute on her.
Whenever I was outside with my son, she would make it a point to come out and play with him for a little while. She always grabbed his attention, and he just adored her. How could he not, as she often brought him over a snack or some toys for him to play with.
As the weeks and months passed on, Chy had become familiar with my daily routines. When I left and came home from work, when my son was at his mom's; heck, she knew when I went to check my mail.. When I would return home from work, I occasionally noticed her peeking through her window as if I didn't notice.
It became apparent to me that she was attracted to me, and not just because the neighbor across the road may have mentioned something of the sort. It was the constant run ins with each other during my normal day to day. She always found an excuse to come over and talk about anything she could or ask me some simple question that she probably knew the answer to. Honestly, I didn't mind because I really enjoyed seeing Chy. She always wore clothes that would catch my attention but still leave enough for the mind to imagine. From her perspective, she could probably see that I found her attractive as my eyes traced her body from her pretty painted toes all the way up to her cute little nose.
I was sitting on my porch swing as Chy got home, she sat down right next to me, and we started chatting. The conversation got much more personal compared to most of our interactions. We talked about her family, friends, travel, and of course, my son.
I briefly mentioned that I didn't really like the day care in which my boy was enrolled and that I was considering hiring someone to babysit while I was working.
Chy immediately volunteered for the job. In fact, she not only offered but insisted that she watch him, citing things such as being right next door, her flexible work schedule, etc...
I was receptive but also hesitant about accepting such an offer. If things didn't work out, I didn't want her to feel obligated or awkward if she decided she couldn't after some time.
The conversation ended shortly after. Upon going our separate ways, Chy once again reminded me that she was looking forward to watching my son.
In the following weeks, Chy did start babysitting.
At first, Chy would come over right before I left and leave shortly after I got home as if to keep things professional. Though at this point it didn't need to be. That soon changed when I offered to make dinner and invited her to join. This led to a short conversation about her not wanting to intrude or inconvenience me. In response, I let some of my emotions and my attraction toward her escape. I told her that she was always welcome to be here and how much I really enjoyed her company. Without any hesitation, she quickly agreed and offered to help as well.
In the coming weeks, a really good relationship developed. Chy started staying for more dinners and often let me shower before she mosied home. We often talked for an hour or two every evening. She would ask for advice or vent to me about a girlfriend and occasionally complain about school or work. I learned a lot about Chy. Things really progressed the night we talked about relationships. Chy told me that she never really had a serious relationship and volunteered to tell me she had only had sex once. Details started flowing out when she caught herself and turned bright red, embarrassed that she was saying all of this as if I were one of her girlfriends. It didn't bother me at all, though. It actually caused me to fantasize a bit. I could really make her appreciate a real man with experience. After all, I was six years her senior and had a very sexual past stemming from my early teens.
I reassured her that she could talk to me about anything and I wouldn't judge her or make it uncomfortable. Maybe I even passively encouraged it. We all have feelings and emotions. I was willing to listen to anything she wanted to talk about.
I reiterated my fondness for her and casually expressed my physical and growing emotional attraction for her.
We texted back and forth that night as well. She thanked me for showing so much compassion and being so easy to talk to. Chy went on about the way her ex treated her and how I was so much different. It was almost as if she put me in the boyfriend category. We said our goodnights and went to bed.
Some major changes in my job required me to be on call from 5 a.m.--7 a.m. and continue my regular shifts as well, 7 a.m.--4 p.m. This caused a problem, and Chy recommended I just give her a key to my house so she can just come every morning at 4, even if I didn't have to work. She can sleep in the spare room and will get up as usual to babysit. A week or so later, Chy came to my room to wake me up. It was approaching 7, and she knew that I don't typically oversleep, let alone be late to work. I wake up to Chy's gentle voice from the foot of my bed while she nudges my leg.
"Sorry to come in here, but It's 6:35. You're going to be late.
As Chy walked out, I realized that my cock had been clearly visible, and instead of worrying about being late, I was more concerned about what Chy had to have seen. I was worried that things could be awkward, but either way, I can't change it, so I got up and headed to work without saying much.
A few hours into work, I got a text from Chy,
"Sorry for just coming into your room, I didn't want you to be late. Have a great day!"
