I hadn't known Koko that long, but that's the glory of a university
town: plenty of new faces all the time, and lots of them hard up for money, and with the spare time to earn some. And I'm not talking about sex, pervs. Well, at least not PAID sex. But we'll get to that later.
As I was saying, Koko had moved in up the street from me earlier that summer with a number of other girls, about 4 of them. I didn't pay much attention, since college students come and go pretty fast around here. I didn't even know her name until that night. I knew what she looked like, of course. She and her friends enjoyed sunbathing on the front lawn of their house, or cooling off in the kind of pool my kid loves, the little inflatable ones. Of course, I doubt my kid would cause the sort of traffic slowdown Koko and her friends did, laying in bikinis, splashing, untieing and retieing. Quiet a show for a dirty old man like me.
I'll admit I always came home and whisked my wife upstairs for a quick, good fuck after seeing those girls out. She knew it too. She'd whisper in my ear about what a dirty old man I was, fucking her shaved pussy while thinking about the pussies in the thin bikinis up the street.
So that evening, the wife and I were thinking about going out without the little one. Doesn't happen often. Nothing major, dinner and a movie, maybe just dinner. Our regular babysitter was out of town, which was a shame since most of the time our regular babysitter makes sure our trips end happily, if nothing else. Ah well, can't have everything in this life, or at least that's what I thought as I booted up the computer and pulled up a babysitting site. I had a verified login, so it showed where the people willing to babysit were located. On a whim, I set the search to 2 block radius, not really wanting to drive an get someone, or wait that long for someone to come over. In the past, this had yielded nothing, and I figured the same would happen, unless perhaps one of the neighbors' kids had come of age to start sitting.
I was understandably surprised when a name popped up just up the street from my house. "Koko's babysitting: Affordable, all-needs-covered babysitting!" Her number followed, with a request to text the date and time desired rather than call, though calling was acceptable. I sent her a text and set about getting dressed for going out. I watched my wife slip out of her rather severe work clothes and slip into something more comfortable for our evening out. Her black bikini-cut panties looked delicious, and she smiled mischievously as she pulled on a black, mesh nightie with holes cut in the chest, exposing her pink nipples. Over that she donned a tight, dark blue dress, one that I knew would show her nipples clearly if she was aroused. It accented her pale skin and red hair perfectly, matching her eyes as well.
I wore black boxer-briefs, and pulled a pair of nice slacks and a button down shirt over it. I'm a rancher, so I never really get out of that pattern of clothing. I know, a rancher that lives in town? Well, I have a house on the ranch, but I'll tell you more about that later. Back to the clothes: Tonight was no exception. I slid my nice black boots on, adjusted my Texas Rangers (not the baseball team, the police force) belt buckle, and put on my black cowboy hat, then threw a vest on.
I looked at my wife in the mirror. We made quite an interesting couple: She was tall, slender, and pale. I was short, stocky (not fat, just muscular), and dark, being Greek. I got distracted as I watched her dress shift just a little and her nipples started firming under the dress. I nearly jumped when the phone buzzed in my pocket. "At your service! What address?"
I quickly texted my address back and decided to leave off any comment about how close we were. Figured if she was running her own babysitting 'all-needs-met' service she'd figure it out. I was right too! Moments later she texted back, "Right down the street from me! The house with the big pickup, right?"
I grinned and texted back, 'Yup, that's the one.' A moment later she texted back, "Be right there! - Koko." And it was at that moment that I realized that this was one of the girls that I watched sunbathing, bouncing, and generally being sexy as hell young co-eds. I swallowed, checked my pants and tried to adjust the bulge so as not to be visible.
About five minutes later the doorbell buzzed and I hurried downstairs to open the door. The pattern was for me to do the general introductions, show the phone numbers, and then my wife would do the rest. I opened it, and looked Koko up and down. Yup, I recognized her. Little taller than me, black hair nice and curly. A quick glance down showed a familiar World of Warfare shirt, "Rogues do it from behind!" proudly spelled out on her large tits. I smiled a little and my eyes moved down to her legs. She was wearing a black skirt which hung past her knees. Of course, skirts always provoke me, even when they're perfectly appropriate. Her outfit was completed with flat sandals.
I extended my hand in as non-creeper a way as I could. "Derrick, though friends call me Dirk. Kids call me Mr. Wilde." I pronounced it accurately, more like 'vil-da.' Despite being a hair taller than me, she somehow managed to look up at me through her long, sexy eyelashes. "Pleased to meet you Mr. Wilde, my name's Koko." Her voice was soft, but somehow sensuous. I indicated she could come in more on automatic reflex than anything. Luckily, my wife was finished dressing early and came and rescued me before I could say or do something dumb. Was it my imagination, or did Koko's eyes widen slightly as she took in my wife?
I grinned as my wife took her by the arm, tucking her own arm firmly next to Koko's boobs. Very nice. I went out to the truck, got it started, and my wife joined me in a few minutes. "Mmm, if she's like the usual babysitter and really can take care of all my needs, I think we'll have a new babysitter." said my wife as she slid in, a wicked grin on her face. I laughed. "Yes, very much so. Though I doubt we'll find out tonight."
